Ye Langxie was in mid-air but did not fall to the ground. He lightly stepped on the tree trunk with his toes and swept into the western forest.
"Master!" Wu Chenhuan hurriedly caught up, turned around and waved his hand: "Follow everyone!"
Chu Qiluo frowned. The smell of blood was in the air... The dozens of guards who had gone out earlier were probably already... She frowned and followed at the back, pursed her lips and said nothing.
The closer you get, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
Chu Qiluo walked with her head lowered, but the guards in front of her suddenly dispersed, each taking a few steps back. As she walked, she walked directly to the front.
In front of me is a big pit.
Ye Langxie stood in front of this pit with an expressionless face and heavy eyes, showing no sadness or anger.
But everyone can feel the suppressed anger in their hearts.
At the bottom of the pit, the surviving guards could no longer move. They fell into the trap as soon as they entered. They could not survive in this pit, but could only watch the poison slowly crawling over their bodies, swallowing them up inch by inch...
…
The muscles beat uncontrollably, and the blood slowly soaked into the ground beneath them. The intoxicating and fragrant smell of blood attracted all the poisons. The poisonous insects were soaked in the blood. The toxicity suppressed their bodies and made them unable to move. But once someone rescued them,
They, all poisons will attack immediately.
They wanted to notify others and raise an alarm, but they could not move. They opened their mouths wide and could not make a sound. Only the sound of heavy breathing spread in the pit. This was their silent cemetery.
Ye Langxie slowly drew out his sword with a stern look on his face.
He wanted to kill his subordinates with his own hands. Chu Qiluo bit her lip and reached out to stop him: "This is a witchcraft poison. It is extremely vicious. Even if you chop off their heads, they will still be alive."
So cruel! The guards at the bottom of the pit were silent and closed their eyes after hearing these words. The pain of the poison entering their bodies has disappeared, and their whole bodies have become numb. The poisons seem to be tired of their blood and slowly crawl away.
to their heads.
An insect bit the top guard on the cheek. His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Ye Langxie's eyes full of pleading. He just wanted to die quickly. He had experienced countless pains and endured them every time.
But he couldn't bear such torture.
Because they are worse off than dead now.
Chu Qiluo narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to get involved in poison-related matters. Poison poison can control people, and they want to use the powerful martial arts of these guards to attack them. She understands that after all, this is a common method of witchcraft, but because of this
The method is too insidious, so usually dead corpses are used to refine the gu, but now they are using living people... It's too much!
She stretched out her hand and said, "Your Majesty, please lend me the jade flute."
Ye Langxie held the long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with coldness, and he took off the jade flute from his waist and handed it to her.
The sound of the flute suddenly sounded in the empty forest. The sound became clearer and sharper, like a fierce ghost demanding life. The tone suddenly became lower and hoarse, like a hundred ghosts wailing, startling the birds all over the mountain. There was the sound of hooves of wild beasts in the forest, and insects were chirping everywhere.
, the sound is endless, and along with the melodious flute sound, it is like all things are mourning together.
"Hundred Beasts Book." Mu Zijin looked at her in shock: "Who are you!"
Chu Qiluo did not answer him. In fact, she could no longer hear the sounds around her. She lowered her eyes and stared at all the Gu insects crawling out of the guards' bodies at the bottom of the pit and continued to play, her face calm.
The Gu worm began to climb the wall desperately, but it always fell down before it could climb halfway. Finally, it twisted its body as if in pain, and spit out white silk threads from its mouth to wrap its body tightly. Before the song ended, the bottom of the pit was already white.
It was so dense that no one could be seen clearly.
However, the sound of the flute still did not stop. It was muted and melodious. Ye Langxie put his hand on her arm and transmitted his internal power, using his internal power to transmit the sound of the flute far away.
The moment her inner strength increased, a whistling sound suddenly sounded in the east, which offset the sound of her flute. Compared with the gentle sound of her flute, the whistling sound was more majestic and high-pitched and melodious for a long time. Chu Qiluo's expression turned cold and her eyes turned.
Dark, her fingertips gently pressed against all the air holes, and the sound of the flute stopped. She was still playing, but no one could hear the sound of her flute anymore.
The whistling sound suddenly rose several levels, and the sound made Mu Zijin's chest hurt. He looked at Chu Qiluo, his eyes full of horror.
Ye Langxie held her hand. He kept staring at her closely, not daring to relax at all. His fingertips felt sticky. He lowered his eyes and glanced. Sure enough, blood flowed from Chu Qiluo's fingers, and the thick blood flowed along the flute.
She was slowly dripping down her body, as if she hadn't noticed it, and she didn't even frown. She half-closed her eyes, pursed her lips and listened to the whistling sound very carefully while playing.
The whistling sound gradually weakened, then suddenly rose again. When the whistling sound reached its peak, her fingers relaxed, and a very short flute sound leaked out, and the whistling stopped immediately.
She raised her eyes, slowly lowered her hands, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips, very light, very light.
"May I ask, but Master Yun is here?" He gave an awkward greeting, as if the visitor was not used to speaking.
Chu Qiluo sneered and moved her right hand slightly. In the eyes of others, she wanted to play again.
The trees in the forest swayed and the vines shook, and a figure immediately jumped out. His hair was messy, his ordinary face had a hint of abnormal dark color, and he knelt on the ground with a face full of fear: "Please, girl, be merciful! I give up!"
Turning the jade flute gently in her palm, Chu Qiluo didn't look at him and smiled noncommittally: "Witchcraft is passed on to daughters but not to sons. You are not responsible for all this. Why do you accept defeat?"
"Young lady is so skilled." A hoarse female voice sounded in the forest, but her position could not be heard in the air: "I give up."
"The Witchcraft people never leave the valley." Chu Qiluo lowered her eyes and said in a serious tone: "Are you a traitor?"
As soon as she asked this question, the face of the kneeling man changed. He raised his head angrily, trembling his lips and trying to say something, but in vain he lowered his head again.
Chu Qiluo calmly took in all this and smiled slightly: "Why do you need to be angry, girl? He just wants to say that you are the young master and you can leave the valley at will and you are not a traitor, so why do you need to control him?"
"You, who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." Chu Qiluo smiled warmly: "It's just that if the people in the valley know that the young master controls living people with such cruel methods, I'm afraid the young master won't be able to sit in this position so easily, right?"
There was no movement in the forest for a long time. Chu Qiluo sneered: "I know that the rules of the valley do not allow people in the valley to kill innocent people indiscriminately. The young master does not have to think hard about how to kill me without anyone knowing. To be honest,
Whether you kill me or not, the result will be the same now. The beasts will be alarmed, and the owner of the valley will definitely become suspicious. If you just send a random person out of the valley to find out, nothing can be hidden."
Behind her, a large area of trees withered, revealing a clearing. A white figure slowly appeared on the opposite side of the pit. The fog around her made it difficult to see clearly. All she could see was the outline of a woman, standing facing them, far away from her.
Relative: "What do you want?"
[There will be another update at 8 o'clock in the morning! La la la, good night, dears]