"High energy ahead (

Maybe there are no other people in the surrounding boathouse, and the surroundings are so quiet that needles can be heard.

The five women who were terrified to the extreme held their breath consciously. The boathouse was as quiet as a tomb, and no movement was heard.

In the darkness, Song Qingxiao still occupies the largest bed in the boathouse, but her heart beats so fast and eagerly that she can hardly fall asleep at all.

The outside wind was ‘woo woo’, and the rushing river water hit the bottom of the boat, causing the windows to hit the ship’s hull, making a ‘click’.

The blood stains on the bed and pedals were difficult to clean off, with a faint fishy smell, which turned into invisible fear and impacted Song Qingxiao's state of mind.

A pair of big eyes glowing with faint green light were like two ghost fires in the darkness, coldly approaching Song Qingxiao.

‘Meow—’

The meow sounds very loud and gloomy in the night, Song Qingxiao opened his eyes and drank coldly:

"Get back."

She tried to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, but she couldn't do her best, so she had to hold on to the dagger that was cut from wood.

'Meow meow--'

The white cat stopped anxiously, clutching the floor with its paws, making a harsh scratching sound.

The others held their breath and listened to the movements of one person and one cat.

After confronting each other for a while, the white cat finally retreated and retracted into the owner's arms, and the night passed safely.

When it was dark, the man's body once again climbed up from the river.

In a fierce battle, Song Qingxiao finally barely won.

Then came the fifth night--

The sixth night

Seventh night

Every night passed, and when a new day came, it was like a trip to a prison for Song Qingxiao.

Her body was already scarred, and her thighs and arms were surprisingly thin.

The cheeks are deeply sunken, as if a thin layer of skin is glued to her cheeks, showing that her eyes are a bit outrageous, and she looks at people with a creepy chill.

Without the nourishment of food, she was like a dry skeleton, with thin and dull skin on her fragile bones, but she was fierce.

There was blood everywhere in the cabin, and almost the entire cabin was stained red, with a strong smell of blood.

In recent days, the nearby cabins have become more and more empty, but more and more food has been delivered, but the appetites of several women have also increased, as if they would never be full.

Song Qingxiao sat on the side of the bed, her left forearm fractured, white bones pierced the skin with flesh and blood, and red blood dripped down her delicate wrist.

The piercing pain made her body tremble instinctively, but she was thankful that the painful stimulation kept her awake.

In the days and nights, the water has not been dripped. In addition to the pressure from the body, there are also threats from the outside and the heart.

There seemed to be another consciousness in her sea of ​​consciousness, shouting that she wanted to return to the side of the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing after a hundred years.

That was the voice of another ‘Song Qingxiao’. Compared to Song Qingxiao, who had experienced the baptism of God’s Prison, she was steadfast. She was doted by old Taoists and Song Changqing since she was a child. Faced with such a danger, she has already retreated.

The encounters in recent days have made ‘she’ somewhat uncontrollable, and want to occupy her consciousness several times.

But Song Qingxiao didn't give her a chance, even if she was extremely tired, she still didn't close her eyes.

In the reflection in the mirror, the eyes of ‘her’ are already full of resentment and hostility, like a ghost who is accompanied by a shadow, looking for an opportunity to let her relax.

A corpse that had been pierced beyond recognition fell on Song Qing's feet, and half the blade of a broken wooden dagger was still inserted into his neck where only a thin layer of skin was attached.

Song Qing held half of the broken blade in her small hand, panting very hard.

She rested for a long time, then raised her head tremblingly, and instructed a few chilling women:

"Bring me a scarf--"

The lack of water for a few days made her voice hoarse, her lips were torn when she spoke, and a lot of blood poured out, staining her teeth red.

She looked very crippled, and her eyes seemed to be murderous, which made people shudder.

Several women obeyed her instructions, went to Sibo one after another, and held them in front of her.

She grabbed one of them and bit it into her mouth. At the same time, she took a deep breath, supported her left hand with her right hand, and forcibly pulled the broken bone back to its original position.

As the bones moved, the speed of blood flow increased, and it fell on the floor ‘tickly’, like blossoming red plums.

