After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 243|Hunting

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Suppressing the throbbing pain in his head, Qiao Wan immediately asked: "Where is Fang Lingqing?"

The maid had a blank look on her face.

Qiao Wan patiently described: "The other young man who came with me had scaly lines on his face."

The maid was even more confused: "I have never seen such a young man..."

Qiao Wan's heart finally sank little by little. Without saying a word, she picked up the sword on the table, turned around and rushed out of the camp.

As soon as he rushed out of the camp, he was suddenly stopped by the Xiao family guards outside.

"Forgive me, Fellow Daoist Qiao," the Xiao family guard guarding the door smiled politely: "Young Master Xiao Huan ordered us to keep an eye on Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist is seriously injured and has not recovered, so it is better not to go out and run around."

Qiao Wan stood still: "Have you ever seen a young man with scales on his face?"

"Young man?" The Xiao family guard thought for a while, "This young man died just after he was brought back."

Dead...dead? !

Qiao Wan's eyes widened, her heart thumped, and she immediately took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed forward, and pressed her sword firmly against the neck of the Xiao family guard in front of her.

"Where are the people?! Where are the people?!"

The Xiao family guard was pinned under her. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes touched Qiao Wan's cold and almost crazy look. He suddenly trembled and his voice stuttered a little: "I...I don't know either. , this young man was exhausted when he was brought back, maybe he was thrown back to the secret realm..."

Then... the young man was indeed out of breath when he brought him back. Even if Fang Lingqing is still alive, he is of no use to the young master. The young master is even less likely to save his life. It is better to let him die in the secret realm without anyone noticing...

After repeatedly confirming that the guard did not know what was going on, Qiao Wan silently retracted the sword, almost drawing blood from his teeth.

Dead...?

Fang Lingqing is dead? That stupid young man who has been molested by Qi Feidao and the senior brothers and sisters of Chongde Ancient Garden is dead?

As soon as the shackles on his body were loosened, the guard immediately got up on his hands and knees, and carefully persuaded, for fear of angering the girl in front of him: "Fellow Daoist Qiao, please go back and lie down. Here are all our Xiao family disciples, even if you want to You can’t get out even if you go out.”

Hearing this, Qiao Wan suddenly turned around, holding the sword, and said coldly, word by word: "Tell me everything you know, everything."

The Xiao family guard opposite moved his lips.

The blood stains on the girl's face had turned into dry brown blood clots, and her dark eyes were filled with a solemn cold light.

At this glance, the Xiao family guard's heart froze, and he helplessly made a gesture of invitation, but Qiao Wan directly interrupted the threat with an expressionless face.

"Say it right here."

"Say it nicely."

"If you hide one more word from me, I will kill you."

*

He may be dying.

Fang Lingqing opened his eyes, his lips were thirsty, and his whole body was like a fish with scales shaved off. Even the slightest breeze made him twitch in pain. What's more, there are still many broken limbs and arms on his body, including men and women.

These corpses were piled as high as a hill, and he was stuffed in the bottom layer of the corpse mountain. Through the gaps between the human bodies, he could vaguely catch a glimpse of a spacious and bright palace.

There was blood flowing across the white jade floor tiles, and the figures of the people coming and going in the palace were clearly reflected in the pool of blood.

It’s not accurate to say they are people. They are wearing armor and have expressionless faces. They look more like the walking corpses I saw in the ghost market before. In addition, there are some with human, animal, snake body and leopard heads. , elephant-headed, all kinds of strange "people".

At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Then a young man in white robe walked out from outside the palace gate.

"Has it all arrived?"

He could only hear the young man's melancholy voice and the hem of his white robe.

Fang Lingqing swallowed, moistened her thirsty throat, and quietly pushed away the body at the front, trying to take a closer look.

"These 'human animals' are all here." The answer was these strange "people".

"Is anyone alive?" the young man asked. Before his subordinates could answer, a spiritual thread shining like ice and snow suddenly stretched out from his sleeves. "Forget it, let me check again."

The spirit thread rolled up one of the "corpses" on Fang Lingqing's body, and the corpse with its eyes closed shivered slightly and imperceptibly.

The young man casually curled his fingers, and the spiritual thread wrapped around his wrist immediately wrapped tightly around the neck of the "corpse".

"Are you alive or dead?" There was a hint of smile in the voice of the young man in white robe. He pulled back slightly, and the spiritual thread penetrated deeply into the texture, cutting a bright red gash.

"Uh...uh...ahhhh!!"

Severe pain struck, and the "corpse" finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out with a horrifying scream!

The young man suddenly turned cold and tightened his hands: "It's so noisy."

The head of the "corpse" was neatly cut off.

He kicked his head casually, then turned to look in the direction of the mountain of corpses: "Who else is alive? Come forward."

Fang Lingqing could obviously feel several "corpses" trembling on his body, but no one dared to move. Even Fang Lingqing couldn't help but shiver and ducked down subconsciously.

The young man rolled up the body of another male cultivator, took it into his arms, touched the other man's face, and showed a frivolous smile: "Is it you?"

After meeting the young man's face, the male cultivator couldn't help but open his eyes in horror, "It's... it's you!!"

"You...!!"

The young man's expression suddenly changed, and the spiritual threads on his wrists hit the opponent's chest. In the male cultivator's horrified eyes, they crushed the beating heart in his body.

