Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Chapter 157 Murderous Intention

Shen Qiao looked at her. She understood Si Huang Xihua's feelings, but that didn't mean she had to sympathize with her.

"So what if I kill him?" She sneered indifferently, "The evil he committed cannot be undone even if he dies a thousand times."

Si Huang Xihua was irritated by her self-righteous look and immediately rushed forward with his gun, "You are lying!"

Shen Qiao raised his sword to block, but he was only on the defensive and didn't rush to fight back. "Wen Xiaotong colluded with your royal family, secretly experimenting on human lives and harming countless people. Now he's dead like this, it's too light a death."

Si Huang Xihua's attack became more and more fierce, and the tip of the spear almost left an afterimage. Unfortunately, it still failed to hurt Shen Qiao at all, which made her even more angry. She shouted angrily: "You are talking nonsense! Master has never done those things! My royal family is upright and honest, and we are definitely not the sinister people you say we are!!"

"Open and aboveboard? That's ridiculous." Shen Qiao paused in his retreat and finally stopped resisting. Instead, he took the initiative to respond to her shot.

She looked at Si Huang Xihua with a gloomy look, "You don't believe it?"

Si Huang Xihua pressed down the gun with all his strength, also seething with rage. "If this is true, I will commit suicide to apologize!"

"Okay!" Shen Qiao swung his sword to remove her strength, and Si Huang Xihua took back his gun and stood still.

"I have something here that I want you to keep an eye on." Shen Qiao said, taking out the talisman paper that sealed the ghost doll and throwing it in front of the two of them.

The paper talisman fell to the ground, and a sinister aura instantly surged out. Si Huang Xihua was immediately startled and became alert. "This... is this a green ghost?!"

Most of the ghosts that remain in the world of the living are divided into seven levels: "red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple". Red is the highest level of evil spirits, and purple is the lowest level of wandering ghosts.

Above this green ghost is a dangerous ghost that needs to be dealt with in a timely manner.

"Meat... I want to eat meat..." The ghost doll had just been released from the talisman paper and was obviously still dizzy. She turned around and finally looked at Si Huang Xihua, then smiled, "Hehehe... delicious... I love it..."

"Don't you believe me?" Shen Qiao clasped his hands in front of him and leaned against a rock.

"Low-level ghosts also have low-level speech skills. Believe it or not, just ask yourself and you'll know."

Si Huang Xihua glared at her, but also squatted down and grabbed the thing by the scruff of its neck, "Where are you from?"

The ghost doll struggled from her hand and tried to bite her, "I have a family... but it's been destroyed... It's abominable."

Si Huang Xihua frowned, "What is your home like?"

This question made the ghost doll smile even more brightly, "There was so much meat... I ate it all! I'm so full..."

As it spoke, it licked its lips, as if savoring the taste.

The "meat" in the "home".

Si Huang Xihua didn't think these things referred to poultry meat.

"How much...did you eat?" She clenched her fingers.

“Hmm…” The ghost doll couldn’t break free and curled its lips as if unhappy. “So many… I turned them all into ‘me’… We all ate meat together… and ate a room full of bones… Hehehe.”

A room full of...bones...

The imagined scene made her break out in a cold sweat, and her stomach felt sour.

"Why doesn't anyone care about you?!"

The ghost doll was startled by her yelling. This time, it seemed that it hadn't thought of what to say, and simply replied by imitating the previous words: "It's not that we don't care at all. People used to come to visit us frequently, but it's only in the past few years that we haven't seen the immortals for a long time. It can't be helped. The location is not good. Who wants to go through this thankless work of running back and forth?"

Si Huang Xihua's mind was buzzing. She paused for a long time before asking the last question, "Who are these... immortals... you're talking about?"

"Haha..." The ghost doll thought she had scared her with her words. The ghost, who fed on fear, clapped her hands happily. She lowered her voice and spoke slowly, "It's Wen Zong."

A few words exploded in her mind like thunder. Si Huang Xihua dejectedly took a few steps back. The hand that was holding the ghost doll dropped down powerlessly in an instant. The ghost doll took the opportunity to break free and bite her hand.

The severe pain made her unable to recover for a while.

Shen Qiao didn't help, just watched, as if he didn't care even if Si Huang Xihua was eaten up.

"No...impossible..." Si Huang Xihua shook her head in despair and closed her eyes.

"Is it possible that you know it clearly in your heart?" Shen Qiao said indifferently.

"If you still don't believe me, I'll go to your main city and see for myself. The bodies of those twenty-three failed ghosts are now piled in front of the gates of Huacheng! Go ask the residents of Huacheng how they've survived these past few months!"

Si Huang Xihua bit his lip, his eyes red.

The ghost doll had already torn off a layer of flesh on the back of her hand and chewed it happily. The blood had stained the hem of her skirt, but she didn't care at all.

She was powerless to refute this.

A while ago, Wen Zong's outer disciples suddenly fell ill collectively. She checked it out while treating them and found it strange at the time, but the matter was later stabilized and put behind her.

During this period of time, Wen Xiaotong suddenly forbade them to go down the mountain, saying that they had to prepare for the sect competition ten years later.

There was also the Imperial Preceptor who often visited her. She had thought her father valued her so much that he sent people to visit her so often, until she overheard their conversation through the door that time.

Medicine to suppress the insect poison...take it regularly...

She could have continued to live in a beautiful atmosphere as if nothing had happened, but today, Shen Qiao's appearance shattered her fantasy about these facts.

Ghosts...insect poison...

No one told her this, but wasn't she just muddling along?

Her vision blurred and she was brought back to her senses by the sharp pain. The ghost doll had bitten off one of her fingers, and her left hand had been gnawed beyond recognition.

She still had no desire to stop.

dead.

With such a deep sin, she should go and atone.

She laughed while crying, and used her right hand to conjure a gun head and put it against her neck.

when--

The gun tip in his hand was knocked away, and the severe pain on the back of his hand was instantly relieved.

"Coward." Shen Qiao cursed in frustration.

"Heh..." Si Huang Xihua raised his head numbly and looked at Shen Qiao.

"You're right, I deserve to die."

She muttered to herself like a madman, "Master... one life is not enough... I should pay with my own life."

Shen Qiao frowned.

She really wanted to kill Si Huang Xihua, not just because of Wen Zong's messy deeds.

He killed the master just to get rid of the root of the problem.

Shen Qiao has never been a good person. The years of imprisonment by Yun Zhi in her previous life had driven her crazy. Now she has murderous intentions and obviously has no good intentions.

So what if they were members of the royal family? Kill them if you will.

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in her heart intensified a little bit, and the spiritual power between her fingers condensed into a sharp blade and approached step by step.

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."