Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui also noticed this, he looked at Jiang Wuqi, saw Jiang Wuqi nod his head slightly, and asked Songhan again: "How did your husband die?"

"How did my husband die?" Song Han was puzzled, "I actually forgot how my husband died."

The tribute in her hand was scattered all over the ground, but she ignored it at all, and only pressed her temples desperately. After a while, she smiled sweetly and said, "How could my husband die?"

Before the words fell to the ground, she looked sad again: "My husband is dead? No, my husband will not die!"

"Your husband has indeed passed away." Feng Rugui pointed to the tombstone and said, "This is your husband's tombstone. Since your husband's tombstone is here, he must have passed away."

"Husband's tombstone?" Song Han followed Feng Rugui's expectations, stared for a moment, then rushed to the tombstone, knelt down, hugged the tombstone and cried.

After crying for a long time, while she was digging the grave with her bare hands, she kept muttering: "He will definitely not die."

Her husband must have been dead for a long time, the tomb was extremely hard, in a short while, her fingertips were cut open, and blood spewed out again.

Her blood immediately stained the weeds in the tomb red, and the weeds were emerald green, stained by blood, dazzlingly gorgeous.

Feng Rugui suddenly realized what happened, and walked lightly to Jiang Wuqi's side, and then whispered into Jiang Wuqi's ear, "If this Songhan is really the husband who misses and worships her every day, how can he let the weeds grow? A grave full of graves? How could she be so distraught that she even went to dig up the corpse, but if what she said was not true, then who set up this tombstone?"

Jiang Wuqi replied in a low voice: "There are two possibilities: first, this is an illusion that is all false, nothing that actually happened, and there is no logic at all; second, this Songhan is unconscious and talking nonsense. language."

While the two were talking, Song Han's face turned pale from the pain, but let alone the corpse, even the coffin was not visible.

Song Han's ten fingers had exposed her white phalanges, and her knees kneeling on the ground were also worn out by the rough ground, slowly oozing blood. She was wearing a water-colored skirt, Not long after, the fabric of the wide sleeves and knees was already scarlet.

But she didn't seem to feel any pain at all, just digging the dirt with her fingers.

After about an hour or so, the black-painted coffin lid was finally exposed, she carefully brushed off the mud remaining on it with trembling hands, and then tried to open the coffin lid but failed.

According to the custom, after the body and burial objects are properly placed, the coffin lid must be nailed to death with seven "tightening nails", also known as "children's nails".

The lid of the coffin was naturally "nailed", how could it be opened with her strength.

She knocked on the coffin lid until her hands were bloody, but the coffin lid did not move at all.

She was so anxious that she couldn't help crying bitterly, but the crying lasted only for a snap of her fingers, she stopped crying, and said to Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi: "You wait for a ghost, people and ghosts have different paths, how could you get mixed up in this place?" one place?"

This Song Han was mourning unbearably for a moment, and smiled in the next moment, which is really weird, and hearing that Song Han pointed out that he is a ghost, Feng Rugui immediately concluded that there must be another soul hidden in Song Han's body, and this soul is absolutely amazing All Extraordinary.

Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's left palm, kneaded it a few times, and then replied shyly: "I am in love with the Taoist priest, we are inseparable, we should be together."

Jiang Wuqi knew that Feng Rugui was trying to confuse Song Han, so he said this, so he agreed, "It's just as Rugui said."

It was the first time that Feng Rugui heard Jiang Wuqi calling him as if he was home, even though there was no affection in his tone, his heart still skipped a beat unavoidably.

"Song Han is indeed right. One of you is a sinner who loves women's clothing, and the other is a Taoist priest who is obsessed with women." "Song Han" somehow conjured a Luopa embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks. Come, cover your lips and smile, "Song Han doesn't like you, I have received Song Han's great favor, so I will get rid of you for her."

"You received Song Han Tianda's favor, and as a reward, did you take her body?" Feng Rugui asked sharply, and at the same time slapped "Song Han" on the face with his palm.

"Song Han" retreated, dodging Feng Rugui's palm, but there was another dust whisk approaching behind him.

She accidentally entangled her left palm with the whisk, and the whisk became tighter and tighter, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She didn't have time to think about it, and broke the left palm as soon as she raised her hand, and let the flesh and flesh of the left palm be cut and connected by the whisk.

From this point of view, this "Song Han" didn't cherish this body at all, the so-called wanting to get rid of Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi for the original body was clearly a matter of appearance, the reason why "Song Han" wanted to get rid of them must have some other purpose.

