Chapter 1993: Time of death (1) Chapter 1993: Time of death (1) Large waves hit the ship, causing the black ship to shake violently. Coupled with everyone's struggle to escape, it seemed like it was about to flip over.
Song Changqing was still charging forward. However, when he was about to reach the yin corpse, he found that the yin corpse had already turned into powder and drifted away.
The force of his charge was too strong, and he couldn't control himself. With a 'Dong', he slammed into the cabin door.
The sturdy wooden door cracked with a 'Kacha' sound from the impact.
The boat shook violently again, hitting the waves. Coupled with the sound of the water rushing in, the old Taoist priest, who was scared out of his wits, finally regained his consciousness.
“You …”
The yin corpse had already dissipated. The yin Qi that had filled the entire ship had already receded. The danger was over. The old Daoist's hand was still on his waist. He looked at song Qing with an inexplicable look of shock.
She was still standing in the same place, holding a large handful of black silk that looked like a hair.
These things were messy and messy. At a glance, they seemed to be hair that had been cut from a person's head and had been rubbed into a mess.
these black threads are the same as the ones we pulled out from the eyes of the coachman and aunt Wu, right? ” Wang Yao asked.
Song qingxiao spoke slowly as if she didn't see the old Daoist's eyes.
The whistling River wind blew past the boat, ruffling her hair and dress, but it could not move her body.
She lowered her head and her expression was calm and composed, but there was a kind of unfamiliarity that made the old Daoist at a loss.
His lips moved, and his eyes flashed with suspicion and uneasiness. In the end, as if he had thought of something, it turned into great fear.
Qing, Qing Xiao … the old Daoist took a step forward tentatively, his eyes nervous. It was as if he wanted to reach out to pull her, but he was bound by some kind of restraint in his heart. The moment his raised hand had not touched her wrist, it froze in mid-air.
However, he only froze for a moment before he suppressed the fear in his eyes and turned it into determination.
He reached out and grabbed song qingxiao's wrist tightly.
The blood vessels on his wrist under his palm were gently throbbing. His skin was slightly cold, but it was not a chill that would make one tremble in fear.
The old Daoist heaved a sigh of relief almost unconsciously, but because he was panting so fast, he couldn't help but cough.
cough, cough, cough-”
The coughing affected his injuries, causing him to feel a sweet taste in his throat. A stream of blood gushed into his mouth, but he swallowed it back.
cough cough-cough-”
This forced swallowing of blood caused him to cough even more rapidly, and his body trembled. However, he held on to song Qing tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose her if he let go.
Song Qing's gaze fell on his wrist. The back of the old Daoist's hand was thin and the veins were particularly obvious.
Although it was cold because of his injury, it still gave her an indescribable peace of mind, which reminded her of his previous attempt to self-destruct.
“Why?”
She was a little confused, but she was even more unfamiliar with this emotion.
“Master!”
Song Changqing was still in a daze when he heard the old Daoist cough. He stumbled toward the two of them and said, ”
“Are you alright?”
“Ahem, ahem … I'm … I'm fine.”
The old Daoist forced out a smile and shook his head to prevent him from worrying. He reluctantly agreed.
At this time, the other people in the cabin finally recovered from their shock. When they thought of the previous scene, they still had a lingering fear.
“W-what just happened?”
Song Changqing shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Hearing the others 'words, he seemed to remember what had happened earlier. He said angrily, ”
“There's an old woman, sneaky-”
As he said this, he turned around to look for the old woman with the jar.
He saw a short and fat woman trembling badly, crawling towards a place with many people. When he saw this person, he was so angry that his eyes turned red. He strode forward, grabbed her collar, and pulled her up.
“It's her!”
“Aiya, murder!”
The old woman had seen the appearance of the yin corpse with her own eyes and had long been scared out of her wits.
It was not easy for him to escape from death, but Leng wushang was so frightened by this grab that his eyes went blank, and his body twitched as if he was going to faint the next moment.
“Enough, evergreen.” When the old Daoist heard the old woman's scream, he couldn't help but hold his chest and gasp, ”
“Let her go.”
Chapter end
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