One thousand one hundred and ninety-six: Fellow people?

One thousand one hundred and ninety-six: Fellow people?

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Sting, the sound of the soles rubbing together.

Zhao Yinghe looked down and found that under the dust was a piece of blood that had long dried and turned black.

"There."

Ye Ling stamped her foot, and the breeze spread and swept away quickly, revealing the direction of the blood stains.

Under a seat at the back of the classroom, large swaths of black blood splattered, like a wild painter splashing ink on a painting.

At first glance, it is extremely impactful.

Yan Wan frowned, put his hands on the table and pulled hard. The huge force allowed him to effortlessly pull the two rows of seats out of the ground and throw them aside.

Corpse, male.

He was about thirty or forty years old, and he was still wearing a brown Taoist robe stained with blood.

In his arms, he held a cloth bag tightly, as if there was something important inside, and he would not let go until death.

The neck, which connected the head to the body, was almost completely torn apart, leaving only the twisted vertebrae connected.

After taking a cursory look at the rips in his robe, Yan Wan's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly. He was already proficient in fist and claw skills, so it was natural to see that these were almost all caused by claws.

"What's in the bag? Let him suffer such injuries and not want to let go?"

Ye Ling knelt down, took out the cloth bag from the corpse's arms, shook off the dust on it, reached out and took out a small mirror.

However, this palm-sized, trigram-shaped mirror could not reflect anyone. Instead, a black cat appeared in the mirror.

Stab...

The cloth bag shattered, revealing the remaining contents, the dried bottle, the ink fountain with elastic thread, the broken peach wood sword, etc...

She looked at it carefully, sighed slightly, and said: "This person is also with us, but he didn't expect that the ghost here would be so strong, and he lost his life if he was not careful."

Yan Wan was leaning on the table. He just saw that what was revealed on the mirror was not Ye Ling, but a black cat. "Isn't that the remnant soul in the mirror?"

Ye Ling shrugged: "It should be that for this person, this black cat is not just a medium, a pet. That's why he drives this thing and seals the black cat's soul inside."

Zhao Yinghe touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "No, I guess he wanted to use the remaining soul of the black cat to tell others something."

Ye Ling did not refute, because what he said was also a possibility. "It's a pity that we only came here after so many years. Even with the protection of this Bagua Mirror, its soul has dissipated a lot, and there won't be much consciousness left."

"If I find its body, maybe I can give it a try."

Zhao Yinghe shook the bell. Although there was no sound, golden ripples spread out, dispersing the increasingly dense black air around him.

Yan Wan held a cigarette in his mouth and walked out with his backpack: "Let's go. If possible, take his body out with you before leaving."

Ye Ling touched the body and found nothing else, so she followed him with a mirror.

"What's strange to me is, why didn't Lei Yunhu tell us about this matter? There's something fishy." Zhao Yinghe glanced at the corpse and said lightly.

"careful."

Suddenly, Yan Wan seemed to feel something. He instantly touched the ground, turned around in the air, and unsheathed the Scarlet Xiao Sword he had been holding in his hand.

Dang clang...

The sound of the collision of gold and iron resounded throughout the classroom, and the lingering sound buzzed into my ears.

In just a short moment, Yan Wan turned around, rushed out, drew his sword, and came to Zhao Yinghe, narrowly blocking a black light that pierced the opponent's back.

As soon as the sound came out, Ye Ling and the two of them immediately trembled, and their somewhat lax vigilance reached its highest point in an instant.

"evil Dead?"

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Yinghe's forehead, and he hurriedly stepped back. He clutched the bell in his hand tightly, glanced across the empty ground, and whispered softly.

"no."

Yan Wang gritted his teeth and replied. His yin and yang eyes could clearly see that this resurrected corpse had a black, thin silk thread hanging above its head.

This thread seeped from the top of his head and penetrated all parts of the body. It was like suturing, forcibly connecting the broken bones, turning the corpse into a puppet that could be manipulated.

"Idiot, it's just a corpse."

Yan Wan sneered, and suddenly stepped out. The three-foot long sword glowed with a faint red light, like a red-hot iron. It turned into a flurry of afterimages at lightning speed.

One second?

Maybe not.

The corpse was cut into dozens of pieces in a matter of seconds. Like collapsed building blocks, they scattered all over the ground with a crash.

It seems that Chixiao, the Emperor Dao, is very lethal to this kind of evil ghost, or maybe it can see that this corpse is no match for Yan Wan.

So after the body was broken into pieces, the black line seemed to have been greatly damaged and quickly disintegrated and disappeared without being sutured back together.

Dang rang

Yan Wan put his sword away in the box, bent down to pick up the body, and stabbed the black light in Zhao Yinghe's hand.

It was only a dozen centimeters long, but unexpectedly heavy. It looked like a token, with a black and blue light glowing all over its body.

"What is this?" Yan Wan handed this thing to them for a look. Looking for books www.zhaoshuyuan.com

Ye Ling looked at it carefully and gave it back to Yan Wan: "I don't know, it should be some kind of voucher. It's like a token. I can check it later."

"Thank you very much." Zhao Yinghe smiled gratefully at him.

Yan Wan shook his head indifferently, took one last look at the body, and said in a solemn voice: "It's okay, but this place is very evil, Lei Yunhu never told us about this person.

Or he didn't know that this person sneaked in. Either he concealed it on purpose, but what was his purpose of concealing it? This is somewhat intriguing. "

"Just go out and ask around later."

Zhao Yinghe's face was also very ugly. If Yan Wu hadn't come to the rescue this time, although he had a trump card and wouldn't have died so easily, some injuries were inevitable.

boom!

The moment they walked out of the classroom, Yan Wan and others stopped in unison.

When they came in, this classroom was on the left at the end of the corridor, and there was also a classroom on the right. But now...it has become a corridor.

"Interesting, kind of interesting."

Yan Wang showed his white teeth and smiled brightly.

But in the eyes of Ye Ling and the two of them, there was an unspeakable ferocity and evil nature.

The two of them don't have yin and yang eyes. They can only see ghosts and ghosts with the help of things like cow's tears or magic weapons. But for things like illusions, they can't distinguish between true and false.

"Follow me."

Yan waved his hand and hit the wall next to him. It looked like a wall, but it didn't have any substance when it hit it, and it passed right through.

Thirty-six steps, turn left, three steps.

Yan Wan accurately stepped on the air in front of him, but it was actually on the steps.

Snapped!

The moment he stepped on it, everything he had just turned into a black mist and went up the stairs.