Slide 759
A black shadow rushed over. Before Ning Shu could react, a silk thread was wrapped around his neck, and the black shadow tightened the tough silk thread tightly from behind.
Ning Shu grasped the silk thread tightly with both hands, the silk thread was pulled into the joints, deep into the flesh, and still being pulled into the flesh. Ning Shu felt that his hand bones were about to be strangled by the silk thread.
It's so painful.
Ning Shu didn't dare to let go even if it hurt any more. When he let go, his neck was suffering from such pain. Like Mei Ziqing lying on the ground, half of his neck was cut off by silk threads.
The two bodies are close to each other, and the ears can even feel the heat from the breath behind them, and the smell of fragrant sticks mixed with the biting cold wind rushes into her nostrils.
"Ahem..." Ning Shu coughed and said with difficulty: "Zhang Jiasen, it must be you."
The hand holding the silk thread paused for a while, but once again increased its strength, the silk thread went deep into the flesh and blood dripped on the ground.
The imminent death made Ning Shu's hair stand up, fearful and desperate.
Ning Shu's face flushed, and she lifted her foot to step on the foot of the person behind her, but was put on her calf with one foot, and she suddenly felt distressed.
It took only one day to come into this world, and there was no time to practice peerless martial arts. Three people died in one day, and there was no time to rest at all.
Now that he is at a disadvantage, he doesn't even have a chance to resist.
From beginning to end, the people behind him did not speak, but Ning Shu clearly felt that he was a man. One was the strength, and the other was the angle of the neck. If it was higher than her, the silk thread would rise slightly, causing the angle to be a problem.
With a "creak", the sound of opening the window sounded abruptly, and Ning Shu turned his head with red eyes and looked towards the second floor.
There is a faint light in the room, and a black figure is standing at the window, Ning Shu coughs violently, uncle, help!
The person behind did not run immediately, but increased his strength, strenuously, and the silk thread immediately plunged deeper into the palm of the palm.
The uncle drew the gun from his waist and fired a shot at Ning Shu's back. With a puff, the person behind Ning Shu fell to the place.
His body twitched twice and there was no breath.
Ning Shu suddenly fell on the snow, and before she had time to rejoice, a voice spread into her soul, "No matter what kind of grievances and feuds you have, you will all be wiped out in this task."
"I..." Ning Shu watched as the uncle held a black barrel and fired a shot at herself. It seemed that her body was fixed by some force, and she didn't have the power to move it.
Silent power rushed into her forehead.
Ning Shu suddenly felt a huge force explode in her soul, to annihilate her soul, and the power of the amulet protected Ning Shu.
The pain in the soul made Ning Shu sweat profusely, and when he woke up, the soul was still in tearing pain.
There was a sweat on her body, and when the cold wind blew, Ning Shu shivered, got up from the ground and turned over the man's corpse to take a look.
It really was Zhang Jiasen.
His uncle, Ning Shu almost cried out of grievances, she was almost killed, and this would be wiped out again. If it wasn't for the upgraded amulet, she would have to wait for the death of this time and restart the plot. .
The feeling of being obliterated scared Ning Shu to pee, completely annihilated, desperate and painful.
Zhang Jiasen is a bitch who harms others and is disadvantageous to oneself.
Ning Shu viciously kicked Zhang Jiasen's body on the ground, and ran softly into the hall.
The fire in the brazier in the hall had been extinguished, and Ning Shu sat on the bench and put his hands on the table.
With blood dripping with his hands, a silk thread fell into the flesh, and the scarlet flesh flew up and down, Ning Shu carefully took out the silk thread.
This thread is very thin, but very tough. Where did Zhang Jiasen come from? If Zhang Jiasen is possessed by the original owner, then this person is also suspect.
Zhang Jiasen used silk thread to deal with her.
I knew that Zhang Jiasen would retaliate against him, and wanted to kill himself by fishing in troubled waters.
Ning Shu took the silk thread out, and the blood was pouring out. Fortunately, he exchanged medicine before entering the mission.
Ning Shu sprinkled the powder on the wound and wrapped it with gauze, but both hands were injured. It was particularly inconvenient to wrap the gauze.
"Quah." The door of the room next to the hall opened. Xiaolan touched the wall and walked out. She moved her nose and asked, "You are injured."
Ning Shu gave a hum, Xiaolan stretched out her hand, touched the table and sat down, and asked, "How did you get hurt, are you alone?"
Ning Shu watched Xiaolan staring straight at a place, her eyes were not focused, she was clearly talking to herself, but she looked to the other side.
"One more died." Ning Shu looked at Xiaolan's expression.
Xiaolan just pursed her lips, her reaction was dull, Ning Shu couldn't help asking, "You are not afraid."
Xiao Lan shook her head, "I can't see, I can't feel, I can't see beautiful things, and also isolate the scary things."
"I know someone has died, but I can't feel scared." Xiaolan said honestly.
Ning Shu didn't know what to say, Xiaolan couldn't see, and didn't even know how many people there were. She didn't feel one or two people missing.
However, many people died in the family, and they were not afraid, but they were quite heart-minded.
Ning Shu took the anti-inflammatory medicine and took it, fearing that she might get tetanus.
Xiaolan asked Ning Shu: "Are you seriously injured?"
"Fortunately, I can't die." Ning Shu said carelessly.
"Grandma said to let you go tomorrow, saying that you provoke the evil spirits. If you die, we will also be affected." Xiaolan said.
Ning Shu pursed her lips and said nothing.
The cold wind outside the house became more rampant, and it shook, and the cold wind blew into the house through the cracks in the door and the wall, and it was cold into the bone marrow.
Ning Shu saw that Xiaolan was wearing little, and said, "Go to sleep, it's quite cold."
"Thank you." Xiao Lan stood up, reaching out and groping.
"Did you not go to the hospital to see your eyes?" Ning Shu asked aloud.
Xiaolan touched the wall and said, "There is no money at home."
Ning Shu looked at the table of pineapple flowers. This thing is valuable. This is not the place where pineapple flowers are produced. Moreover, these pieces of pineapple flowers have been put together to form a table, which is estimated to be a large tree for hundreds of years.
This is really a problem for grandparents.
Selling this table is enough for them to go to the hospital.
Ning Shu changed the medicine twice and it was very cold in the hall. Mei Ziqing was dead, and there was not even a person to talk to.
Ning Shu put the two benches together and sat cross-legged on the bench and began to practice peerless martial arts.
If she was a little bit rebellious in the matter just now, she wouldn't be held back by Zhang Jiasen's neck. How important it is to have the ability to protect herself.
The uncle used a gun to kill people mercilessly, and he didn't even listen to an explanation. She didn't have enough power, and the other party didn't bother to listen to an ant's explanation.
(End of this chapter)