There were a dozen or so strong men in this line, all holding hoes, kitchen knives and other items for self-defense.
Peiyu didn't rush forward.
She turned around and got into the thick blood mist, and ran to Hua Niang.
Hua Niang's body was trembling uncontrollably, the nails in her hands were sharp like knives, and the festered skin was slowly recovering.
"Have you become a wandering corpse?" Peiyu thought to herself.
Corpse puppets also have ranks. The lowest rank is walking corpses, followed by crawling corpses, walking corpses, wandering corpses, lying corpses, and living corpses. The king of the dead is called the corpse king.
Hua Niang only stayed in this blood mist for a day, and she had already evolved from a walking corpse to a walking corpse equivalent to the fourth level of Qi training. Of course there was a reason for this, but no matter what, the speed was still too fast.
Peiyu squatted down and put her hand on the top of Huaniang's head, a gleam of red flashed in her clear eyes.
The blood atomized into wisps of red threads, pouring in from the seven orifices of Huaniang's nose and mouth.
She slightly retracted her jaw, and said lightly: "Using my surname and your name, let's go!"
Hua Niang stood up straight, and several spells fell from her back in response.
Peiyu put her hands behind her back and said, "Follow me."
Hua Niang slowly followed behind the child. Her walking posture was slightly stiff, her hands and feet never bent, like a puppet being manipulated by strings.
But much better than before.
Sui Han stopped suddenly and lowered his head.
"Han'er, what's the matter?" the village chief asked.
Sui Han raised her hand, "Look." On the back of her hand, there was a drop of blackened dirty blood.
The village chief frowned, "Are you injured?"
Sui Han shook his head, looking at the rolling mist, his complexion became paler and paler.
Drip drip.
Such a voice rang in their ears. The village head looked up blankly.
The red-black blood mist was like a oppressive dark cloud, and thick, foul blood dripped from the mist, splashing his head and face.
"This, what the hell is this!"
There was blood running across everyone's face. They wiped away the cold and ominous liquid in a panic, their horrified cries were suppressed in their throats, and their uneasiness quickly spread.
"Don't be afraid." The village chief tried to maintain his composure, "Go out slowly according to the original arrangement."
The blood rain was getting bigger and bigger, all the torches were doused out, and the land was dyed crimson.
With each step, long and thin blood threads will be pulled out. The resistance on the feet is getting bigger and bigger, but the blood fog is still boundless.
Finally someone couldn't help it, sat on the ground and cried out in despair, "What the hell is this place! Wow! I'm not leaving!"
A cold light flashed in the village chief's eyes, "Shut up! You will provoke the corpse puppets!"
That person has already collapsed, how can he think so much, and he is still crying.
The village head quickly walked up to the man, slipped the dagger out of his sleeve, raised his hand and cut off his neck, and then said coldly: "Who wants to die and run out by himself! Don't drag everyone to be buried with him!"
Perhaps because of the rain of blood, the mist gradually thinned, and faint starlight leaked in, making it barely possible to see.
When everyone saw this scene, they all trembled and walked forward bravely.
The blood rained torrentially, and the clouds were like smoke.
The thin child came slowly out of the rain.
Xue Yu seemed to avoid her side consciously. She was dressed in a light cotton robe with white sleeves and a specially cut emerald green feather cloak. Her shoulder-length short hair was untied and hung around her side, making her face paler and her eyes clearer.
This situation was so weird that it was terrifying.
Everyone's eyes widened, and they didn't dare to vent their breath, as if seeing something incredible.
It was as if an ant at their feet had suddenly grown into a beast that could devour them.
The village chief secretly clenched the small mirror in his sleeve, forced a smile and said, "Silly girl, why are you here?"
Peiyu raised her head and looked at him quietly. After a long time, she asked softly, "Who is that monk who broke my mother's soul?"
"what are you saying… "
A cold light flashed, and the flower viewing environment fell silently to the ground.
The village head screamed, looking at the right hand pierced by the knife, his mouth was trembling, his face was as white as paper.
"you you."
Sui Han called out in a crisp voice: "Don't be afraid, she is just an ordinary person, she is just playing tricks, let's subdue her together..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a blood-red figure jumped out from behind Peiyu and rushed towards everyone in Sui's family.
All of a sudden, the crowd became chaotic, desperate wailing and screams sounded one after another, and broken hands and legs flew around in the sky, like a hell on earth.
Sui Han stared straight at the woman who was killing all directions in the crowd, it was obvious that Hua Niang was already dead, why? Why
"You are an evil cultivator!" Her shoulders trembled because of fear, and her phoenix eyes lost the usual look of a proud girl of heaven, "You secretly practiced sorcery!"
Peiyu ignored it.
Step by step, she walked from the bloody rain of corpses.
The white clothes are like snow, spotless.
"I said," she pulled the small knife from the village chief's palm, without changing her face, "who broke my mother's soul?"
The sharp pain from his right hand made the village chief's mind go blank for an instant, and he couldn't help screaming: "Ahhh!"
His hands were as pale as paper, and blood gurgled from the lifeless fingertips and fell into the bright red soil.
Peiyu tilted her head, watching all this with great interest, with a childish look on her face, "Don't tell me, don't you know? Then I have to..." She raised the knife in her hand.
The village chief knelt down at her feet and shouted, "I say it! I say it!"
"Daddy!" Sui Han hurriedly called out.
But the village chief confessed everything, "It's Han'er, his senior brother, the son of Elder Zhang Li, Zhang Ru! This has nothing to do with me. I said it's fine to send your mother away. He insists on breaking her soul away!" ! I blocked it!"
Peiyu nodded and said politely, "Thank you."
After speaking, he did not put down the knife in his hand.
The village head opened his eyes wide, "You can't kill me, I'm your father..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was stabbed in the throat with a knife, and in the end he only let out a rapid breathing sound.
"Do it again, I won't listen to your nonsense again." Peiyu turned her head to look at Suihan. The girl who was always held up in the sky had lost her original pride at this moment, and she was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, shivering and shrinking back.
"You, you have killed so many people, my master, my master's soul summoner will definitely find you!" She tried to threaten Shura who was wearing the skin of a child in front of her.
Peiyu laughed lowly as if hearing something funny, "Yes, you don't know, people who die in the blood mist have no soul."
Their corpses will turn into puppets, and their souls will be directly absorbed by the blood mist and become its nourishment.
"Okay, it's your turn." Peiyu walked slowly towards the girl.
Hua Niang had slaughtered all those people, and followed her stiffly.
Peiyu lowered her head, looked down at the desperate girl, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. My sister."
My good half-sister.
The author has something to say: I changed it a bit, and I think the sentence about controlling the corpse is too mediocre... Although it is also very mediocre now orz
Then, regarding Peiyu’s character, I divided her into 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, and now it is 3.0. Her character and the reasons for her formation will be laid out slowly. I hope everyone will be interested in reading it.