Seeing this young man kill two people in a row, and the smell of decaying corpses filling his nose, Fang Lingqing felt a surge in his stomach, and he tried hard to hold it in before he vomited it out.

"The heartbeat is getting faster." The young man raised his eyes expressionlessly and scanned the mountain of corpses. The spiritual threads on his wrists dragged out a few more "corpses" and threw them on the ground.

Without exception, Fang Lingqing heard the monks' teeth chattering in fear.

This time the young man did not delay any longer, and the spiritual thread on his wrist neatly eliminated more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

Finally, he lowered his gaze in the direction of Fang Lingqing.

"There is one more."

Without a knife, without a sword, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he was seriously injured. A deeper despair than when he faced the human-headed tumbleweed came to his heart. Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth, knowing in his heart that he might be quite brave. But this is over.

Even if he had a magic weapon in hand, he might not be able to deal with this young man, and he was not Meng Canglang. Fang Lingqing smiled bitterly.

A roll of spiritual silk——

Just when Fang Lingqing closed his eyes and was about to die, the spiritual thread was not directed at him! Instead, it swept away the other "corpse" that was pressed against him. The other person's trachea was cut open without even a struggle, and he was left aside with a dead look on his face.

At this point, the young man took the spiritual thread back to his wrist.

Another burst of footsteps sounded, and the young man walked out of the palace door. Other "people" crowded up one after another, silently cleaning up the mess on the ground.

Fang Lingqing felt her heart beating wildly and fiercely.

He...he still has a chance! !

Quietly pushed the corpse that was pressed against him away a little. Taking advantage of the moment when the "people" in front of him didn't look at him, Fang Lingqing's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she pushed the corpse in front of her away. , got out of the mountain of corpses, stumbled and hid behind the white jade pillars in the hall!

My hands and feet were stiff, and my throat was dry. Little by little, I used the pillars as a shield and moved outside the palace door.

Finally half of his feet stepped out of the palace door, and a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"I actually forgot one."

At the same time, several spiritual threads penetrated deeply into the chest, firmly locking the position of the heart.

Looking at the big hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, Fang Lingqing turned his head blankly and looked at the person behind him.

"You..."

This young man turned out to be! !

Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. Fang Lingqing lowered his eyes silently, and through the dark hole, he saw the young man's spiritual thread simply crushing his beating heart.

The young man showed a gentle and polite smile, and the blood-stained spiritual thread came out of his chest, then climbed up his neck, and cut off the young man's head.

Putting the young man's handsome head in his hand, the young man played with it with interest for a while, and an imperceptible sigh escaped from his lips.

"It's so beautiful."

*

And in the Xiao family's tent.

Qiao Wan paused, "You mean, Xiao Huan wants senior brother to rescue me in exchange for the Execution of Evil Sword Manual?"

The guard of the Xiao family frowned: "So, fellow Daoist Qiao, please stop running around and wait with peace of mind. When the sword manual arrives, this matter will be revealed."

Impossible.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, knowing very well.

It's impossible for Xiao Huan to let her go like this. Maybe if he lets her go now, he might turn around and kill her directly. Even if the consciousness is tampered with, there will be hidden dangers, and Xiao Huan will never be able to rest assured.

At this moment, there was another movement outside the door, and it was the personal guards around Xiao Huan.

"Friend Daoist Qiao, the young master invites you."

The Xiao family guard had an expression on his face that said, "Look, he's really here."

Qiao Wan glanced at the other party, did not resist, silently picked up the sword and walked away with these people.

When he arrived in front of the tent, he paused for a moment before opening the tent curtain.

As soon as I walked into the tent, I immediately saw the emaciated man in the tent.

Lu Pi gave her a cold look and led her out of the tent.

After a period of silence, Lu Bihan finally spoke, without asking Xiao Jingzhou or Xiao Huan.

"I will take you back to Yuqing Peak first."

Qiao Wan tightened her grip on the sword: "I want to go back to the secret realm."

Lu Bihan glanced at her indifferently, and said coldly, almost in an indifferent and arrogant tone: "Go back with me now."

"After this incident, are you still thinking about joining the fellow practitioners meeting?"

Qiao Wan stood still and bowed politely: "Elder brother, thank you for saving me."

But Fang Lingqing's whereabouts were unknown, and she had to go back.

After saying that, he stopped looking at Lu Bihan's reaction and turned around to leave.

Halfway through, he was suddenly blocked by the Xiao family's guards.

The other party looked guilty: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Qiao."

As soon as he finished speaking, his killer move suddenly appeared! !

A spear was stabbed into the chest!

Prepared for a long time, Qiao Wan took a few steps back, turned her bones into a shield, raised her arms, and resisted the shot. She took one step with subtle footwork and ran for her life! !

It is really impossible for Xiao Huan to let her go!

The news that Fang Lingqing was thrown into the secret realm was indeed just bait to lure her back to the secret realm!

The Xiao family guards behind him were chasing after him. The further they ran, the more eye-catching the gleaming teleportation formation not far away became.

Knowing that taking this step would lead to many murders, Qiao Wan jumped directly into the teleportation array without even thinking about it, and returned to the secret realm of the Immortal Palace!

"Run away?" The Xiao family guards who were chasing them looked at each other, stopped, and then silently took out the arrow: "With this, the hunting begins."