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As a shrewd and suspicious person, Eldest Brother Gao was the first to stop when he was not far away. He suddenly recalled the incident where many martial artists from the martial arts world came to search for Leng Qing yesterday afternoon and voiced out their doubts to his two brothers.

The theory of ghosts and gods was widely spread and had never been seen by anyone. Although the fourth elder was a timid and superstitious person, he was not an idiot. The three of them carefully thought about it, even he felt that the chatty little Devil Snake was just a child with a snake wrapped around its neck.

Thus, the three of them discussed for a while and decided to investigate more. However, the three of them kept their eyes open and took light steps. They had originally planned to secretly listen to the two of them and find out if their words were true or false. "But as soon as they reached the edge, they heard the woman in the cave call out Leng Qing's name.

When the three brothers heard this, they were overjoyed and immediately climbed up the rocks to the hole. The one in the middle was Old Gao who had just knelt down and kowtowed a moment ago. He fiercely said, "Your mother, not only have you caused me to lose face, you've even received my kowtow. Aren't you afraid that you'll lose your life?"

On the other hand, Venerable Lord Bell, who wished he could immediately grind the bones and scatter the ashes of the three brothers, watched on with a grin on his face. The young man who was pretending to be mysterious couldn't help but move backwards. Since this violent ghost girl could release him, it meant that she had regained her ability to control people. That calm smile of hers contained endless chilliness, and it suddenly made his heart tremble with fear.

With a gaze full of sympathy, he looked at the awe-inspiring Fourth Elder Gao. The youth walked to the corner of the stone wall and looked back at the smiling ghost girl. The short flute had already reached his lips. A misty flute melody rang out leisurely. It no longer sounded like the gentle voice of a loving mother calling out to a child. The melodious voice seemed to have been blown by a gust of cold wind.

The cold wind blew past. Surprisingly, his sinister face had a bite on the strange snake that had once occupied the youth's neck. He was the first one to tear off the woman's clothes, using obscenities to humiliate her. The triangular-eyed dragon obeyed the flute's orders and first started to bite and profane its head.

Boss Gao was shocked and roared, "What a beast! Look at this sword!" The steel blade hacked down with a "hu" sound, chopping seven inches of the snake's head off. The speed and accuracy of this strike could be said to be marvelous.

The melody of the flute suddenly changed and the intonation was high, the triangle-eyed green dragon's shadow was like lightning, whizzing across the surface of the blade, Gao Dong's complexion changed, he suddenly felt his wrist go numb, a strange pain went straight to his heart, like Gao Lao Si's scream of pain, the two rolled on the ground, screaming in pain.

The green shadow flashed again, but the triangular-eyed dragon was already perched on Gao Lao San's neck. It raised its head and wriggled its teeth, blood trickling from the corner of its mouth as the triangular-eyed dragon stared at Gao Lao San's terrified eyes.

Gao Lao San's four limbs were all sore and numb as he sat down with a plop, his face devoid of color. As Gao Dazhi and his brothers were rolling and howling, the place where they had been bitten started to rot. A stench started to emanate from the place, and every inch of it began to spread. It was an unbearable numbness and itchiness.

The two of them couldn't resist grabbing it with their hands. The moment they touched it, the skin would fall off even faster. In the blink of an eye, the white bones were revealed. Gao Lao was scared out of his wits, but he saw that both of them had no idea what was happening. They kept scratching with their hands, their nails scratching at the bones and making creaking sounds.

Miserable screams rose and fell one after another, the creaking sound was like needles piercing his ears. Gao Lao San could no longer hold it in. With a loud cry, his liver and guts were completely shattered, and he slowly fell to the ground. Leng Qing curled up into a ball, shivering.

After witnessing the miserable state of Gao Lao and Gao Lao, the female ghost believed that the words were true. After being bitten by the strange snake, her whole body's muscles started to rot inch by inch. Looking at the blood and gore on the festering parts of the two men who were wailing on the ground, he could imagine that they would have to suffer this pain for seven to four hundred days. The hairs on their bodies stood on end as they shivered.

