Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang heard it, and suddenly understood that it was no wonder that a small jar could hold down their body. It was cut off from the limbs... It was a tingling in the heart, biting his teeth, walking to the front of a jar and reaching for a little jar. The water in the water smelled and sighed: "It’s a corpse oil, adding some materials that may be witchcraft. I don't know what it is."

"In order to prevent bleeding and body rot?" asked Guo Guo.

"Maybe they can also play the role of nutrient solution, so that they don't die." Ye Shaoyang looked down at the woman at the foot, softly said: "Tell me, how long have you been?"

"It’s almost three months..." The woman cried again. "Oh, we... I really want to die, I can’t die, I want you to save us, or kill us..."

Ye Shaoyang heard this, trembled with anger, his hands and feet were cut off, soaked in the jar for three months, I couldn't do it with any movement, this torture... it was a metamorphosis to the extreme!

"Damn!" The pony clenched his teeth and squeaked his fists. "Small leaves, you can save them!"

Ye Shaoyang kneels in front of a woman, looks at it carefully, and her head is plunged into the woman's body, her body is black, thick and bright. Although he did not know what this sorcerer was, he seemed to know that this must have been sucking on the flesh and blood or other things in the woman's body, and sewing it with a thread. It was worried that the woman would squat and would squat.

"I have to kill this cockroach first, lest it be aware of the changes in the outside world, make any weird moves, and endure it." Ye Shaoyang finished, took the needle box of the 18-god needle from the backpack and took out a thick one. The needle, first pierced his middle finger, licked some blood, took a breath, and stabbed it against the cockroach.

When you eat pain, your body is sewn by the thread. You can only squirm your body and drill into the woman's flesh.

"Ah..." The woman’s head shook hard.

Ye Shaoyang released a suffocating gas, through the silver needle, into the sputum body, the body is soft, does not move, and a black blood flows from the tail.

Ye Shaoyang then killed the cockroaches in the eyes of the other two women and wiped the sweat on the forehead. The practice was so many times that it was not as nervous as it was just now.

"Hey, thank you, please save us out..." The three women began to plead with Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, you... are dead."

After listening to this, the pony stumbled and said: "How is it possible that they are not alive?"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at him and said: "The hands and feet are cut off at high levels. Even if they can stop bleeding quickly, there is almost no chance of survival. They are not dead, just because the forehead has been inserted into a soul needle..."

Ye Shaoyang said, the thumb of the right hand was pressed in the middle of a woman's forehead, gently lifted up, brought out a black fine needle, and then pulled out the two souls of the other two women, explaining:

"The soul of the soul fixes their souls and cannot be separated from the body. Plus the potion can prevent the body from rot and replenish nutrition, so they can survive all the time, but this kind of life is more painful than death."

Turning his head and looking at the three women, he said, "I'm sorry, you can't resurrect. I can only send you a journey. You will suffer in this life, and you will be compensated in the afterlife." He bit his teeth and said one word at a time. : "I Ye Shaoyang swears, must hand the wicked, revenge for you!"

When the three women learned that they were going to die, they were not at all painful. Instead, they cried with great enthusiasm. Even if they died, they would not hesitate to choose to die.

Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath and wrote three soul-inducing symbols, which were respectively attached to the foreheads of the three women, sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes, and chanting the curse:

"The heavens are long-lived, the two instruments gather together, the yin and yang are uncertain, the Qiankun Changming, the heavens and the three clear, the pity of my life, the grievances of separation, the lingering of my heart, the life and death, the two distinct, the night road is difficult, Huangquan Road near, forget Sichuan River water, faint and fascinating, before the three stone, the edge of the fate, the township on the stage, the distant literary fan, Meng Po has a soup, but the remnant, six reincarnations, the cycle does not stop, the heaven and earth avenue, to my heart, today has a soul , the original home, the ghosts are judged, immediately lead ..."

The soft golden light, from the three souls, is shrouded in three women, three virtual shadows, leaving the body, into the soul of the soul...

Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath and walked over. Uncovering the soul-inducing symbols on the faces of the three men, licking his hair from his head, wrapped it in the middle of the paper, let go of the hand, and the paper flew up the chimney.

"What is this?" asked the pony.

"He gave his own yin to these three women, and he can change from the judge to a futuristic source of the afterlife." Lao Guo explained, looked at Ye Shaoyang and said, "The younger brother is the celestial division, one Root hair, equivalent to a hundred years of yin..." Didn't say it later, his hair, at least a dozen, for more than a thousand years of yin, just sent it out.

Ye Shaoyang did not care, said in a tired tone: "Use the engineering shovel to dig a pit, bury their bodies on the spot, and wait for Xie Yuqing to find their identity, and then inform the family to take it."

In order to illuminate, Ye Shaoyang lit up a long candle and lit it in the corner. The three people took turns to dig the pit. They just buried the person. A man suddenly laughed at the top: "Good kindness, three Unfortunately, you have become my best."

The three men squatted on the spot and looked up. There was a man above the chimney. It looked like he was in his forties, and his beard was pulling. At night, he could see his skin black as carbon.

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and looked up and said, "Yu Shi?"

The man grinned. "Ye Tianshi, the blood of my people, how do you feel?"

Sure enough, he! Ye Shaoyang secretly took a breath and thought that he had copied the old nest. It was already discovered by others.

"Is this woman killed by you?" The pony excitedly roared. "You have something to plant you down!"

The man glanced at him and sneered: "You are my idiot? There is a kind of you coming up."

"You are coming down! I promise not to kill you!"

Ye Shaoyang ignored the conversation between the two and looked up at the man and said, "What do you want?"

While talking, Ye Shaoyang's gaze turned around and searched in the room. Sadly, there are no doors and windows in this small room. Apart from a few jars, there are no extra things. I can't help but sigh. People say yes, and the three of them have become the shackles.

"What do I want to do? Haha, kid, I am going to go out with blood, and I have to pay a lot of blood. You can't do any blood compensation, how can I do it, gossip, I want you two things, first , Seven Star Longquan Sword, second, you Maoshan's inner door cheats "Yun Yun Tian Shu."