Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao turned over and jumped into the courtyard without even thinking.

Both of them recognized the sound of Fengzhu's Bai Yuqin.

The two of them stood side by side.

Luo Bing, who was still sitting on the wall, sniffed, jumped down reluctantly, followed the two of them, and said slowly:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you see something disgusting later, don't blame me!"

As soon as Luo Bing finished speaking, Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao felt something sticky under their feet. Suddenly, their shoes were firmly stuck to something and they could no longer be pulled out.

Luo Bing quickly took out two daggers from his arms and stabbed them at their feet.

A "squeak ah ah" sound suddenly sounded, but Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao quickly escaped from the trap.

I saw a body sac that was extremely pale and rotten, with a swollen body and exuding rotten stench, slowly stood up among the flying red flowers of the other side brought up by Luo Bing.

Shen Yurong felt nauseated and vomited, and Bei Xingyao endured the discomfort and supported her.

I saw that the rotten corpse was fat and white, with rotten flesh on all the features. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman. However, the skin had been carefully sewn with needles and threads, and there was no leakage.

She has no eyebrows, her lips are purple, and her nails are bright red.

After it stood up for a moment, it suddenly opened its eyes. Their eyes were dark and moist, and they seemed to be alive.

"Don't let it open its mouth!" Luo Bing shouted from behind it, stabbing it with two knives.

Bei Xingyao and Shen Yurong looked at each other, and each took out nine-curved ice silk and two long silver needles. Shen Yurong quickly threaded the needle and threaded it, and together with Bei Xingyao, popped out the thin needle with his finger.

The nine-curved ice silk silk moved up and down with the silver needles on the left and right, and soon the purple lips of the corpse were tightly sealed.

At this time, as the rotten corpse's throat bulged, the skin on his face became stretched and became transparent and white.

Luo Bing quickly pulled out the two knives that were stuck on the feet of the corpse. With the knives in his hands, he drove Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao to climb over the wall and escape.

At this time, a sound of phoenix was heard, and Croton and Xuewu swooped over, picked up three people respectively, and flew into the sky.

Then there was a muffled "boom" behind him, and the smelly and terrifying rotting corpse exploded on the spot.

For a moment, black water splashed everywhere, and the vines that filled the palace quickly withered and annihilated, turning into wisps of black and red smoke.

The White Heron Palace quickly returned to a golden glow.

The vines just now were like a red and strange dream of death.

Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao, who had just escaped from death, jumped off the back of the white peacock Xuewu and walked into the main hall of the White Egret Palace.

Luo Bing lay on Croton's body, panting and shouting: "If you encounter anything else, I won't help you. I'm so disgusted!"

As soon as you enter the palace, you can hear the gurgling sound of water, and when you look up, you can see layers of snow-white gauze vines embroidered with egrets.

At the end of the gauze vines is a white translucent screen, with a pair of intimate egrets painted on the white screen.

Behind the screen, there was a man in green clothes with wide sleeves, his slender hands leaning over the white jade guqin placed on the table in front of him...

"A Rong?" Shen Yurong shouted softly.

But Bei Xingyao stopped her from going any further. With a flash of Soul-Chasing Meteor Sword, the white screen was cut open and fell silently to both sides.

I saw that the white jade strings of the piano had been broken early, and the fingers of those long, powerful, well-jointed hands were spread apart. Each finger was tied with a long black hair. When the fingers were turned, it seemed that the sound of the piano could flow out.

The owner of these hands has his eyes lowered, his eyelashes are motionless, his face is white, his black hair is fluttering, and his whole body is stiff and cold. He has obviously been dead for a long time...

"This is impossible!" Shen Yurong's eyes were sore, and he stared blankly at Qing Yurong's body beside the white jade harp, sadness and anger rushing into his heart:

"A Yao, how is this possible?"

Bei Xingyao frowned, his face was pale, his fingers turned white and he tightly grasped the shaking Shen Yurong, and shouted outside:

"Luo Bing, come in here!"

When Peacock King Luo Bing heard Bei Xingyao's fierce tone, he thought they had encountered something disgusting again, and said:

"Don't give those things a chance to open their mouths. Just hide away. The elder who built this White Egret Palace is a pervert. I won't go in!"

Then, there was no movement inside!

Luo Bing was slightly startled, and quickly jumped down from Croton, brushing through the layers of egret yarn, and went straight to the innermost part of the palace.

Then he saw three dead people with different shapes:

Beixing Yao is dancing the sword, and Shen Yurong is playing the flute.

And Qing Yurong, the young master of Fengzhu who looked exactly like him, was playing the piano.

All three of them had pale faces and stiff bodies, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Luo Bing passed through the three of them calmly and walked straight back.

He opened another door made of mirrors at the back, and inside were layers of vines embroidered with egrets and a huge bed.

The bed gauze was put down, and a pair of egrets standing cross-necked could be seen vaguely in the transparent bed gauze. Luo Bing said, "Elder Jishi, have you had enough trouble?"

The bed gauze moved slightly, and the white gauze lifted up, revealing the face of a fair and thin man.

He was so thin that he could count his ribs. He was sitting naked on the bed, holding an equally skinny beauty.

The beauty has white and tender skin, a long and graceful neck, and her back is facing Luo Bing.

The man whom Luo Bing called Elder Jishi was not panicked when he saw the Peacock King and said:

"Who is Elder Jishi? Shouldn't Elder Jishi be a fat duck? Who am I, a poor skinny man who doesn't have enough to eat all day long, who can't even feed his own wife! Hehehehehehehehehe..."

Luo Bing frowned, and finally endured nausea and searched through the piles of clothes of the man. Within a moment, he touched a ceramic bottle with an egret and human bones painted on it.

When the thin man saw that Luo Bing had found the bottle, he flew down from the bed, hugged Luo Bing's legs and shouted:

"What are you going to do? If you don't let my wife eat the carrion, she will starve. Isn't it okay if I make the carrion myself for her to eat? Egret, she has a unique taste, but she has never harmed anyone! Kill someone!

I am the one who throws myself into the water and becomes the corpse in the water, it’s me!”

Luo Bing kicked him away, opened the bottle and threw it at the three people.

Shen Yurong and Bei Xingyao quickly regained consciousness, but the sunny scene next to the white jade harp quickly turned into a puddle of water and merged into the gurgling water in the palace.

Bei Xingyao wanted to pick up the Bai Yuqin, but saw that a few strands of black hair left by the sunny rain that had just turned into water were connected to the strings. In response to the sound of water, the Bai Yuqin made a series of sounds:

"Gong Shang Yu Jiao, Jiao Jiao Yu, Gong Yu..."

As Shen Yurong listened, his expression gradually improved, and he told Beixing Yao Fengzhu that Mr. Fengzhu was not here.
Chapter completed!