Venerable Lord Bell stared coldly at the two of them. The flute's flute melody returned, and the triangle-eyed dragon leaped back into its sleeves. The girl's heart was filled with joy as she walked to the corpse of Old Gao's third brother. She lightly kicked the tip of her foot and disdainfully said: "You speak so arrogantly. I thought you had some cultivation skills, but you are just a coward. You have lost your manliness." Twisting his head back towards the young man, he frowned and said, "You brat, you were originally as timid as a mouse. Since this senior has let you go, why are you so afraid?"

Leng Qing's teeth chattered, "I …" "I …" At this moment, both of them suddenly jumped up and ran out of the cave. The two of them were in excruciating pain as they stumbled and fell from the rocks.

The cave was about three feet from the ground. Blood was flowing out of their faces and bodies. However, it was not a serious injury compared to the pain of their muscles festering. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he started to run like his life depended on it. From a distance, he could hear the soul-stirring screams echoing into the cave. He gradually became weaker and weaker until he could no longer hear it.

Venerable Lord Bell coldly snorted and said, "You reckless rat, you delivered yourself up to me. You saved me the trouble of hunting you down." The uneasy youth did not dare to reply. Venerable Lord Bell frowned after thinking for a moment and suddenly said, "Little demon, let's go."

Leng Qing said in shock, "You … Didn't you say to let me go? Why … "Why …"

Noble Bell said, "Why are you being so long-winded? Now that the two of them were like this, could they still frame that brat Tie Qingyi? Speaking of this matter, this sovereign has indirectly helped you. I have to go summon the demon corpse disciples and borrow your place to be absolutely safe. "

Leng Qing pursed her lips but didn't say anything. She was filled with discontent, but she didn't dare to vent it out. Noble Bell raised his arm and a light red smoke began to spread from his palm. A faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

Leng Qing shouted, "You want to …" Before he could even utter the word "He", his head felt dizzy and he fell to the ground. The drowsy feeling he got from the words made him feel as if he had been carried away by a vile female ghost.

When he regained his senses, he felt a slight morning breeze blowing past his face, and the refreshing scent of flowers and trees assaulted his senses. The youth slowly opened his eyes, but what he saw was an old tree leaning against it. He looked around and found that it was actually resting on a hill.

Leng Qing wanted to stand up and struggle for a bit, but to her horror, she could not muster up any strength. At the same time, she was both frightened and furious, not knowing what sort of ruthless method the ghost girl had used on her.

At the edge of the hill, the red robed Sir Bell, his clothes rustling in the cool breeze, stood straight towards the distant wilderness. All they could see was the place where the demon corpse disciples were taking a nap. From afar, he saw two people stumbling and running into the wasteland. A few figures flashed out from the weeds in the wasteland and moved forward to greet them.

Noble Bell let out a cold snort and slowly turned around. He stared at Leng Qing, whose face was filled with fear, and leisurely said, "Little demon, you saved this noble one, I won't harm you. You have been afflicted with the sect's secret 'Three Colors Bewitching Smoke of Meridians and Cartilage'. You need not worry or be afraid of it, the effects of the smoke will automatically dissipate and dissipate after six hours. However, you cannot speak or move for the next six hours. "

As if she was planning for something, the woman spoke with confidence. She pointed at the wilderness in the distance and said proudly, "Brat, do you see that? The moment the two scoundrels, who had been bitten by the divine dragon, entered the demon corpse's resting place, they were immediately surrounded. Heh heh … When Tie Qing Yi realized that his real body would definitely come to summon the Demonic Corpse Sect disciples, he decided to ambush them and wait for his real body to fall for his trap. Haha … However, this thief had protected the demon corpse disciples for a whole night and became their cheap protector. "

Leng Qing could not say anything, and could not move her body. She could only roll her eyes and glare angrily.