Huo Qilang immediately fell into death, and he didn't even have time to change his joyful expression.
His body began to tilt slowly, but he regained his vitality in an instant. His right hand quickly reached behind his neck, grabbed the sealing ring around his neck, and pulled it off savagely and crazily, even with blood on his belt, and viciously
Button it around Ling Shile's neck.
After completing these actions, Huo Qilang stood up slowly, took a few steps back with a blank expression, leaned his back against the broken wall, looked in the direction of Ling Shile with his broken eyes, and slowly fell down against the broken wall.
Ling Shile watched his movements with a pale face, and bright red blood slid down his snow-white neck.
She bit her lower lip, as if she wanted to sneer, but tears suddenly fell down.
The golden sunshine shone on her slender back, making her appear weaker and weaker, and the sad cries, accompanied by the crisp chirping of insects in the morning, reached her ears one after another.
Wu Ma Xi stood nearby and looked at her coldly.
After a while, the crying turned into low sobs, and Ling Shile's slightly tired voice sounded between the sobs: "Why do you treat me like this... why do I still cry for you?"
Wu Maxi looked up at the sky, took out a pair of handcuffs from the elephant ring, and threw them in front of Ling Shile.
Ling Shile said nothing. He silently picked up the handcuffs and handcuffed them on his slender wrists. While cuffing them, he said softly: "Women have the most poisonous hearts? Isn't that right?"
"Your affairs have nothing to do with me. The reason why I saved you is because you know about the moon bracelet." Although Wu Ma Xi said it had nothing to do with him, there was an inexplicable anger lingering in his heart. This feeling was not very clear, but it was real.
The earth exists, just like the faint trace of the red moon remaining in the western sky.
"Is there water?" Ling Shile arranged her hair. Even though she was handcuffed, her movements were still gentle and coordinated.
Wu Maxi took out a kettle from the elephant ring and threw it in front of her.
Ling Shile picked it up and took a sip. Then he bent his left palm and poured some water into his palm. The clear water in his palm reflected the rays of the sun, flowed slowly along his fingers, and dripped on the sandy ground.
It quickly seeped in.
Her eyes became a little blank, as if she was lost in memories: "I was born on a small island. There are less than a thousand people on the island. No one understands artistic conception. They all make a living by fishing. They live like animals.
When I was eight years old, two people dueled on the sea southeast of Jingxiu Island and sank the island. All the nearly a thousand residents on the island were swallowed up by the ocean. I held a wooden board and drifted on the sea for two days, and was finally sacrificed to blood.
A realm cultivator rescued me, took me back to Blood Sacrifice Island, and adopted me as an adopted daughter, so I got the name Ling Shile."
"I'm not interested in your life experience." Wu Ma Xi interrupted in a cold voice.
Ling Shile ignored Wu Maxi's words and continued to speak slowly: "I can't remember when Huo Qilang appeared in my life. It suddenly became clear that he was righteous at the age of fifteen.
After my father passed away, I was very sad and lonely during that time. The person who always stayed with me was this senior brother who was four years older than me. After that, we naturally became lovers. I thought I would be his for the rest of my life.
, no matter how unsatisfactory he was on the island, I never thought of leaving him, because I thought he loved me. At that time, I was stupid and thought that this was enough. Unexpectedly, two years later, it was him.
He abandoned me just when we were talking about getting married."
"I am the most beautiful woman on the island, and many outstanding disciples of the younger generation are chasing after me. But who is he? A loser who doesn't even dare to participate in the sect's annual competition. He actually abandoned me. Why did he say it was for me?
happiness." Ling Shile raised her head slightly and looked at the eastern sky. There was a self-deprecating smile on her face, and tears gathered in her eyes. "You know, I really believed his lies and thought he
I was so moved that I cried for several days because of my happiness. Later I found out that this bastard actually sold me to Ji Xiuwen, an old man in his nineties, who was so old that his hair was almost falling out.
An old pervert who tortures women with his fingers.”
"Talk about the moon bracelet." Wu Ma Xi felt a little blocked and interrupted Ling Shile coldly.
"If you don't let me talk about Ji Xiuwen, then I have nothing to say." Ling Shile looked at Wuma Xi, his expression a little narrow, and soon his expression dimmed again. After a moment of silence, he said in a feeble voice, "The moon bracelet's
I heard all the news from Ji Xiuwen."
Wu Ma Xi snorted coldly, stopped talking, stood up, and arranged formations around him.
Ling Shile turned her head slightly and looked at Wu Maxi. Her sitting posture was very upright, but from the curve of her shoulders and waist, she revealed an infinite sense of romance, like a camellia bathed in the sun.
, asked calmly: "Are you from the Cha family?"
Wu Ma Xi placed the last piece of red jade, turned around, and stared at Ling Shile coldly without saying a word.
Ling Shile smiled slightly and said, "Do you know that the Cha family has a deep connection with blood sacrifice?"
