Chapter 7o

That night

However, the magnificent temple revealed a silence that was completely inconsistent with the temple. A monk wearing a presiding monk robe sat on the ground with his hands folded, looking at the dead young monks beside him with pity. He sighed heavily: "Amitabha, please show mercy to the donors and do not kill them!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over that bastard Kongzhi!" The sharp and harsh voice was a little manic, and a hint of domineering. The sound was like an intoxicating note from the guqin. It was obviously so sinister, but it made people feel that the owner of the voice must be a very noble person.

The woman in black only showed her eyes for a silence, her black pupils expanded endlessly, her eyes were filled with nothingness and distortion, and even a hole that ruined the world. The soft sword in her hand kept dripping blood, trembling in the air with the call of death.

Master Koji hid in the dark and watched the scene in front of him with weak legs. When he accidentally made a sound, the woman heard the movement. He flashed lightly and pulled the person out and threw it in front of the host.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me... Don't..." Master Koji hugged him in fear, and was particularly frightened when facing death.

The soft sword in the woman in black pressed against Sorachi's neck, her eyes were poisonous, like a sticky corpse-shattering scattered body, "Say, who told you to frame me?"

"Don't kill me... Miss Seven, don't kill me... Don't kill me..." Komachi immediately remembered the familiar voice in front of him, as if he had heard it somewhere. Isn't this the voice of Miss Seven in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

She isn't a cripple at all?

The woman in black narrowed her eyes tightly into a thin line. With a light stroke of the soft sword in her hand, she saw a bloodstain on Sorachi's wrist. He trembled in pain and immediately begged for mercy: "Miss Seven, Miss Seven, please spare me, someone paid the money to let me do this..."

Kongzhi was really scared. How many young monks in the temple were killed by this crazy woman?

Who would have thought that Miss Seven, the Lame Seven, in the Prime Minister's Mansion, was such a powerful martial arts person?

"Someone asked me to memorize these words, and then said that someone would ask me to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to exorcise ghosts recently, and asked me to say everything according to what the other party said... and then..." Sorachi covered his hand in pain, his eyes kept turning around, as if he was hiding something.

Seeing this, the woman in black lifted the person up, and the soft sword in her hand pierced his stomach. Sorachi screamed and dared not have any other thoughts, "Ah... I said, I said everything... They took my wife and children to threaten me. If I don't obey, I will kill them... I have no choice... Miss Seven, please don't kill me... Don't..."

The respected Master Kongzhi has a wife and children? This is a huge scandal!

When the host heard this, he couldn't believe it. He folded his hands and bowed, sighed: "Amitabha, I am merciful. Please give me mercy to the donor for my life!"

The woman in black painted a very cruel curve, and her eyes looked at the ground coldly, and she was embarrassed, "There are heads and debts, but as a Buddhist practitioner, he harmed innocent and weak. If such a person does not go to hell, I will send him to hell!"

The woman in black suddenly got the soft sword in her hand. The soft sword was twisted and changed very flexibly like a spirit snake. The silver sword shadows and cold lights intertwined. When she heard the screams after screams from Kongzhi, blood splashed everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a ball of flesh completely surrounded Kongzhi.

After screaming, the host and the monks looked around. A bloody skeleton lying on the ground was piled up separately from a ball of disgusting flesh and blood. The blood dyed the ground red, emitting a very strong fishy smell.

"Amitabha, good, good..."

"Amitabha, good, good..."

"Amitabha, good, good..."

The woman in black took a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the soft sword, threw the handkerchief to the ground, her eyes shining with demonic energy dark and mysterious: "The man with tongues will be beaten to which level of hell, you Buddhists know the best. If you don't want to close your mouth like this empty-knowing end!"

Then, the woman in black flashed lightly and disappeared into the air.

The host fell back weakly, and a young monk hurriedly supported him. The host sighed: "It's your own fault, it's your own fault!"

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After the woman in black left, she quickly washed away the blood on her body and pulled the mask on her face. The exposed face turned out to be Ziyu's?

Ziyu squinted his eyes and walked to the well to clean the blood on his body. He smelled it carefully over and over again, and finally stopped cleaning after it had no smell.

"You found her!"

The mysterious and seductive voice, with a hint of desensual depression, when Ziyu heard this sound, he immediately turned around and unsheathed the soft sword in his hand.

The man reached out and held her wrist and sent it in, then grabbed Ziyu's sword in one go. When Ziyu reacted, he found that the soft sword was pointing at him.

"I always thought you couldn't speak, but who would have thought that the puppet master could imitate the voice of a witch?" The man showed a very handsome face, with an intoxicating luster under the moonlight, and a clear and shimmering breath scattered all over his body like an ancient spring.

It was as long as ink and scattered on the white clothes. It only had a leucorrhea tape to tie the front head behind the head, and the whole body was filled with a cold temperament like frost!

This is a doll-like man who is far more exquisite than a doll. He is fatally beautiful and charming.

"Say, where is Yan Qingyu?"

The luster in the man's eyes suddenly solidified, as if it was frozen thousands of miles away. The murderous intent in his eyes flashed like a substantial sword. The soft sword pressed against Ziyu's throat, and the murderous intent was full: "Yan Qingyu is not dead, where is she? Say!"

Ziyu sat there quietly without moving with her lips pursed. She knew the man in front of her.

"My master is dead, and I am afraid I will be disappointed!"

Ziyu's failure to speak does not mean that she will not speak, but because she can imitate any sound, she has long forgotten what her original voice looks like, thus preventing her from speaking.

He also speaks in other people's language, but he has never heard Ziyu imitate the witch's voice.

If Yan Qingyu was here, she would have been shocked, because Ziyu was speaking in the voice of her previous life, but the similarity of the voice was as high as 100%.

When Ziyu killed Kongzhi, he spoke in the voice of the seventh lady Yan Qingyu, and the same similarity was equal to the same person.

"Yan Qingyu will not die, otherwise you will not be alive!" A man known as the nine thousand years old hugged a stunning beauty that both men and women in the world cannot match, especially his eyes that are dazzling with charming light are so beautiful that it makes people sink into despair, making people unable to tell whether this is a man or a woman, or that is beyond the stunning beauty of men and women.

Ziyu looked at the overly beautiful man in front of him with all his body. Although he didn't know why he was sure that his master was not dead, his identity as nine thousand years old was enough to make people wary.

He cannot know the existence of his master.

Absolutely not!

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