Wherever the blood light touched, the slit weasels that had just been eating happily screamed one after another. They were wrapped in blood flames, burned, and then shrank. In just a few breaths, all their flesh and blood were eroded away and turned into black.

The bloody light poured into Wu Kui.

This nest of slit weasels was emptied by 70% to 80% in one fell swoop. The carriage was completely wiped out, and no one dared to follow them.

The off-road vehicle roared through this rugged road at the edge of the jungle. The night wind, fallen leaves, and dust poured in through the broken windows, hitting the seat equipment that was covered with burns and tear marks, and quickly covered the interior of the vehicle.

It turned gray and gray. However, there was no splattered blood in the carriage, as if it was all burned up in the thin wave of blood flames.

Wu Kui still held the steering wheel with both hands, and his driving posture was awkward and stiff. His body was slightly straighter, but as time continued to pass, it collapsed again.

In the back seat, Wu Zhao leaned back in his chair, the book gently hitting his palm, looking a little bored and helpless.

The two people in the car had no communication at all, and they seemed to be in two different worlds.

In fact, the area where Wu Zhao was located was indeed spotless, and the fallen leaves and dust that rushed in could not contaminate that area at all.

The car continued to drive forward, with four or five twists and turns like the Rift Weasel. It took six or seven hours, and it was almost until the dawn of the next day that we entered a particularly quiet area.

Here, the mist is thick, making it difficult to see the surrounding environment. The sound of rushing water comes in through the broken car windows, and the river is not far away.

The riverside should have been a place where aberrations were highly active, but now the area where off-road vehicles drive through has no vegetation, bones are everywhere, and no living creatures can be seen.

This was the battlefield more than a month ago. Expanding fifty kilometers north from the river, it was the area covered by the bone fortress formed by the Blood Prison King's strengthening and transforming creatures. That day, the Blood Prison King was quickly captured by Ronan with his poisonous eyes.

"Behead", there are countless bones left. But even after more than a month has passed, the aura of high status and the "hell picture" rule structure that was at the level of the picture of heaven and man at that time, but the essence of which was directly following the "inner universe", still have not completely overflowed.

Collapse.

Worried about the leakage of the evil poison, Ronan also covered part of it with the "Thunder Pond Experimental Site". After Mrs. Halder "voluntarily" entered the urn and interlocked with the remnant spirit contaminated by the evil poison of the Blood Hell King, he occasionally let the "big

"Sun Chain" bombarded.

The stacking of several elements has created a large "life forbidden zone" where no aberration will come to die.

Due to the global abyss area that shook the world during the short period of time when the Blood Hell King showed his power, this place is actually a popular place for extraordinary people to come to study and study. However, Ronan first used the broken pages of his grandfather's notes and later used gray matter to form it.

The "sensory chain network" has formed an access system, and with the example of that stupid pig earlier, Geng Huai, with a multi-pronged approach, there are almost no people who dare to break through against his will.

If you want to force your way in, is Mrs. Halder really in a good mood?

However, the off-road vehicle successfully passed through the fog and white bones and stopped by the river.

Here, Mrs. Halder stood silently in her long skirt and bun, with only a strand of hair on her temples fluttering in the wind.

Wu Kui opened the car door. Although he had maintained his basic form by hunting the aberrations on the road, he still had to consider the balance of entry and exit. At this stage, his body had reached its limit and was so limp that he fell forward as soon as he got out of the car.

Into the arms of Mrs. Halder.

Mrs. Halder hugged him, but did not lower her head. She only looked at His Majesty the Emperor who opened the door and got out of the car behind him, and responded calmly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for sending your late husband here."

"Meili, there is no sincerity in what you say."

"What kind of expression can you expect from a black widow holding her husband's body?"

"I'm just saying, don't mislead people. I'm just taking a ride. The former chief minister wants to continue to live in peace."

"Your Majesty, are you still worried about being misunderstood?"

"Of course, a certain lord has a right idea now."

As he spoke, Wu Kui's body shook greatly in Mrs. Halder's arms. He seemed to be pulled up, his shoulders and neck narrowed, and his head sunk down into his chest, as if his skull and internal brain tissue had dissolved and become

Into a headless body.

The gap in the neck is a piece of black wrinkled skin that continues to rise and fall.

After changing or returning to this appearance, "Wu Kui" actually became more powerful. He struggled and stretched out his hands to scratch Mrs. Halder's face, seeming to be disgusted and asking for help.

Mrs. Halder did not dodge, and let her fingers slide across her cheek and the old scars on the side. She just sighed softly, "How can you say it is a misunderstanding? It was your Majesty who transformed the power of the sacrificial weapon and gave me this late husband."

The chance of living an ignoble life has now become like a human being and a ghost without a ghost. Now, his body is getting more and more rancid."

"You can't blame me." His Majesty the Emperor Wu tapped the scroll on his palm, "The former chief priest was secretly bound to the sacrificial weapon of your sect too deeply. Even if you cut off his head decisively, Meili, you still can't cut off this

Because of this connection, I was asked to make a compromise out of desperation; and now this stench..."

She looked around at the bones of the fortress, shook her head and said with a smile, "It's true that the adult tore off the 'fire slag' that is entangled with you now in one fell swoop.

Son', that is, the 'Blood Hell King' who you use the so-called 'Blood Flame Will' and 'idea sect' to separate and eliminate the negative effects. The broken 'former sacrifice vessel' in the body of the former chief sacrificer can no longer be found.

