—Agreed
Does it mean that I don’t have to die
Wang Jian thought a little confusedly.
Yuan Yuxue lowered his head slightly. He had put away his Hongmeng sword that could kill countless ghosts and monsters, with the blade facing inward, hanging loosely at his waist.
The long, black eyelashes were trembling slightly.
The emotion in Yuan Yuxue's eyes was perfectly concealed by his extremely long and dense eyelashes, and he seemed to be reciting something in a low voice.
That was the spell that Jie Zhouyan once taught him.
In fact, it stands to reason that anyone who is not dead can absolutely not hear the sound of Yuan Yuxue chanting at this time, but at a certain moment, both Wang Jian and other players seemed to vaguely hear the sound with a very mysterious rhythm.
It sounded like someone was reciting a poem—a very gentle voice with a hint of coldness and clarity.
It sounds very nice, like a song, but it certainly doesn't sound like singing.
In this extremely mysterious rhythm, they saw a vague shadow floating out of the briefcase.
Her feet seemed to still be attached to the scarlet corpses.
It can be seen that she is not very tall and looks a little thin, so it is easy to guess in my heart -
Is this the little girl
Originally, her feet were unable to leave the corpses, but her figure slowly rose up, and at a certain moment, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Slowly dissipated.
The coldness that had been spreading around me seemed to stop at that moment.
Wang Jian just felt his whole body tremble.
He felt as if he had just taken a hot shower. He could only feel his blood flowing, carrying the temperature of a living person, and every inch of his skin was slightly hot.
Wang Jian didn't feel that uncomfortable at first. But compared with the feeling now, it was like returning to the world again.
Wang Jian also understood in his heart that this was probably a sign of escaping bad luck. He no longer had to worry about when he would be killed by ghosts, and whether his family would be implicated and end up in a bad way.
The Broken Hongmeng that was originally half-held in Yuan Yuxue's hand had disappeared invisibly.
Number Three looked at him with a little awareness, and naturally thought that it was probably Yuan Yuxue's talent... but the abilities he possessed seemed to be more than he had imagined.
"It's okay." Yuan Yuxue said.
His voice at this moment was even deeper and colder than usual, as if he had just spoken a long time ago, and there was a hint of fatigue that was hardly noticeable.
Wang Jian nodded vigorously. Tears began to fall unconsciously again, and he could only thank her in a very unoriginal way, "Thank you, thank you!"
It's not dark yet, so it's not convenient to leave the hotel.
According to employee management regulations, Yuan Yuxue and the others should return to the staff dormitory now.
Yuan Yuxue's eyes fell on the briefcase which was now soaked in blood and scattered with countless body parts, and she suggested whether to leave the briefcase with him first - thinking that this time, the bag would not be lost again.
Wang Jian thought about it, but still refused.