721 If you kill someone, you have to pay with your life!
"Mu Yishuang." Mei Zhi wiped away her tears and gritted her teeth: "Please, go in peace. Let me go!"
"Ha." Suddenly a woman's cold laughter echoed in my ears: "Why should I let you go? If you kill someone, you have to pay with your life!"
This sound was soft and crisp, a soft and bright female voice.
However, in the weird atmosphere at the moment, this voice seemed to be tainted with ghostly terror, and it was cold to the bone.
"who?"
Mei Zhi shivered hard and quickly raised her head. Her eyes were wandering around, and fear slowly appeared in her eyes.
She was even more frightened at this moment than when she first met Mu Yishuang, and she couldn't restrain her whole body from trembling.
Ding, jingle, jingle!
A series of crisp bells sounded in the thick fog, and the sound of gongs was heard far away.
Mu Yishuang, who had always stood like a wooden stake, suddenly turned his eyes and took a few steps back without any warning. Then he completely gave up following Mei Zhi, turned around and jumped into the thick fog.
Footsteps sounded one after another, and several figures gradually became clear.
The outline of the visitor's brows could be clearly seen, but there was no trace of joy in Mei Zhi's eyes. She was completely limp on the ground, as if all her strength had been drained, and even raising her fingers was a luxury.
The lights were as bright as day at this moment, and Mei Zhi closed her eyes subconsciously.
Mu Yishuang stood beside Xiao Yinqiu with her hands raised and her eyebrows lowered.
Mu Yiwen looked complicated, holding Mu Yishuang's fingers and trying to pull her to his side. However, Mu Yishuang's stiff arms were held flat and motionless.
Xiao Yinqiu sighed and took out a piece of bright yellow talisman paper and put it on Mu Yishuang's forehead. Then he shook the soul-catching bell in his hand a few times. Mu Yishuang's hands suddenly dropped, looking like a wood carving and clay sculpture. Standing next to Mu Yishuang
Next to the tattoo, it doesn't move.
Xiao Yinchou shook his head, and the soul-chasing gong in his hand fell to the ground. Xiao Yinchou stretched out his left hand to pick up the soul-chasing gong, but he groaned and held his left shoulder down, not daring to move.
Lin Changxi bent down to pick up the soul-chasing gong and handed it to him: "But your left arm hurts again?"
Xiao Yinqiu shook his head: "It doesn't matter, maybe I'm too tired these past few days to rest. I'll just go back and take some medicine off this arm to rest."
Lin Chu looked at him with a bit of regret in his eyes.
Back in Dahuang Mountain, in order to contain Xiao Yinchou and Zhou Menglian, and to cause an internal fight between them, she designed Xiao Yinchou to cut off one of her arms.
Although she later asked Qianjilou to build a mechanical arm for Xiao Yinqiu to install, she did not watch the completion with her own eyes, and the workmanship was always inferior.
What is fake is fake after all, and it will inevitably wear out and become uncomfortable after being used for a long time. If he had known that Xiao Yinqiu had such a temper, he would never have been so decisive at the beginning.
"When I get back, I'll ask Old Man Qianji to make a new arm for you, as close to a real arm as possible." This time, she planned to do it herself.
"Thank you, Master Six." Xiao Yinqiu was overjoyed.
Old Man Qianji is a legend in the Four Kingdoms. His forging skills are unparalleled in the world. It would be great if he is willing to help.
"No need to thank me, I should have made up for it. What's more, everyone has to pay for what they have done!"
At the last sentence, Lin Chu's voice became as cold as ice, and her bright eyes looked at the mud-like limp plum branches for a moment: "Do you know your guilt?"
Mei Zhi's body trembled and she slowly raised her head.
Lin Chu in front of her looked at her condescendingly.
Behind her stood Zhong Si, Shi Feifei, Su Wen, Mu Yiwen, Lin Changxi and the lifeless Mu Yishuang.
Everyone looked at her without blinking, but their eyes no longer had the warmth of the past, only an ice-like coldness and undisguised murderous intent remained.
