Every word she said was like a sharp steel needle, piercing straight into Fang Jing's chest, piercing his internal organs to shreds.
Fang Jing's face turned pale in an instant, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled along with his lips, setting off his already gloomy face even more hideously.
Cheng Muyou sighed deeply, his tense shoulders finally relaxed completely, and while relaxing, he sighed deeply in his heart: Sure enough, it is still the same, the words are more ruthless than anyone else, how can you provoke the opponent, do not leave a little room for maneuver, if it were not for the high mana, it is estimated that he would have died a thousand times and ten thousand times.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but smile on my lips: Also, what kind of person is she, no matter how gods and ghosts, dare not stand in her way, this time, she was calculated by these things, and she was made to lie in bed for so many days.
Therefore, she should not only be angry now, but more importantly, a deep sense of shame, so when Fang Jing said these words, it was also in love.
Sure enough, as he expected, Fang Jing suddenly roared angrily, raised the sharp axe in his hand and rushed forward, the others followed behind him, and also rushed forward, several people stepped on the barren grass through the shadow of the Dao tree, and ran straight towards the pale green shadow, but the more he ran forward, the more he felt that something was wrong, why was that woman's body getting lighter and lighter, and when she was only a few feet away from them, she disappeared completely, as if she had melted into the air, leaving only a slender silver needle on the turf.
Jiang Xixi froze his footsteps, grabbed his head and looked around, then looked at the shining silver needle next to his feet, and said to Fang Jing with a confused expression, "Tianrui, what about her?"
Why are people gone?
Didn't you just stand here nicely?
” Fang Jing looked around vigilantly a few times, and when he saw that he really didn't see anything unusual, he leaned down, squinted at the silver needle on the turf, and scolded angrily, "What kind of magical powers do you have, even if you use them, pretending to be a ghost and bluffing, do you think that we will be afraid of you?"
As he spoke, his hand quietly raised behind him, reminding his companion to be careful not to fall into the way of others.
But the silver needle did not move, it was quietly horizontal under the morning light, slender, delicate, and no different from an ordinary needle.
After such a confrontation for a while, Jiang Xixi was a little impatient, she spat and said loudly, "Tianrui, let's not waste time on this broken needle, presumably she deliberately made such a move to delay us in order to save that Cheng Muyou." ” As soon as the words fell, she stepped on the silver needle, and when she was about to step on it, a white light suddenly crossed the silver needle's body, sliding from the needle to the end of the needle, gathering at the tip of the needle, dazzling, and illuminating several people at the same time to close their eyes.
"Be careful."
Fang Jing roared, and rushed over desperately to push Jiang Xixi away.
But he was too late, the silver needle suddenly rose on the spot, and passed through Jiang Xixi's waist, the speed was so fast, except for Fang Jing, no one else even saw it, even Jiang Xixi himself, he just stood blankly, not knowing what had just happened.
However, when the silver needle pierced out of Jiang Xixi's abdomen, everyone could see it clearly, not because the speed of the silver needle had slowed down, but because in its needle hole, there was a white line, a slender, white line like a dragon's whisker.
"Tianrui" Jiang Xixi covered her stomach and looked blankly at the silver needle hanging in front of her, the white thread behind it was gently rising and falling, as if it was alive.
Suddenly, it was dark in front of her, her body fell suddenly, and the white thread turned around above her head.
"Watch out for this needle."
Fang Jing shouted at the famous housekeeper, his voice trembling violently because of nervousness, as if it was not his own.
When the family heard this, he turned around and ran, but he only ran two steps, and felt a tingling pain in his waist, he covered his waist, his body suddenly arched back, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his body fell to the ground softly.
"Threading the needle and thread is for embroidering the soul."
Cheng Muyou said solemnly, he watched the silver needles flying in the forest, with a white light, passing through the bodies of those people one by one, for some reason, there was a sadness in his heart: the Buddha said, life and death are the same, but if you suffer all the hardships of the world when you are born, who can be willing to die silently?
In the surging tide of thought, he suddenly remembered the sentence Jiang Xixi asked: My lord, is it a sin to be different from others?
He shook his head: No, but it is human nature to reject dissent, and heresy is sinful, and it has been the case since ancient times.
In many cases, people do not reject others or bully others out of fear, but just create a name and an excuse for their bad goodness.
"What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with us?
We have never harmed anyone, but we have been sewn into cowhides, buried under the swamp, our souls and bodies can only wander between life and death, we can't go anywhere, and even death is unwilling to accept people like us, what have we done wrong to be punished like this?
” Fang Jing's grief and indignation came from a distance, and now, the silver needle had passed through the waists of the others, and they didn't even let go of the cowhide bag buried in the ground.
He was the last, the silver needle pointed right at his face, the white lines behind him straightened, as if he were about to attack.
A pale cyan shadow turned from light to thick, appearing behind the silver needle, Yan Niang clamped the needle body with two fingers, leaned over to look at Fang Jing who was kneeling on the ground, and a strange brilliance flashed in her dignified eyes: "There is injustice, there is revenge, who owes you, you will find him, catch these innocent people and do nothing?"
” Fang Jing raised his head, looking at the face in front of him with a smile on it, his head suddenly raised a little higher, "It's been hundreds of years, they have already been reincarnated a few times, how can I find them?"
” Yan Niang's eyes bent, her head poked down again, and she whispered a few words in Fang Jing's ear, Oh, she looked at his face full of surprise, and asked, "Can you remember?"
Find them, don't let any of them go, let them taste the suffering that you and your people have suffered, only the pain of the skin can make people reflect and repent. ” Fang Jing's lips pursed slightly, his eyes widened and nodded at Yan Niang, and he muttered, "I remember, I remember every word of what the girl said, but," he muttered, "Back then, they sewn us up and sealed us with a cowhide bag, and tied us with a red rope with an evil spell, just so that we could not be reincarnated and reborn, and now, we are such a non-human and non-ghostly appearance, I am afraid that the underworld will not be able to accept us." ”