Jiang Wuqi looked at the left palm carefully, and found nothing abnormal, but something happened to the left palm, so he drew a spell on the left palm to fix it, and then placed the left palm in the middle of a clump of grass, Then he flew towards "Songhan".

After "Songhan" lost his left palm, he touched a pinellia three-leaf plant on the ground with the tip of his toe, and reached the top of a grave.

Then, she looked down at the oncoming ghosts, and with a shake of her right hand, a string of silver bells wrapped around her wrist rang crisply.

The crisp sound was still lingering in my ears, the 53-[-] mounds in the cemetery were all loosened up, the soil immediately slid down, and in the blink of an eye, [-] corpses crawled out of it.

There are only white bones left in each of them, and 21 of them are covered with black bugs, which is creepy.

Seeing this, Feng Rugui flipped his fingers and called out the red silk, which swept across the 53 corpses and cut them off neatly.

However, those corpses could reassemble themselves, and it would be futile for him to hack and chop.

——Then the only way to trap the corpse is in the tomb.

Thinking like this, Feng Rugui struck the ground with his palm, and the half-open tomb closed itself. Most of the corpses that climbed out had their feet pinched off, and only the heads of the corpses were chopped off. Most of them had their heads broken, and most of them were broken down the middle.

In front of him, none of the corpses were complete, but there were hundreds of broken parts.

Those corpses crazily pieced together their own parts, and they barely had all their limbs, before rushing towards Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi didn't get entangled with the corpse, and broke through the corpse all the way, a hundred steps away from "Songhan".

"Song Han" was sitting on the top of the tomb with his hands on his chin, seeing Jiang Wuqi, he wasn't surprised, he just said in embarrassment: "But I underestimated you, I planned to keep you as a whole corpse, why are you don't want?"

Before Jiang Wuqi got close, "Songhan"'s lips and teeth trembled, and in an instant, the ghostly aura was overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun.

"Song Han" pointed to Jiang Wuqi, then pointed to Feng Rugui and said, "They are the ones who killed you and others."

Hearing these words, these corpses rushed towards each ghost even more scrambling.

These corpses are full of tragic deaths, with a ghostly aura, which is difficult to deal with.

Feng Rugui was almost bitten to the shoulder, and stepped back a little, but his feet were pinched by the corpse with only the upper body.

More corpses took the opportunity to pounce on him, and he couldn't dodge, and was buried with the snap of his fingers.

Jiang Wuqi hurried to rush to push the corpse away with his fly whisk, but he was also entangled in the corpse, two fists were no match for four hands, that's how it is.

After pulling away a few fragmented corpses, Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes were exposed. Feng Rugui suddenly saw that Jiang Wuqi's cheek was bitten by the corpse, and couldn't help but tear his eyes.

"Jiang Wuqi, stay away from me..." He took a deep look at Jiang Wuqi, and threw Jiang Wuqi over with force.

Afterwards, he bit the tip of his tongue and muttered silently.

Jiang Wuqi didn't know what Feng Rugui's plans were up to, so he stood up, but he saw Feng Rugui's eyes were scarlet, blood was on the corners of his lips, and he was haunted by a ghostly aura.

Feng Rugui is a thousand-year-old evil spirit, the ghost aura of all the corpses present in one place is less than one-thousandth of his ghost aura, as soon as his ghost aura comes out, all the corpses bow their heads and kneel immediately.

Feng Rugui stroked the corpses one by one slowly, and the corpses he stroked turned into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye and scattered with the wind.

Seeing this situation, "Songhan" yelled in his heart that he was not good, and immediately cast a magic spell, displaying all kinds of inhumane death scenes in front of the corpse over and over again.

The corpses mistakenly thought that they were killed by Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi, and died miserably. The anger was raging, and the anger overwhelmed the pressure Feng Rugui exerted, so they were no longer under Feng Rugui's control.

Jiang Wuqi thought for a while, and knew that the soul hidden in Song Han's body was probably the wormwood. Otherwise, why would "Song Han" cast a spell and be controlled by Feng Rugui's ghostly coercion? It will be out of control in an instant, and the resentment will be thick.

Apparently, the wormwood demon cast an illusion on those corpses. The illusion can arouse such strong resentment in the corpses. Their kinsmen practice cruelty.

In connection with the wormwood used as an introduction in the previous double illusion, Jiang Wuqi did not believe that mortals could exert the effect of wormwood to such an extent that it could only be wormwood cultivated to become a demon.

Feng Rugui had already been injured in several places, Jiang Wuqi was afraid that Feng Rugui would be injured again, so he moved to protect Feng Rugui, then raised his voice towards "Song Han" and said: "Your original body is bitter. Wormwood?"