"I heard that before the blood sacrifice went to sea, Patriarch Zha once helped the blood sacrifice." Wu Maxi stared at Ling Shile, "Based on this, how can you be sure that I am a member of the Zha family?"
Ling Shile took a sip of water and said: "When the Blood Sacrifice went out to sea, an elder stayed on the mainland in order to repay his kindness. This senior later participated in the battle of the Witch Curse moving westward, and finally died in the Chaos Plains.
"
Wu Ma Xi thought for a while and said: "Is this person you are talking about the 'Blood King'?"
Ling Shile smiled slightly and said: "This senior is called Guan Lianyu, and he is the only remaining master who has achieved fruitful blood sacrifices. Such a person is destined to leave a great reputation on the mainland."
"It is said that this grandmaster once intercepted and killed the messenger of the great benefactor Zha Yihou."
Ling Shile laughed so hard that his branches trembled, and he looked at Wu Maxi narrowly and said, "There are really fools who regard legendary novels as history!"
Wu Ma Xi snorted coldly, not quite believing her innocence.
There are not many records about Blood King Guan Lianyu in history, only the description in "Journey to the West" is slightly more detailed. At that time, Zha Yihou had a chance to avoid the sharp edge of Jianshuang City and detour into the southwest, but the messenger was suddenly intercepted and killed
, due to poor command, the rear team was bitten by Jian Shuang City's large forces, and had to fight to the death with Jian Shuang City in the chaos.
It can be said that the reason why Wushu moved westward was so miserable has a lot to do with the killing of the Blood King. From this perspective, the Blood King who repaid kindness with revenge can be said to be worse than a pig or a dog. However, in Jian Shuang City,
Therefore, his death seems to be inseparable from his fueling the flames. From this aspect, this beast's revenge can be said to be very successful.
Due to the brutal battle of the Westward Migration, the situation in the early days when Wushu entered the southwest was extremely embarrassing. Even Wen Taiyi, the leader of the Zha family at the time, had to commit himself to becoming Miao Ming's son-in-law in order to gain a foothold. Many years later
, the powerful Zha family defeated Miao Ming and drove the remnants of Miao Ming into Quqing. Wen Taiyi's wife hanged herself and Wen Taiyi also lived in seclusion from the world.
Morally speaking, Wen Taiyi is almost a perfect person, but this incident is a stain that he will never be able to erase for several lifetimes.
Wu Maxi has always been willing to use the worst malice to speculate on other people's hearts. Naturally, he decided that Guan Lianyu was worse than a pig or a dog. He snorted coldly, did not argue, changed the subject and asked: "Even so, how can you
Do you think I am the Cha family’s person?”
"Before the death of Senior Blood King, he sent a drifting message to the Blood Sacrifice Headquarters. Two hundred years later, this message was received by the Blood Sacrifice and recorded in the family history. Thanks to the dead ghost Xiuwen, I
I have seen this record before. It is mentioned in the record that before the death of Senior Blood King, he entrusted the relics to Senior Zha Yihou. There is a very magical artistic conception in these relics. According to the description, it is the same as the artistic conception you just used.
,very similar."
"Similar to my artistic conception? The corpse-driving curse?" In front of Ling Shile, the only artistic conception he had ever used was the corpse-driving curse he had just used to control Huo Qilang. Wu Maxi's eyes began to become solemn, "
What is the origin of this artistic conception?”
"I don't know." Ling Shile answered simply.
Wu Ma Xi's expression became sharp and she stared at Ling Shile coldly.
Ling Shile smiled nonchalantly and said: "Thirteen hundred years ago, the seniors of Blood Sacrifice casually killed a young realm master and got that artistic conception. The seniors of Blood Sacrifice have been looking for it for hundreds of years, but they still don't know it yet.
As for the origin of the realm master, naturally I don’t know the origin of this artistic conception.”
Are these specials okay?
The clue that just appeared was cut off in an instant. Wu Maxi was quite unwilling and asked: "Blood Sacrifice Headquarters, is there any research information on this artistic conception?"
"There may be." Ling Shile spread his hands and the iron cuffs on his wrists made a crisp sound, "But even if there is, it is still two hundred and sixty years too late."
"What do you mean?" Wu Maxi frowned slightly.
"Don't you think our blood sacrifice cultivators are weird?" Ling Shile tilted his head and looked at him, "You have fought against Huo Bihai and Huo Qilang? You have no doubts about the artistic conception they use.
?"
It did happen.
When Wu Maxi interrogated Huo Bihai, she felt that the artistic conception used by Huo Bihai was too similar to that of celestial phenomena, so she always had doubts about him. It was only when Huo Qilang, the lover, explained his origins in tears that Wu Maxi was slightly dispelled.
Ma Xi's doubts. But now after hearing what Ling Shile said, this doubt came to mind again.
"The real blood sacrifice was wiped out two hundred and sixty years ago." Ling Shile's smile was a little mysterious, "Now this one is just a fake." dd