Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Youbi opened her mouth and was about to say something when a strong force came from behind her and she was kicked to the ground by Changqing.

Changqing looked at the sticky blood on the ice blade he pulled out expressionlessly, and stabbed Youbi at his feet again.

The previous blow should have pierced her heart, but considering the woman's weirdness, Changqing thought it would be safer to stab her a few more times.

What if her heart is on the right side? What if she has two or three hearts? It's always better to be careful.

If possible, he didn't want to kill Youbi.

After all, she has a way to resist the influence of the holy meat. If he spends more time and energy on her, maybe Changqing can find a way to confront Ling Yuwenyong head-on.

But now he must kill Youbi.

Regardless of the fact that this woman said she would report his identity as a blood mage to the Netherworld Department.

Even if this woman didn't say it, Changqing would kill her.

He is an evil man, and this woman is the Netherworld. They are irreconcilable positions. If she discovered his secret, he must not let her live.

Unfortunately, he still knows too little about her.

Pain... She identified her identity through pain, and she feeds on pain. If it happens again, can he deceive her? He has to find out where the so-called pain in his body comes from...

While thinking, Chang Qing circled around Youbi on the ground, leaving blood holes on the ice blade in his hand one after another, until a large pool of blood flowed out from under Youbi.

He stabbed randomly, just to imitate Youbi's body to be killed by the flesh and blood shot by the monster.

"Wait... wait..."

Youbi, who was lying down, suddenly made a faint sound again. Chang Qing was shocked. He didn't expect that her vitality was still very strong. Just when he was about to poke Youbi's head, Youbi's hand grabbed Chang Qing's ankle.

She seemed to have used up all her strength, but she said something that Chang Qing found a little unexpected.

"You haven't finished the demonstration yet... Tell me... How did you..."

I didn't expect that when her life was about to end, she still cared about this matter.

"Puff".

Chang Qing didn't have the extra leisure to answer her question, he decisively poked her head.

But when the knife went down, he frowned.

It wasn't because of regret, he was not the kind of idiot who would say stupid things like "hehehe" and "you are so naive" in this situation.

He just felt that the feeling from the ice blade was a little strange.

Chang Qing had killed many people, and the feeling of the skull breaking was not like this.

When Youbi's head was poked by him, it was like being inserted into a pile of hay, without any obstruction.

Chang Qing hesitated for a moment and wanted to lift the hood that Youbi had been wearing to find out, but he immediately gave up this plan.

He still remembered that when Youbi treated Ah Xiu, she blinded Ah Xiu's eyes before putting her face to Ah Xiu's face.

Maybe there was something strange about her head or face, there was no need to take risks for such unnecessary curiosity.

He had to dismember Youbi's body quickly and fake it to be the same as the broken limbs and arms swallowed by the holy meat.

Changqing did not use the ice blade this time, which would leave obvious cuts. In order to fake it enough, Changqing used all his strength to punch Youbi's body and smashed it into several pieces.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he felt a trance. Although Youbi had cured some of his injuries, his spiritual power and blood energy were still weak. The few punches just now also exhausted his strength.

But now is not the time to rest. Changqing had to quickly collect Youbi's body and mix it into the pile of broken limbs and arms left after the flesh monster collapsed.

Just as he squatted down and was about to collect the body, his body suddenly tensed up and he stood up hesitantly.

It was because he found that the part of Youbi's head covered by the black hood collapsed.

It was as if there was a large piece of empty space in her head.

Chang Qing immediately became alert. He clearly remembered that he did not smash Youbi's head with his fist!

Could this head fly away out of thin air?

In an instant, he thought about a lot.

This woman was too weird, and Chang Qing could not relax his vigilance.

Could the missing piece of head be her means of survival?

If just now, she took advantage of his inattention to keep her consciousness and memory in her head, and then cut off her head to survive.

If she survived, he would be in danger.

Such a thing is not impossible. Dan Ji could have done it at the beginning.

Chang Qing changed his mind and found the missing part of Youbi.After he got the head of Youbi, he would smash the woman into mud, otherwise he would not be at ease.

He suddenly lifted up the black robe that Youbi had been wearing, which had been tattered by him,

along with the black hood that had been covering her face.

Now, he finally saw Youbi's true face.

But what Changqing saw under the hood made him fall into deep doubt and confusion.

He finally understood why he could only vaguely see Youbi's mouth under the hood when he talked to Youbi before.

Because she only had a mouth.

Looking up from the bottom, you can see her slender white neck, sharp chin, and rosy cherry mouth.

Then, there was nothing, because there was nothing above.

Above her lips, there was only a flat piece of flesh and blood, which seemed to be still wriggling slightly. If you really want to compare it with something, you can only say that her head is like a flower pot.

But the flowers on it are gone.

Chang Qing was very sure that he had just poked her head with the ice blade. It was a poke, not a cut. Such a smooth wound was definitely not caused by him before.

Where did the missing half of Youbi's head go?

Chang Qing was about to continue to search carefully, but suddenly froze in place.

He couldn't move.

It was not a physical inability, nor a mental unwillingness, but an inability to move in the real sense.

Time seemed to be still in front of him.

A dark sun was rising from the horizon.

It seemed to be a life higher than the flesh, casting a contemptuous look with its fixed black light that did not exist in reality.

Chang Qing seemed to be able to see the endless worms, black, twisted, and chaotic lines, floating in the air where he was, and constantly rushing towards his body.

In that black sun, there were countless spots, like dark eyes, infinitely far away, yet close to Chang Qing's face.

Were they... melon seeds?

Chang Qing couldn't move, couldn't understand, and couldn't resist, but this was different from the crazy and confused feeling he had when the holy flesh eroded him.

This was a peaceful and great feeling, which made Chang Qing clearly feel that he, as a tiny individual, was creating and living in the reality he created.

It was not a black sun, he finally recognized it.

It was a lotus flower wrapped around his face.

But he couldn't do anything. The flower grew bigger and bigger in his eyes until it occupied his entire mind.

Its consciousness was extremely simple, so simple that Chang Qing couldn't understand it anymore, and it occupied more and more.

Flower, flower, flower, flower, flower.

This was a blasphemy against reason.

Then Chang Qing finally chose to be free in the extreme simplicity, leaving only a shell, and his body finally began to be taken over by another thing.

Under the moonlight, a silent ripple spread in the air, and then a horizontal red thread appeared on Chang Qing's face.

Half of his head fell to the ground, and a sun-turning lotus, wrapped in dark vines, slowly drilled into his body.

In his mind, the dark clock started to turn again.