Chapter 58 The Red Wedding Dress for Wrapping the Corpse
As for the storage bag on Long Feng'er's body, the yew hard bow, etc., Ye Yang didn't take anything away from them.
Although he didn't know where Long Gang had gone, Ye Yang would never set up an opponent for himself.
Especially when facing someone like this who could kill him, he was even more cautious.
Watching Long Feng'er turn into a pile of bones with his own eyes.
Ye Yangcai slowly exited the tomb.
The years have passed and the consumption has been huge.
He felt that most of the energy he had spent collecting wild flowers in the mountains for a long time was drained away.
"This move is extremely powerful, but it cannot be used lightly."
After testing his limit, Ye Yang thought to himself.
…
He stuck to the stone wall of the tomb and explored carefully. He exhaled slowly, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget.
In front of you is a sea of flowers, red, yellow, blue and green like clouds and brocade.
Bowl-sized peonies, overlapping roses, goose-yellow chrysanthemums, and white jasmine floated gently in the wind, swaying up and down.
"this!"
Ye Yang suddenly understood something and took out the ghost-headed seven-ring knife and shoveled it towards the ground.
A layer of beige oil appeared on the ground, revealing a fishy smell.
"It's Huang Mi Zhi!"
This thing is made from baby fat, also known as baby fat. In addition to growing flowers, it can also provide vitality to dying people.
A baby is innocent and innocent, undisturbed by the mortal world, and its innate energy has not disappeared.
The ancient immortal general history has said: "It can increase eyesight, brighten the spirit, and strengthen the essence."
In ancient times, there was a demon fairy who, in his old age, ate three thousand babies a day in order to maintain his vitality.
Within a year, a whole city was completely depleted.
There was an open space in the middle of the sea of flowers, and there was a woman there.
The woman's back was turned to him. She was wearing a red wedding dress with phoenix patterns. She was sitting on a stone pier, looking at a dim mirror with yellow appliqués and smeared her lips.
Under the woman's feet, there was a group of white boys with pale fur, bare heads, and old faces.
These boys were chattering and vomiting.
He actually vomited out countless bloody heads, including men and women, old and young.
"not good!"
Ye Yang felt as if he was being targeted by some big terror. His back felt cold and his pores were so frightened that he opened his pores.
He turned around and ran back, but the next moment.
He felt someone behind him tap his shoulder, and his legs suddenly felt paralyzed and out of control.
"Mr. Lang, do I look good?"
"It looks good! It looks good."
Ye Yang didn't dare to look back at all.
"You lied to me. It's nice to see why you don't look back."
Ye Yang turned his head slightly and was startled.
A woman was wearing a red wedding dress, but she had a bloody fox head on her head.
His eyebrows were long and narrow, his face was pale, and blood was flowing out. His eyes were dug out by something unknown, leaving only a pair of holes.
Like a human, like a fox, like a ghost, like a monster!
But it doesn’t seem to be the case at all.
"Mr. Lang, you are so cruel! You locked me here for sixty years, gouged out my eyes, cut out my tongue, dug out my heart, and broke my legs."
"Beheaded me eighteen times today. You are so cruel! Uh-huh-huh...huh-huh-huh."
The woman stretched out her hand and gently touched Ye Yang's face, full of hatred.
An evil smile appeared on the pale white fox's face. She opened her mouth, but there was no tongue inside, and her mouth was a deep and empty throat.
Ye Yang didn't dare to talk.
"run!"
He used all his footwork to avoid the strange woman's caressing hands. The sword demon ape's destiny brought him terrifying speed.
Climbing and jumping, with extraordinary flexibility, he finally crossed the sea of flowers.
Get rid of this weird woman in red.
Just as Ye Yangsong breathed his last, he suddenly felt something crawling up his back.
Behind him, it was cold, and he couldn't feel a trace of human body temperature.
"What do you want to do?"
Ye Yang concentrated for a moment and slashed out with his sword.
The red eyes on the ghost-headed seven-ring sword flickered, and the next moment, he cut off the woman's head.
Before Ye Yang could be happy, he saw that the woman's weird fox head had grown back.
Ye Yang chopped it off again, and the head fell to the ground, and then grew rapidly again.
After being chopped eighteen times in a row, the soles of Ye Yang's feet were covered with strange fox heads, but the woman was still fine.
Still growing like crazy.
The strange woman seemed to be crying but not crying, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Ye Yang was shocked. He beheaded her eighteen times in a row without hurting her at all.
Really weird.
…
No matter how Ye Yang tried to hide, this woman appeared in front of him, like a piece of brown candy that he couldn't get rid of.
Ye Yang's heart skipped a beat.
Just break the jar and throw it away!
"Okay, you want to enter the bridal chamber, right?"
He turned around and ripped off the red wedding dress from this strange woman.
But the next moment, Ye Yang regretted it.
After taking off the red wedding dress, what was revealed was a skinny and shriveled corpse, with the thighs cut off at the root and the heart empty.
Her stomach was full of corpses, and white maggots kept rolling in her minced internal organs, and then small maggots were born one after another.
A scroll rolled out from the big red wedding dress and fell outside. The strange woman suddenly lost her mind and lay on the ground, looking for it.
"Where is my baby, where is my baby... baby, baby, where have you been, come back quickly."
She crawled on the ground, her body was covered with water, and her internal organs were crawling all over the ground, trying to find the scroll, but she was blind and couldn't find it no matter what, so she had to keep rolling and climbing... to search.
As soon as the red wedding dress fell from her body, it turned into a shabby shroud stained with corpse oil, with pits and tatters.
Coincidentally, the scroll rolled down to Ye Yang's feet. Ye Yang gently kicked it away. The next moment, his whole body was shaken.
"This is... this is..., how could it be him!"
The scroll fell, revealing its contents: the bright moon hung high, and there were three people standing side by side in a thatched hut.
A woman is holding a small donkey on the left side, looking at the man lovingly.
The man is dressed in a white shirt, facing the bright moon in the sky, holding a three-foot green blade, elegant and free.
Between the man and the woman, there is a child about three or four years old, with dark purple hair and only half of his charming smile.
There is a gun-shaped red mark between the eyebrows, and the two small hands on the left and right are held by a man and a woman.
A very heartwarming picture of a family of three looking at the moon.
"Could it be possible that the woman in the picture is actually this weird woman?"
Ye Yang shook his head to shake off the ridiculous thoughts from his mind.
However, Ye Yang recognized that man and was very familiar with it.