There was a shocking blood hole on the tiger's huge head, and blood gushed out, dyeing the black and blue fur red.
Its horns were uprooted.
Seeing that the tiger was out of breath, Li Derang was taken aback, although there was no panic in his eyes, but there was also a faint sense of unease.
He cautiously looked up at Yan Niang, and said in a low voice, "Lin Jingyin, where did he go?"
” Yan Niang turned into her original form and landed beside Li Derang, pressed her index finger to her lips, and looked around vigilantly, "Be careful, he may be anything now, stones, rubble, hay, dead wood, and even a wisp of rain falling from the sky. ” Hearing this, Li Derang couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart, he leaned down, and Yan Niang was back to back, both of them carefully looked at the surrounding bricks, tiles, grass and trees, and did not dare to let go of any wind and grass.
Suddenly, without warning, a gust of wind blew down from above, brushed over the heads of the two men, and swooped down with a whistling voice.
The two of them were taken aback, and at the same time looked up at the sky, trying to find the figure of the old way in the flying sand and rocks.
"What's that?"
Li Derang saw a familiar blue in the dust, which was falling from a high place in a whirlwind, "Is that his robe?"
He raised his voice, his blazing eyes focused on the rag that had fallen from the sky.
Yan Niang also followed his gaze to the high place, her eyes full of alertness.
The rags were still fluttering in the air, getting lower and lower, and as they were about to get close to the two of them, they were struck by a flash of fire and turned into a cloud of ashes surrounded by sparks.
"It's not him."
Yan Niang said these words to herself, her voice was a little hesitant, as if she was thinking about something.
But just as the two of them were contemplating, a very thin cloud of smoke and dust was lifted on the ground, only the size of a palm, a little bit close to Li Derang's boots, slipped up his upper and trouser legs, and silently came to the jeweled sand around his waist.
"Sound east and west, Duke Chu Guo, are we fooled?"
Yan Niang's eyes rolled slightly, spread her hands, and looked at herself carefully.
Li Derang also looked at his robe like her, but at this look, his back suddenly cooled, and a dense layer of cold sweat climbed on.
For he saw a hand, a blackened and cracked hand, which was at his loins, its fingers curled up in a hook, and before he could make a sound, it plunged into his cunt and into his flesh.
Li Derang let out a cry of pain, pulled out the dagger from his boot and stabbed at the hand, but this stab almost made his deep wound worse, because the hand was gone, as if hidden in his body, and disappeared without a trace.
"What's wrong with you?"
Yan Niang saw Li Derang suddenly fall to the ground, and hurriedly leaned over and squatted down, when she saw the wound on his waist, her eyebrows were twisted: this wound was extremely deep, all the way to the inner abdomen, if it wasn't for the beads on the belly to cover it, it might have made Li De's abdomen crack on the spot and kill him.
Yan Niang's heart was shocked, and she hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from her waist and covered it on his wound, and said in a low voice, "You hold your breath and sit quietly, and you must not touch the wound again." ” Li Derang nodded, put his hands on his legs, and slowly closed his eyes.
Yan Niang saw that his breath was slowly steady, so she stood in front of him, looking around with a pair of bright eyes, trying to search for traces of the old way.
Now the surroundings have become extremely quiet, only the sound of Li Derang's breathing came from behind him, up and down, without interruption, from time to time disturbing Yan Niang's already tense heartstrings.
She always felt that something was wrong, so she looked back at him again: Li Derang's face was pale, and a few drops of cold sweat hung on his forehead, which slid down his angular face all the way to his neck, soaking his collar.
Yan Niang felt that she was too careful, so she shook her head slightly, turned around again, and looked away.
But the moment she turned her head, Li Derang suddenly opened his eyes, or to put it this way, Li Derang himself did not open his eyes, what opened his eyes was the thin layer of "sand" that had been covering him, and now, he gathered into a human form, re-transformed into that hideous appearance, stood up little by little, and almost the whole person was attached to Yan Niang's back.
Neither of them noticed that there was one more person among them, he was very thin, flickering, his movements were as light as a feather, and he raised his arm high at Yan Niang.
His only remaining left hand was charred and shriveled, like a piece of charcoal that had been burned repeatedly, and the back of his hand was embedded with cracks, none other than the mark left by the remnant soul's backlash.
That year, he was dragged by Yan Niang and injured his body, and now, he can finally use this remaining left hand to avenge himself.
Thinking of this, Lao Dao couldn't help but smile a little happily on his face, and then, he pursed his lips, his left hand tightened, and slashed straight down Yan Niang's neck.
For a moment, he thought he had succeeded, because his hand had already touched Yan Niang's cold skin, and he could even feel it penetrate her smooth texture and cut into the slender cervical vertebrae.
But the next moment, the body under his hand suddenly softened, and collapsed to the ground like a deflated paper figure, shrinking smaller and smaller, shrinking smaller and smaller, turning into a beautiful embroidered handkerchief.
"Lin Jingyin, you dare to lie to me, you dare to lie to me again and again."
Lao Dao turned around to find someone like crazy, but not only was there no Yan Niang behind him, but even Li Derang, who was sitting on the ground, was gone, and he didn't know where he went.
He was furious, and roared at Cheng Dexuan, who was standing not far away, "Where did she go, where did she go?"
” The roar shook the sky, and the snow on the trees fell one after another, covering Cheng Dexuan and the Wang family's father and son, and dressed them up as three snowmen.
Cheng Dexuan was startled by this roar, and he didn't even have time to shoot off the snow, so he shook his hand again and again, "Dao Chief, I haven't seen where she went, this Lin Jingyin is scheming, it's not easy to kill her." ” At this point, he suddenly paused, kept his complexion unchanged, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the corpse of the tiger behind Lao Dao, and his mouth was gently tilted there.
The old man understood, his eyes slanted towards his shoulders, and he suddenly turned backwards and pounced on the scale worm that had just come out of the tiger's ear.