Song Qing's small forehead oozes a lot of cold sweat, her face is pale, and the trembling nose can see the severe pain she is suffering at this time, which shocked several women.

"why?"

The woman holding the cat murmured, "Why bother?"

Song Qingxiao ignored her, but gritted her teeth and survived the heart-wrenching pain, her body was still trembling.

After a long time, she opened her mouth with excessive force a little unwillingly, and the silk fell down, with tooth marks and large masses of blood stains remaining on it.

"Because there may be a fierce battle tomorrow, I can't wait to die."

When she spoke, her voice trembled because of pain. She grabbed the silk with one hand and tried to wrap her broken arm, but the painful stimulation made her move a little weak.

The woman holding the cat was silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking, and finally watching her clumsy but persistent behavior, she said softly:

"Let me do it--"

For the first time, she actively let go of the cat in her arms, took a few deep breaths, and walked in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

Juan'er and the others looked at her in shock, as if they were very unbelievable at her behavior.

Song Qingxiao slowly raised her head to look at her with some difficulty. She was so nervous that her lips were shaking, but she did not avoid it, but let her stare.

After a long time, Song Qing passed the silk silk in his hand.

The woman holding the cat seemed to be at a loss. After a while, she looked up at her in surprise, her eye sockets gradually warmed, she reached out her hand to take it, and gently tied the wound up.

"You dispose of this corpse."

Song Qing glanced at the others and gave an order.

The women have been dealing with corpses for several days, and they are already very familiar with them, and they all agreed.

Everyone came forward and grabbed the man's body. When the youngest Juan'er was dragging one of the man's hands, the hand that had fallen on the ground backhand gripped her wrist tightly.

"what--"

She exploded with a sharp scream, her hand seemed to be burned, and she instinctively wanted to throw out the hand that was holding her.

But the man's palm tightened, and his face that had been poked on the ground also moved, as if he wanted to sit up.

"He, he's not dead yet, not dead yet!"

Juan'er yelled loudly in horror, and the others hurriedly let go to escape.

"Shut up!" Song Qing's eyes were sharp, and he snorted coldly.

She has a high prestige in the hearts of the five girls, even if she has been seriously injured at the moment, but after drinking, Juan'er really shut up.

"He's not dead yet, just kill him, what's all the fuss about!"

Song Qingxiao gritted his teeth, draped her broken hand weakly on her thigh, and instructed several people:

"You can suppress his body and take someone to behead him."

After dealing with this ‘man’ for a few days, Song Qingxiao is very experienced and knows how to put the corpse to rest.

"I, I can't—"

When Na Juan'er heard this, she was so frightened that she shook her head frequently, tears flying:

"I can not."

"Why not?" Song Qingxiao asked her calmly.

'boom! boom! The male corpse on the ground was struggling to get up, but the moment he moved his palm, he was stepped on by Song Qingxiao's foot.

He was like a worm, dead but not stiff, and his fingertips showing the soles of his feet were still squirming, trying to escape her stepping on, the scene looked very scary.

"I, I'm afraid--" Juan'er closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip, saying this as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Since you are afraid, you should kill him with your own hands."

Song Qing twitched the corner of her mouth, revealing a faint smile:

"You have a lot of people, and he is seriously injured and dying, what I should be afraid of is him!"

"I can not--"

The woman shook her head desperately, unable to muster her courage.

"Try it." Song Qingxiao stared at her, lowering her voice:

"Evasion will not solve any problems."

The man who once died in her hands will never die and will always return.

Every time he comes back, with the scars that Song Qingxiao gave him last time, his image is even more fierce and weird.

When the night passed and the dawn came, it was supposed to be a hopeful time, but because of this man's return several times, the people on this ship seemed to have fallen into a nightmare that would never be awake.

Repeatedly, endlessly.

"What are you afraid of? Is it this man? Or is it the fear that won't make him disappear?"

But no matter what the reason is, if you shrink because of fear, you will never find the answer, and there will be no way to overcome the fear.

"Try it." A dark light flashed quickly in Song Qing's eyes, coaxing her again:

"Like I did before, after killing him, you will find that he is not as scary as you think."

Her voice was very soft, and the hand holding the half-broken dagger slowly passed it to Juan'er:

"It's just like dealing with the aftermath before."

