Han Zhujing gesticulated in the air with his finger, and suddenly he bit his finger and drew a talisman in the air, striking towards Yu Qingyu.
Reflexively, Yu Qingyu smashed out the pestle to resist, and the blood talisman stuck to the pestle, making a "ZiZi" sound.
"Oh...it hurts!" The child's thin and sharp voice sounded in Yu Qingyu's mind.
Yu Qingyu shook his hands, and wiped the blood talisman with his sleeve, but... it was useless.
Yu Qingyu: "..."
Embarrassed, Yu Qingyu threw the pestle into the Lingquan pit he dug in the space.
Han Zhujing looked at Yu Qingyu silently, Yu Qingyu felt his face was burning a bit, and it was embarrassing to have his vest stripped in front of him!
"Cone, why?" Han Zhujing's voice was light, but he could hear a trace of love and hate.
"Cone? What cone?" Yu Qingyu opened his eyes and said nonsense, refusing to admit it.
"In those half a month, I traveled all over the village with a radius of a hundred miles."
Yu Qingyu was silent, what could he do? He is also very desperate!
The elixir given by the weasel suddenly appeared, the thunderstorm during the heavy rain, the time when a large number of villagers died, the time when he appeared at the stop sign at the entrance of the village...
Han Zhujing is a cultivator, and he understands monsters and ghosts very well. As long as he is not stupid, he can draw the conclusion that he is a weasel in the form of a casual deduction.
"Cone, do you think I should kill you?" Han Zhujing's face was distorted for a moment, and his eyes were cold.
Yu Qingyu pulled out the medicine pestle again, the blood talisman on it had been washed away, he waved lightly, "You can't kill me."
Han Zhujing took out a small bell and rang it without saying a word.
Yu Qingyu felt a little dizzy, the bell shone golden in his eyes, and circles of golden patterns kept attacking him.
Yu Qingyu put the pestle back into the space stone, and took out an ordinary sword. The sword glowed with a cold light, as if it had been poisoned, "Xiaojing, I really love you."
"Pfft..." Yu Qingyu reversed his sword tip and stabbed himself in the stomach.
Instead of letting you struggle to kill me or not, I might as well die before you fall in love with me.
"Cone!" Han Zhujing hugged Yu Qingyu's fallen body.
"Yes... I'm sorry." Yu Qingyu closed his eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, and the hand holding the sword slowly dropped.
Suicide like this really hurts! He must die differently next time.
Han Zhujing hugged him silently, until the corpse in his arms turned into that of a weasel, and his tears dripped down.
After a long time, there was a knock on the door.
Han Zhujing opened the door, held Yu Qingyu's body and walked downstairs without looking sideways.
Zichou and Yinmao looked at each other, and followed behind Han Zhujing.
Han Zhujing hugged a dead weasel to the airport.
There was only one thought in his mind, he was going back, he was going to send him back.
It is very difficult to take an animal carcass by plane. Zi Chou and Yinmao did not know how many things they had to do before the airport agreed to let it go.
It was already midnight at this time, and the earliest flight to Cangshan City in the northeast was at 7:00 in the morning.
The sword had been withdrawn long ago, and the wound on the corpse stopped bleeding.
But all the bloodstains on Han Zhujing's clothes turned into black and glowing green marks.
Yu Qingyu's sword was coated with poison, and if this poison was eaten directly or absorbed into the blood, he would die in an instant, even if he smelled the poison, he would die in the end.
It's just that he can live for a longer period of time. Yu Qingyu never thought of letting him live so long alone.
(end of this chapter)