Mu Hao's smile deepened: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." As he said, he twisted a blood hole on the other side of his heart just like before.

Xie Zhiwei watched and listened in fear, while imagining the situation when these actions fell on him, cold sweat fell like rain.

Chapter 76

"Does it still hurt?" Mu Qi asked again with a smile.

Bai Jian's angry eyes widened: "You must not die!" His eyes were scarlet, and the lines on his face were covered with blood, which was terrifying like a ghost.

And this shrill roar is even more frightening.

However, as if he hadn't heard, Mu Qian still had a pure and kind smile, and took out something from his sleeve, "What do you think this could be?"

Xie Zhiwei thought to himself, could it be some kind of poison, and he wanted to give the surname Bai a treat, wouldn't he?

Seeing the same thought, Bai Jian tried his best to sneer: "Neng... what a good thing, you... so vicious..."

"It's wrong." Mu Hao stroked the bottle with his fingers, the blood on his hand was stained on the celadon wall, revealing an indescribable strange feeling, "This is the nectar collected in the imperial garden of the emperor, how many people are there? All your life will be useless."

"What do you want to do?"

"It's a bit chilly in autumn, and the ants on the ground have nowhere to find food. It's very pitiful." Mu Hao gently pulled the cork off the bottle. "Let them taste some meat at this time.

Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Although this plot is also the original plot in the novel, but now doing this while digging up his Xie Zhiwei's grave, it always feels a little weird.

Just because he was willful to add drama to himself before he died and asked the male protagonist to avenge him?

Then... he was addicted to drama and couldn't control it, and he was also desperate, okay?

As the nectar was poured into the blood hole on Bai Jian's body, Bai Jian began to curse endlessly. Although it was intermittent, the sound was more vicious than the sound. Mu Hao didn't have a big reaction at first, but then he seemed to realize something, and his eyebrows wrinkled: "Come here, dig his tongue, Shizun Qingmian, no one should disturb anyone."

The corner of Xie Zhiwei's mouth twitched slightly.

... You also know that you can't disturb the rest of the dead, but what are you going to do when you dig a grave?

Bai Jian was still chattering, and a demon soldier who was digging a grave took his life, walked up to him, and smashed the mud-stained hoe directly into his mouth, and his blood was blurred. This time, I am afraid not only the tongue, but also the throat.

He could no longer speak and pronounce, and there was a rush of breath in his throat, which poured out of his mouth along with blood and broken teeth. The air was a lot quieter, but his expression became more and more painful. With the last of his strength, he rolled back and forth on the ground and struggled, and the two blood holes around his body gradually turned black.

Xie Zhiwei took a closer look, and his scalp tingled.

Those jet-black ants are the ants that come up from all directions, tens of thousands, layer upon layer, competing to lick blood and eat flesh.

The grass python hero, the dead pervert, how did he make up his mind when he wrote these scenes, is it too heavy?

Mu Qian stretched out his blood-stained hands, and a white light appeared from his palms, which gradually gathered into the shape of a lotus flower. As the lotus petals slowly opened and closed, the bloodstains that were about to dry up quickly disappeared, and even the white clothes on his body looked brand new.

The head of the tomb has been dug up, and a few demon soldiers are digging the hole nimbly, and a corner of the coffin can be faintly seen.

Mu Hao took a step in that direction, and a smile appeared on his lips: "The disciple can finally see the master."

His expression was extremely gentle, as if a warm wind came from the bottom of his heart and finally blew the stagnant water in his eyes. The corner covered by loess seems to be the place where he has been most fascinated for years.

A chill shot straight from Xie Zhiwei's feet to the heavenly spirit.

I'm fuckin' shit! ! !

In an instant, he burst into three different kinds of foul language in his heart.

That's right, the hero laughed! Just now he smiled at Bai Jian, and then he tortured Bai Jian to death. Who is he smiling at now? Still laughing so...indescribable...

The only two possibilities are that he is Xie Zhiwei, and the other is that he is "Chi Yan", neither of which can escape! The male protagonist is now a lunatic and cannot interpret him according to the logic of ordinary people.

Immediately this grave will be dug up, if it is empty inside...

Xie Zhiwei was ready for the fish to die and the net to break. However, if he could run or run, the fish could not die, and the net could not be broken.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Mu Hao's voice as if from the Netherworld: "Chi Yan, it's your turn."

Xie Zhiwei took a breath of cold air, and before he had time to react, the white lotus brilliance wrapped around his hand suddenly flourished, dazzlingly bright. Immediately afterwards, Guanghua was like a snake, pulling him up from the ground and pulling him in front of Mu Qian.

The "colorful ladybug" costume on Xie Zhiwei's body has been smeared with mud, and the colorful stars are dyed a gray color, but it doesn't look so strange. I don't know if I was extremely nervous or what. When Xie Zhiwei raised his head and met Mu Qi's eyes, his first thought was: Fortunately, there is a lining inside.

But it's not a matter of entanglement in wearing right now, Xie Zhiwei realized in the next moment that the moment of life and death has come.

Is he really going to fight for his life with the male protagonist?

In a moment of hesitation, the smile on the corner of Mu He's mouth disappeared without a trace, and the look in Mu Chunfeng's eyes disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling chill.

He looked down at Xie Zhiwei condescendingly: "What happened to Bai Jian, have you looked carefully?"

Bai saw his eyes wide open, and his breath was gone. As soon as the ants rushed up, they greedily ate away every drop of blood on his body. Sen Bai's ribs had been exposed where the blood hole had been. But the ants still refused to give up, and thirsted everywhere to drill. Even his eyes were filled with blackness.

Xie Zhiwei swallowed hard in his throat and nodded randomly.

Mu Hao said lightly: "Bai Jian is a downright villain. You are fairly upright, and you are different from him in the end."

Xie Zhiwei nodded again, of course it's different, you renegade don't even look at who is under the skin!

Hmm... better not to look at it.

"So, you should be satisfied."

Xie Zhiwei looked at him suspiciously.

Mu Qi leaned down, showed the clean dagger, and slowly put it in front of Xie Zhiwei, "Is it less scary for you to witness your own death in advance?"

Oh, you're more scared, okay? I'd rather die in a confused way like Bai Jian, please.

Xie Zhi secretly prepared, he must seize the opportunity to run out. Anyway, Qingpingjian couldn't do anything to him, and it was easy for Bailian Guanghua to break free. Only this time, his identity is very likely to be exposed.

No, it will definitely be exposed.

Xie Zhiwei looked at his "grave" with tears in his eyes. Several demon soldiers retreated silently, leaving only one, who was brushing the last handful of loess from the coffin.

Mu Qian seemed to feel something, the dagger in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, he turned around abruptly, and shouted, "Get out of the way."

The Demon Soldier shivered all over, and rolled and crawled aside.

Xie Zhiwei looked at Mu Qi as if he was insane. At this moment, Mu Qi turned his back to him and walked to the tomb step by step. He couldn't see the expression on Mu Qi's face, but Mu Qi's footsteps were eager and heavy, as if there were some treasures in the coffin.

It was only then that Xie Zhiwei realized that he "deceived the corpse" was too fast and too fast to even take a look at the place where he had slept for four years.

Well, see it now.

Daozong treated him well, and although he was not buried with the red sandalwood and golden silk nan of the nouveau riche, it was also a relatively high-quality red pine.