The target; and now the 'Yuan District Blood Soul Temple' has strict laws, and it is difficult for him to be contaminated in his special situation, so naturally there is no battery life, won't it stink?"

Mrs. Halder sneered.

His Majesty the Emperor Wu didn't take it seriously and spoke leisurely in the darkness by the river, "Let me tell you, when your sect was secretive and vague about the 'Blood Prison King', it was actually planted from the day it was founded.

The seeds of the 'Great Schism'. In fact, I admire the 'Control Faction' more. Although they overestimate their own capabilities and misjudge the situation, they face the problems head on and are more open and lovely. But who allowed you to be in this group."

"...Thank you for your attention."

"We value each other and get what each other needs."

Mrs. Halder really laughed, "For your Majesty to say this, I have never had any respect before."

"I naturally have respect for those who can struggle with evil for so long and still remain uncontaminated. The 'Heart-Burning Sword' transformed by the method of 'god travel' is both an advantage and an advantage in the face of evil.

It's a dead end. During this period of time, you have been able to learn from your shortcomings. Your ambition and talent are indeed impressive. That gentleman should be quite pleased."

"Evil poison? Fugue?"

Mrs. Halder pondered and chewed on these two concepts, but did not pursue the question any further. This was because she had no hope at all for His Majesty the Emperor's bad habit of "secretism."

His Majesty Emperor Wu indeed had no intention of further explanation, "You can ask that lord, he may have an explanation that satisfies you... Hey, it seems that tonight he is destined to just watch the fun and not talk."

Mrs. Halder looked at her and said, "If your Majesty wants to communicate with Mr. Luo, you can go to him directly."

"That will consume a lot of unnecessary talk and increase the risk of exposing some secrets."

"You told a lot of 'secrets' today."

"These are nothing, it just depends on whether he wants to know. If he asks, will you keep my secret?"

"Definitely not."

"right."

His Majesty Emperor Wu smiled and stepped slowly, closing the distance between the two parties. He stretched out his hand to touch the side of Mrs. Halder's face through "Wu Kui", especially the long thin mark. "Meili, I know."

Really? You have been living for that 'mask' for half your life; and I also have the joy of life because of the 'secret'... Of course, I admit that the simple life process at this stage is also quite interesting."

Mrs. Halder pushed "Wu Kui's" body upward, separated His Majesty Wu Emperor's hand, and responded casually, "Then I wish you happiness forever."

His Majesty the Emperor Wu took back his hand and laughed dumbly, "To Mr. Former First Sacrifice, are you still unable to let go?"

"It's not that big of a deal. Your Majesty, have you forgotten? I once wanted to get rid of him completely, but after the 'Pre-sacrificial weapon' became completely unusable, you stopped me, saying that this might be a threat to the source of the 'Blood Flame Will', that is,

The 'fire slag' and 'Blood Hell King' in your mouth have caused disturbances and caused unpredictable damage. Now there is only a shadow of nothingness left in the 'Blood Hell King', entangled with me and unable to create any waves, then

…”

As she spoke, Mrs. Halder's fingertips shone with light, and the headless body that had been limp in her arms suddenly twitched, came out of it, struggled back, but fell down because it was too weak.

It fell on its back on the river beach. Although it was impossible to see any expression, every pore on its body exuded fear.

In this regard, His Majesty Emperor Wu commented, "It seems that the residual spirit has been well integrated with the former sacrificial vessel, and it is already like a complete soul. Moreover, it is quite different from the arranged 'virtual personality', and it is already 'inconsistent'"

To a certain extent. If it weren’t for this, it wouldn’t have been easy to hide it from others all these years.”

"After all, His Majesty was brought back to life."

"Where, it's just a way to deceive yourself and others...why don't you do it?"

"Although it is a rancid thing, the situation is special after all. Mr. Luo may still be interested in researching it."

"He may not care about this thing, but he may use it to probe my truth."

His Majesty Emperor Wu smiled, but had no intention of provoking or simply taking action herself. She looked at Mrs. Halder again, "As for you, you don't need to be so flattering. He didn't come. It's more likely that he hoped for a clear answer or something."

Attitude, you can't give him this for the time being. As for me...well, this is the natural enemy of our secretists. But Melly, are you sure you want to take off your mask in front of him?"

Mrs. Halder brushed off the dust stained by "Wu Kui" on her body and responded calmly, "I don't have any mask. If I do, it was your Majesty and my 'dead husband' who put it on for me. I hope even more."

Getting answers, verifying what I know from you, is so far from the truth.”

"Well, you seem to be impatient. It depends on someone's interest...and patience."

The two of them stopped like this

They stopped communicating and stared at the gray-blue river and sky in the early morning.

As for the "headless corpse" that was still struggling to get up and try to run away, after staggering a few steps, it was submerged in the mist that spread close to the ground, and soon disappeared.

Monday, September 16, 2097.

The weather in Huaicheng is still good, with crisp autumn air and clear blue clouds.

In the No. 1 underground cave engineering camp, Fries, who had just returned from Lake City for a few days, took his subordinates who had become extremely tired during this period to conduct tactical deductions in the command tent and practiced magical skills such as the "Eye of Conception".

Group skills.

Of course there are gains, but that's all. The main thing is to keep these little brats tight and familiar with the feeling of being a boss. When he has almost sprayed his own saliva, he will let people get out.
To be continued...