"Song Han" was stunned when Jiang Wuqi's identity was exposed, but he listened to Jiang Wuqi's persuasion: "You can cultivate your soul, so why bother to degenerate yourself? If you don't do evil things and concentrate on cultivation, you will spend a lot of time. Then you can become a fairy."

"Are you going to become a fairy?" "Song Han" rubbed the silver bell on his wrist, and said sharply, "God has no eyes, how could he give me the chance to become a fairy?"

Jiang Wuqi took advantage of "Songhan"'s unsteady mind, and approached her, the whisk wrapped her neck loosely, and said, "Release the illusion."

"Release the illusion?" "Song Han" came back to his senses and sneered, "This body is not mine, you can kill it if you want, it's too stupid to threaten me with this."

Jiang Wuqi said with a good-tempered smile: "Since that's the case, why are you talking nonsense with the poor? You might as well get out of this body as soon as possible."

"Song Han" felt terrified, but Jiang Wuqi's voice pierced into his ears again, hitting his cochlea word by word: "I guess you have to rely on this body to survive, so you better hurry up." Let go of the illusion."

"Song Han" came up with a plan, pretending to take back the illusion, but weaved an illusion of Feng Rugui piercing through the heart with a group of corpses for Jiang Wuqi.

It's a pity that she didn't get what she wanted, Jiang Wuqi had already taken precautions, a strand of horse hair in the dust whisk sealed "Song Han"'s tongue in time.

"Songhan" wanted to speak but couldn't, he couldn't cast the illusion, and he couldn't move his neck, so he had to make a cute gesture and wrote in the void with his finger: You sealed my tongue, how can I undo the illusion for you?

"Songhan" is cunning, Jiang Wuqi was afraid that she would play tricks again, so he looked at Feng as if returning home.

Feng Rugui shook his head, and his subordinates didn't stop, his posture could barely be regarded as easy to handle.

Jiang Wuqi nodded, his eyes filled with worry, but the next moment, he suddenly felt that his worry had been underestimated.

Feng Rugui is indeed a thousand-year-old evil spirit, he should be sure of victory against these mortal corpses, why should he worry?

Jiang Wuqi thought about this, and put all his thoughts on how to force out the wormwood demon, or how to make Song Han's soul regain control over this physical body.

After a while, he tapped his free left hand, seven "pins" fell off, and a spell on Mr. Songhan's coffin lid slowly fell, and then, the coffin lid was lifted immediately, and immediately after that, the rotten corpse flew into the air. It came to him and "Song Han".

——He was aware of the importance of this corpse, and he had affixed the coffin lid with a spell, so that this body was able to survive the call of "Songhan".

"Song Han" was startled, the veins in his temples popped up suddenly, and his whole body trembled violently.

"Get away... get away..." "Song Han" said to himself, "Don't think that this is still your body...you...husband...husband, why did you die? Husband, can you think Me? Your husband is dead long ago, I don’t want you anymore... You are just pretending to be affectionate... I... Husband... Husband... Husband... Song Han misses you so much..."

Jiang Wuqi said warmly at the right time: "Your husband also misses you very much, Song Han, you should come back soon."

"Husband really misses me?" Song Han said cheerfully, "Husband, don't you hate me for being illiterate? When I was 27 years old, after you left, I hired a gentleman who could read and write, and I recited poems with you Listen to me?"

"Recite poems?" "Song Han" sneered, "Your husband is dead, how can I hear the poems you recited."

While Song Han was struggling to regain his body, Feng Rugui had successfully turned all the corpses into powder.

He used the ghost energy excessively, and he couldn't take it back for a while, the ghost energy was gradually washing away his mind, and maybe soon, he would turn back to the bloodthirsty and flesh-eating Feng Rugui.

He didn't dare to approach Jiang Wuqi, so he sat far away in front of a grave to adjust his breath.

After half an hour, Song Han finally suppressed the wormwood demon's soul.

The wormwood demon lost control of this physical body, and it was difficult to maintain the phantom. The graveyard suddenly faded away, and the hall of the ghost house appeared in front of it. The survivors seeking justice only had a loose left palm and a corpse lying on the ground with its back facing up.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui, and seeing that Feng Rugui was probably fine, he went to the corpse, turned the corpse over, and the eyebrows and eyes that were exposed belonged to the woman who took them in.

The woman died with a terrified expression, convulsions all over her body, twisted limbs, because it was a new death, her body was not stiff at all.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Song Han with deep eyes.

