On our wedding night, my husband changed!

In a dark and dull room somewhere, there was a bloated man, with his lower body tied in a horse stance, his hands raised, dripping with sweat, as if he was struggling to hold something up.

But looking from the outside, the man's hands were nothing but air.

And for some reason, the man's hands would bleed even when he was holding the air. Dots of blood flowed from the man's hands and dripped onto the concrete floor.

Looking at the man's room, there was no sunlight, and the only window was blocked by curtains. The furnishings in the room couldn't be more simple, including a single bed, some daily necessities, and a desk with candles and incense. The small space of less than twenty square meters has been filled with just a few items on the table.

As for the wall, there is no space, it is completely surrounded by a girl's photo.

If Ling Xiao were here, he would definitely recognize this space as the residence of the workers at their construction site, and having such an independent residence meant that he was no ordinary casual worker.

"Little girl, there are two moments. In this case, don't blame me. If it affects me, you will have no choice but to die!"

"Whoever gets in the way of my revenge will die!"

"Taste my sword sealing your throat!"

The man had long felt the pain in his hands, but the blood was like a beast stimulating his body. In the dim room, the man's expression became ferocious, looking extremely terrifying.

Then, as if the man had been injected with chicken blood, his right hand suddenly turned black, so black that it became rotten, and the blood flowing out was black. The whole arm seemed to be corroded, exposing the white bones inside. It is estimated that this arm I can’t have it anymore.

The man seemed to feel no pain, and smiled ferociously. As if he felt something, he threw out the supporting "air" with his left hand, freeing his hand and allowing his body to stand upright.

Immediately afterwards, the man used only one left hand. I don't know what evil method was used. The entire right hand became vaguely sharp, like a long knife with a hole, thrust straight into the sky.

It's just that this man has no spiritual power, and unlike Feng Xi, he can form seals at any time. He needs a two-minute buffer to seal his throat with his sword.

It was also because of this that he could only peek like a mouse, standing behind and doing some small tricks.

At the same time, on the other side, in the center of the construction site, where Feng Xi set up his formation.

Qin Wanyu was asking about the last resentful soul. Unexpectedly, this resentful soul didn't know what happened. It was as if he had been beaten. The power he didn't know where came from broke through the shackles of Hongxiang and was about to pounce on Qin Wanyu.

"Qin Wanyu, run!"

Feng Xi had been paying attention to Qin Wanyu's movements out of the corner of his eye. When he saw this, he immediately shouted at Qin Wanyu.

Qin Wanyu didn't expect it at all and subconsciously backed away, but how could he be faster than the disembodied resentful soul?

Seeing this, Feng Xi couldn't care less about the situation in front of her. She was the only one here who could deal with these things. Feng Xi could only withdraw her formation, turned around and rushed towards Qin Wanyu. She quickly gathered her spiritual power with her right hand and hit Qin Wanyu directly. Pounce on the resentful soul.

Qin Wanyu looked at Feng Xi and drove a purple resentful soul into the ground like a carrot head. Then he didn't know what was painted on the head of the resentful soul to prevent him from getting out.

After doing all this, Feng Xi's temper couldn't help but turned to Qin Wanyu and let it out.

"What are you doing? Didn't I ask you to stand behind? Why are they poking at them when they have nothing to do? These are resentful spirits. Do you think they are sculptures? If it were not trapped by the formation, the evil spirit and erosion on their bodies would be enough to make a normal person I’m bedridden, please, can you give the resentful soul some face?”