There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone was stunned by the scene before them.
"She... she's dead?" Someone opened the cage, dragged her out, sniffed her breath, and exclaimed.
"You bitch, you're so unlucky that you don't accept my toast!" One of them kicked the girl hard and spat in anger, "It's a pity that there's only this one cauldron today. You've ruined my good mood for nothing!"
Jiang Lao Er squatted down, touched the girl's smooth skin and said sinisterly: "Even if it can't be used as a furnace, this delicate skin and tender flesh can be peeled off and made into a dough human skin drum..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Laoer's hand on the girl suddenly stopped.
The turbid eyes met a pair of phoenix eyes that were as dark as the abyss of hell. For a moment, they flashed purple and were cold.
"She... she's not dead!" someone exclaimed.
The next moment, everyone heard Jiang Lao Er let out a shrill howl: "Ah!! My hand! My hand!!"
Jiang Laoer's hand, which was caressing the girl, was hanging down limply, and the part below the elbow was as soft as if it had no bones. All the bones were actually shattered.
Everyone froze in place for a moment, staring in amazement as the disheveled girl slowly stood up.
The slave girl who had just been so weak, crying and trembling in the cage, now looked like an evil Asura returning from the fire of hell. The blood from her forehead flowed down like a blooming blood-red poppy.
A cold and sinister aura permeated the room, just like the scythe swung by the god of death, making people instinctively fearful.
"You... who are you?"
Just as he finished speaking, a sharp cold light flashed, and with a "crack" sound, a person's neck was broken, his eyes wide open, and he stopped breathing.
"You... don't come over here!"
"Hurry up and call the guards of Taotie Pavilion over!"
The auction inspection room was in chaos. These people were fleeing madly, even forgetting that they were first-level Qi training warriors, and even forgetting that the female slave was still huddled in the cage and being bullied by them.
But who can escape the scythe of death
No!
Everyone only felt a gust of icy cold wind blowing past them. They had no time to react before they felt a sharp pain in their necks and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.
Ten breaths, just ten short breaths, the room was already filled with dead bodies and there was complete silence.
The girl was barefoot, stepping on one of the corpses, with a cold expression and dark eyes, muttering silently: "It's really a scourge that has been left for thousands of years. My Hexi is actually alive again."
***
In the Taotie Pavilion in the capital city of Yanjing, a weak and pitiful female slave was bullied to death. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the gold medal killer of the 21st century - Hexi.
He Xi received all the memories of the original owner the moment he traveled through time.
The original owner was called Nalan Hexi, and unexpectedly had the same name as her.
But unlike the brilliant Hexi, Nalan Hexi was born in the Jinling Kingdom, which advocates martial arts and cultivation. Her father is a famous doctor in the world, but she herself has a useless spiritual root. Not only can she not practice, she also has no talent for studying medicine.
Nalan Hexi's biological mother died soon after giving birth to her. When she was very young, she was banished to a dilapidated courtyard by her stepmother to fend for herself. The evil slaves in the courtyard saw that she had no power and was useless, so they deducted her food, clothing and other expenses, and even often insulted and whipped her, making her live a life worse than that of a slave.
But even so, the Nalan family still didn't let her go. (To be continued)