And that Song Han quickly aged and turned back into the appearance of an old woman. She didn't realize that she had lost her left palm and was dripping with blood. She just hugged her husband's body and called out desperately: " Husband, Husband, Husband..."

Seeing that her husband did not respond, she was so wronged that she burst into tears.

Jiang Wuqi immediately walked up to Feng Rugui's side, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Feng Rugui half curled up, heard the words, raised his head, and said expressionlessly: "Jiang Wuqi, stay away from me."

Feng Rugui's ghostly aura was crowded in his nostrils, Jiang Wuqi frowned: "What will happen to you? How can I help you?"

"If you go further away, you'll be helping me." Feng Rugui's breath suddenly became rapid.

Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui without hesitation, before he wanted to speak, but that Songhan was sadly occupied by the wormwood demon again.

The lobby began to collapse, the gravel kept rolling down, and the ground sank.

Jiang Wuqi approached "Songhan" with Feng Rugui in his arms, and said calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" "Song Han" smiled lowly, "Since you are not used by me, I will take you to be buried with you."

In a blink of an eye, the lobby is no longer there, but a ghost and a demon are in a mountain forest. This mountain forest is lush and verdant, and because there is only the bleak moonlight shining, the surroundings are dark and unclear.

Feng Rugui patted Jiang Wuqi lightly, flew up to "Song Han", and slapped her straight.

This palm was full of ghost energy, forcing "Song Han" to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Wuqi was caught off guard, but he saw Feng Rugui pressing the top of "Song Han"'s head under his palm, and said with a light smile, "Why don't you tell the whole story, or I'll destroy this body , so that you have no place to depend on."

"Song Han" was afraid of dying on the spot, but he bluffed and said: "You are in my illusion, and I have to solve this illusion. If you destroy this body, aren't you afraid that you will never get out forever?"

"Do you think it's impossible for you to lose your soul as soon as you leave this physical body? I can torture your soul for a long time, and I'm not afraid that you won't release the illusion. What's more, you were only suppressed by Song Han just now, and you can't maintain it." You are living in an illusion, and after your soul flies away, I predict that your illusion will collapse immediately." Feng Rugui stroked the top of "Songhan"'s hair, "If you really want to stay here forever, and have a Taoist by your side forever, I will Here, it can be regarded as happy and happy.”

"Songhan" couldn't help but fell silent for a while, before saying: "35 years ago, I couldn't stand the thunder disaster. My mother blocked it for me. My mother died, and I was beaten back to my original shape. I don't know how long it has passed." , I was eaten by that Songhan in one bite. Because my soul was damaged, I urgently needed the fear of devouring living things to survive."

Jiang Wuqi asked: "So you used illusion to kill those two or three hundred people?"

"Songhan" stroked his hair on the temples, and replied: "You're right, all three people in Songhanhe Village died at my hands, but I didn't do it intentionally, it was because they couldn't bear the illusion, and they were not the same as me." It doesn't matter, don't ordinary people pay attention to going through thousands of hardships before they can become great?"

Jiang Wuqi recalled the triple illusion he and Feng Rugui had experienced - bloody handprints and sharp claws, cliffs and seas of blood, graves and corpses. If they were not practitioners, they might have died in the first illusion, let alone ordinary people It is absolutely impossible to break through the illusion.

This wormwood grass demon is extremely vicious, and for the sake of its own soul, it actually killed 290 people. Now, not only does it not know how to repent, it even speaks cunningly.

Jiang Wuqi suddenly had killing intent, but he didn't know how to kill the wormwood grass demon without hurting Song Han's body.

While Jiang Wuqi was thinking, Feng Rugui asked: "Then Song Han's husband and that woman were killed by you?"

"Song Han" smiled sweetly: "That Song Han's husband abandoned Song Han. In order to find her good husband, Song Han strayed into the deep mountains and ate me up. Of course I can't let her go. The husband who fell into the mouth, I killed him as soon as he came back. But that woman—Song Han’s daughter-in-law was killed by you. If you obediently serve me, I don’t need to devour her anymore In order to increase my illusion. Apart from these two people, Song Han's only son also died in my illusion. Song Han also had a daughter, but that daughter was killed by Song Han and had nothing to do with me .”

——Song Han just ate a wormwood, and indirectly killed her husband, only son, daughter-in-law and other innocent lives, it is really pitiful and pathetic.

The ghost energy in Feng Rugui's body was constantly impacting the various organs, and his mind was also being washed away fiercely. He struggled to suppress the surging ghost energy and kept his mind. With a smile on his face, he asked unhurriedly: "How did Song Han's daughter die?"

