Global Recovery Started To Become the God of Luoshui River

Tutu abruptly emerged from Li Sanhuai, grinning at the shadow behind him.

The shadow seemed to feel threatened, and suddenly disappeared into the thick night.

Turning his head for the third time, he saw a figure resembling Song Qianxue.

Could it be this woman's fault again?

Shadow ran to the front gate of Song Qianxueyuan, gasping for breath. He didn't expect Li San to have such great ability.

The shadow seemed to have its own unique thinking, slowly floated into the room, and finally landed on Song Qianxue's body on the bed.

The woman who had closed her eyes suddenly opened her eyes, and a fierce look appeared in her eyes.

Looking for an opportunity, I still have to get rid of Li San completely. This guy is a bad existence to me in one day.

Soon a thick black mist slowly emanated from the woman, and there was no life in the black mist.

Even the flowers and plants outside the window were implicated by the black mist and gradually became withered.

The black fog drifted to the farmland, and a yellow talisman in the sky completely dispelled the black fog.

The woman opened her eyes sharply, and a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"He actually set up a barrier here!"

He originally wanted to destroy those crops that were growing better through the black fog all over his body, but he did not expect that the River God would set up a barrier.

It is the weather and rain that plays a role. This talisman can protect the soil and water of a party for up to a year.

The woman seemed a little unwilling, she stood up and packed her backpack and walked out.

The sky was as dark as dragon ink, and San sat in his own river temple, thinking about what happened just now.

What exactly is that thin white line? Are those people controlled by silk threads or are they really suffering from some strange disease?

Song Qianxue was carrying her schoolbag and soon came to a cemetery.

Who asked me to guess, carefully put the schoolbag on the ground, and took out pieces of fresh meat from it.

Putting the fresh meat in a similar formation, staring at the cemetery quietly.

At this time all the tombstones were shaking slightly, but the raw meat remained unchanged.

On Song Xixue's originally beautiful face, the gentle smile slowly disappeared. He looked at these tombstones with cold eyes.

The slender hands were still stained with blood from the raw meat, and they were tightly clasped together.

"You don't even want to help me, do you? You have to help me if you want to get out of here!"

Just listening to this girl's cold voice, if you are a normal girl, let alone fishing for things in the cemetery with raw meat, even if you come here, you will probably be scared to death.

Suddenly the raw meat suddenly turned into jerky, as if something had absorbed all the fat in it.

The bottom of a tombstone emerged with wisps of black mist, gradually rising into the air.

The black mist seemed to be more exaggerated than the one on Song Qianxue's body, and the black mist surrounded the woman.

Looking closely, there seems to be a pair of long and narrow eyes in the black fog, revealing a dangerous light.

Song Qianxue trembled all over, his skin seemed to be drained of moisture from his body.

It became a little dry, his face was pale, and he seemed to be suffering from severe pain.

The faint blood mixed with sweat slowly flowed out of his body.

His eyes gradually showed a crazy look, and his body was madly absorbing the thick black mist.

Gradually, Song Qianxue's eyes turned red.

The aura around him was undergoing earth-shaking changes, and suddenly a tombstone suddenly burst.

"Finally coming out!"

A shadow slowly emerged from the tombstone, and that shadow turned out to be the son of Xia Lan!

When he emerged from the tombstone, he was holding a strange knife in his hand.

There seems to be a child's head on the curved handle of the blade, and the child is closing his eyes tightly.

Xia Lan's son walked to Song Qianxue and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

Without hesitation, he plunged a knife into Song Qianxue's chest.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out of Song Qianxue's heart, but there was no pain in the woman's face.

The child on the handle of the knife felt the warmth of the blood, slowly opened his small mouth, and greedily devoured the bright red blood.

With the increase of swallowed blood, the child actually emitted a red light, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and a blood-red light shot out from his eyes.

Song Qianxue's body became colder and colder, he slowly slipped to the ground, and finally stopped breathing.

The black mist began to run wild, but no matter how much he floated, there was no way to escape from Song Qianxue's body.

In the end, the black mist was completely immersed in Song Qianxue's body, and the blood from his heart gradually flowed into the child's eyes and slowly closed.

Next, an even more bizarre scene happened. The knife actually got into Song Qianxue's skin little by little, leaving only a head portrait exposed.

The black night covered all this and the gloomy wind blew over the girl on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Song Qianxue suddenly opened her eyes and stood up.

It's just that the girl in front of her no longer has a heartbeat or breath. She looks at her pale skin and smiles coldly.

"Am I successful?"

Starting today will be another chapter of his life, and a black mist is faintly emitting from his body.

The girl shook her head and looked at the tombstone, then walked outside the cemetery.

An old man walked out slowly from behind Song Qianxue, he wanted to stop Song Qianxue's way.

"I didn't expect that the strange things in the village were done by you alone!"

This old man is none other than Lao Zhang.

Years of experience with caretakers and temples told him that all this must have been man-made.

So every night he is here waiting for an opportunity, and coincidence can let him catch clues.

Seeing old Zhang Song Qianxue's eyes, she was shocked.

But he was relieved quickly, and walked in front of Lao Zhang with a smile.

"I said Uncle Zhang, don't think like that, I'm helping the guy's life, just like me!"

"Get immortality? I think it's you who wants to harm the villagers, like you? What's the difference between that and a monster?"

After listening to Lao Zhangtou's words, Song Qianxue's face even showed a proud look.

Seeing that he was not flustered at all, the old man was a little uncertain.

"Aren't you afraid that I will sue you at the River Temple?"

Old Zhang Yizheng's expression led Song Qianxue to cover her mouth and laugh out loud.

"According to you, I'm really a little scared!"

The thick darkness covered up the woman's sinister face. Lao Zhang thought he was really scared, but he still walked up to Song Qianxue earnestly.

"As the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to look back for ten years. If you look back now, I can still ask the River God to intercede for you!"

Song Qian pretended to be grateful and grabbed Lao Zhang's wrist.

"Uncle Zhang, I really have to ask you, but I don't want the River God to know that I have a better way!"

Just as Lao Zhang wanted to ask what the method was, his pupils suddenly opened.