As long as the initial fear is broken, and the inner fear and cowardice are overcome, a new life will be exchanged.

"Kill him." She increased her voice, "Sometimes, when no one can protect you anymore, you are the one who can save yourself!"

"me--"

The young woman whimpered with tears and slowly opened her eyes, with fear, struggle and hesitation in her eyes.

Song Qingxiao's words gave her a great shock. She tentatively stretched out her fist-stretched hand across her chest, her expression filled with anxiety and trepidation.

Just before she touched Song Qing's hand, a hand was already very decisively probed over:

"I come!"

It was the cat-holding woman named Qiao'er. She seemed to have made a lot of determination because of Song Qing's words. She rubbed and rubbed her palm on her clothes before handing it out to Song Qingxiao's hand. Explored the past--

Her expression was a little excited and a little excited, as if it was not a broken wooden dagger that she was going to pick up, but to take over Song Qing's courage.

Song Qingxiao raised his head and glanced at her. It was a little unexpected, but it seemed that he had expected it all a long time ago.

At the moment Qiao'er touched the wooden dagger, Song Qing smiled slightly and released his hand.

The woman holding the cat clenched the dagger tightly, revealing extremely complicated eyes.

There seemed to be brilliance in her eyes, and she carefully touched the dagger, as if she was relieved.

Immediately afterwards, she turned her head, her eyes became timid and weak from the beginning, and became firm and fierce.

She rushed towards the struggling corpse, making a sharp cry in her mouth, like an enraged wolf, raising the half-cut dagger in her hand and piercing the corpse.

'puff! ’

After the wooden dagger was broken, it was actually not sharp anymore, and the skin and bones of this corpse that had returned many times became more and more dull. Song Qingxiao took a lot of effort to subdue it today.

But at this time, the dagger fell into the hands of the woman holding the cat, but it was like an indestructible weapon, and she was easily pierced into the struggling corpse.

‘Bug--’

The blood spewed out from the wound. This time, it was no longer light pink river water, but black red and thick blood.

The woman holding the cat didn't want the man's life, as if she was venting her hatred, and she seemed to be venting the fear accumulated in her heart.

The blood splattered more and more, and the corpse began to struggle more violently as if it was back to light.

When the other women saw this scene, their eyes turned red quickly, as if they had been greatly irritated, and followed them.

Song Qingxiao quietly removed the foot that was stepping on the palm of the corpse, and the man's hand was lifted, but it was pressed down by Juan'er and others.

The cat-holding woman is holding the broken dagger~lightnovelpub.net~ Someone went to take the half of the blade on his neck.

Biting him with his mouth without a weapon, the scene was extremely tragic.

The hull began to sway violently, and the blood inside the boathouse surged like waves.

"Kill—"

"Zhang Shouxin, I want your life—"

The rebels shouting and killing from Li Guochao outside once again sounded, and the sound of horns and snare drums suppressed the movement made by several women in the boathouse.

The corner of Song Qing's small mouth slowly raised, and she turned her head strenuously, looking at the swaying bronze mirror in the boathouse.

Her shadow was reflected in the mirror, and on that ghostly white face,'Song Qingxiao' widened a pair of frightened but unwilling eyes, and looked at Song Qingxiao bitterly.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the mirror changed, and the originally painted red furniture began to fade quickly, quickly turning into decay, covered with spider silk.

The shiny silk also became old and lost its gorgeous color.

The hazy blue light in the boathouse turned into a faint red mist, and the few women who crazily assassinated the male corpses on the ground turned into red-colored skeleton ghosts.

‘Clang! ’

Cracks appeared on the mirror surface, and it began to shatter quickly, like an illusion about to be broken.

Song Qing's chuckled back slowly straightened up, and her dry and dull cheeks revived in the shattered mirror surface.

The withered hair grows back, with a rich luster.

The broken arm was reconnected again, and the lost power was flowing in her body again, filling every part of her body.

Above the shattered pale blue treasure, a chill like blue flame once again appeared, and she slowly opened her eyes——

The pupils were dark gold, supposed to be indifferent and ruthless, but at this time, because of the residual regret and pity, they felt a little warmer.