"On that day, Song Han went to wash clothes by the stream with her eight-year-old daughter. Her daughter accidentally fell into the water. The stream was rushing. When she realized that her daughter fell into the water, the daughter had already been washed away. She ran and cried Calling for help, she searched with her husband and villagers for several days before finding her daughter's body in a ditch connected to a stream.

"Since then she has been insane. She beat and scolded her parents-in-law, and even beat her husband. She only treated the youngest son better. The parents-in-law couldn't bear it and asked her husband to divorce her. Her husband refused, and brought her with her. She changed her place of residence. In order to take care of her and her youngest son, her husband didn't even go to the exam, fearing that something might happen to their mother and son. But mortals' ability to bear is limited after all. After three years, she still hasn't improved. Unable to bear it anymore, she took her youngest son and left her. She went crazy for a while, and after regaining consciousness a little, she went out to find her husband and youngest son."

"Song Han" paused, and sneered again and again: "She was so hungry that she collapsed in the deep mountains. It's a pity that I happened to be by her hand, and she actually ate me! My soul was damaged, and I had to recuperate in her body since then. It took me three full years to occupy her body, and I would use some food when I was free, and when I had enough, I would give this body to her."

The food that the wormwood demon refers to clearly refers to the fear of ordinary people, Feng Rugui closed his eyes forcefully, and asked again: "When did the Taoist priest and I fall into the illusion?"

"Songhan" smiled contemptuously: "You are too stupid, before you fell into the humulus bushes, you fell into my illusion, but you didn't know it at all."

But it turned out that the nightmare he would have was really caused by "Songhan".

As Feng Rugui thought about it, "Songhan"'s voice hit his ears again: "Evil ghost, although you have been an evil ghost for thousands of years, your mind is not firm, and you are easily confused by me, and that Taoist priest But it is much stronger than you, and it took me a lot of effort to pull you into the illusion together. I originally thought that at most the second level of illusion, you would die, but unexpectedly..."

She sighed, and looked up at Feng Rugui: "Actually, if you didn't go with the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest would have already left here, so how could you fall into my illusion, evil ghost, it was you who made the Taoist priest suffer , if he dies here, you will be his murderer!"

Hearing these words, Jiang Wuqi didn't have time to speak out, but saw that Feng Rugui's eyes were a little scarlet red, Feng Rugui was haunted by ghostly aura, his exposed skin was extremely pale, and the dark blue meridians were completely visible.

In order to control the ghost energy, Feng Rugui let out a low cry and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, "Song Han" hurriedly retreated to the edge of a dead tree, and then her lips opened and closed, and in an instant, the place where Jiang Wuqi and Feng Rugui were was turned into a swamp.

Jiang Wuqi was still fine, but Feng Rugui sank quickly.

Jiang Wuqi breathed stagnantly, and immediately flew over to pick up Feng Rugui with trembling hands, but the surrounding swamp overturned like a living thing.

Feng Rugui pushed Jiang Wuqi vigorously, and kept shouting: "Let me go! Let me go! I don't want you to die here with me!"

"Let's live on together." Jiang Wuqi lowered his head and kissed Feng Rugui's forehead, and repeated firmly, "Feng Rugui, let's live on together."

"To live together?" Feng Rugui's consciousness gradually blurred, thinking in a trance: I am already dead, my father killed me, how can I live?

Jiang Wuqi brushed off the mud stained on Feng Rugui's ears, and said solemnly, "Be more sober."

Feng Rugui's five senses were controlled by ghost energy, he couldn't hear what Jiang Wuqi was saying at all, and he couldn't even see Jiang Wuqi's appearance, so he groped around Jiang Wuqi's neck with both hands, struggled to kiss it, and then he So he obediently buried his head in Jiang Wuqi's arms, and remained silent.

Feng Rugui's lips glowed with a ghostly aura, and he brushed the corners of Jiang Wuqi's lips feebly. Jiang Wuqi felt his heart tremble suddenly, and after Feng Rugui buried his head in his arms, he accidentally kissed her. Feng Rugui's forehead hair.

Feng Rugui's forehead hair was also soaked with ghost energy. It was extremely cold, and Feng Rugui's body was even more like a piece of thousand-year-old ice. The cold air from it squeezed hard into Jiang Wuqi's bones, forcing Jiang Wuqi's forehead to swell. It was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, but Jiang Wuqi didn't feel the severe cold was unbearable, on the contrary, he felt endless pity for Feng Rugui.