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Chapter 49 Eat its flesh and sleep on its skin

Qin Zhen was shocked, jumped up, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, you...you..."

Blood gushed out like a fountain, Qi Du's headless body slumped to the ground, and the remaining snow was gone Dyeing red, melting into a trickle of blood. Wei Shiqi was unmoved at all. He moved his hand lightly, and the Zangxue Sword made a sword sound and turned into a sword pill and fell into his palm. As expected, Qi Du suddenly realized that he didn't know the origin of Jian Wan. It was a life-blood object that he had a close connection with. If something happened so close to someone, Qi Du would not be able to escape his misfortune even if he recovered from his injuries.

No one knows what is right between Xi Huzi and Qi Du. No one knows what Qi Du got from his enemies and why he improved so much. None of this is important. What is important is that Wei Shiqi won this bet.

The pungent smell of blood made Qin Zhen feel sick. She stared at her senior brother blankly, as if she was meeting him for the first time. Is it for the methods of smelting Horcruxes in the pages of Soul-Captivating Art? Or for the Chuixing Sword and Kunpeng Jue? Killing people, seizing treasures, is the person who does such things still her senior brother? She couldn't help but shudder, and her eyes lost their former look.

Wei Shiqi looked at her without saying a word, just watching her quietly, waiting for her to say something or do something. Life is a game, and he doesn't want to play a role that doesn't belong to him, even for anyone. In this world without a sense of belonging, he just wants to be himself as he pleases.

Qin Zhen slowly moved to his side, her steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She reached out to hug his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and looked at Qi Du's headless body without saying a word. hair.

“Are you scared?” Wei Shiqi’s voice suddenly became distant and closer, becoming so unfamiliar.

Qin Zhen shook her head and just hugged his arm tightly, as if he would leave as soon as she let go. Her eyes were filled with tears, she felt wronged and wanted to cry.

"Haha, nineteen years ago, in Laoya Ridge, an injured immortal flew through the air and fell head first on the cliff. The collision caused the mountain to crack and the ground to break, and the gravel to fly everywhere. He didn't "It's okay, just take some pills, but the flying gravel hit a hunter's head, making a big hole, and he died. When something unexpected happened while hunting, whose fault do you think it was?" Shi Qi touched her face, slid his thumb across the corner of her mouth, and said quietly, "The hunter's surname is Wei, and he happens to be my father."

Qin Zhen's heart trembled, and she breathed a sigh of relief. : "So that's the case, no wonder..."

"To be honest, he was unintentional. The disaster came from the sky. I couldn't blame anyone originally, but as a son, it's okay if I don't know, and I can't kill him. If you know it, and if you have the chance, then you can plot against him, and it will be regarded as fulfilling your wish." Wei Shiqi seemed to be murmuring to himself, or telling Qin Zhen, at this moment, he seemed to have cut off the ghost. The wisp of causality in the dark world seemed to crack open the hard shell that had imprisoned his emotions. He felt relaxed and truly understood the meaning of the words "spotless and unconcerned."

It feels so good to have no worries. There is a poem saying it - there are flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. He had obviously killed someone and his hands were stained with blood, but Wei Shiqi felt very relaxed, just like when he chopped off Huang Longzi's head with a sword in Xueku Cave, without hesitation or lingering in his heart.

Wei Shiqi held Qin Zhen in his arms and said, "Do you still remember Taoist Master Qi Yunhe?"

"Of course, he is our first professor. "My mentor."

"Huyangdu, Tutu Temple, Kunlun Mountain, he led us to Tiandu Peak. One night, I went hunting in the mountains and didn't come back all night. The next morning, you found me. "I snored very loudly, didn't you?"

Qin Zhen sniffed and said, "I remember Master said that your snoring... was earth-shattering, with thousands of twists and turns. "Very impressive."

"Well, maybe, actually a lot of things happened that night, some of which I didn't mention. Qi Du killed the beauty python, and the erysipelas leaked out, and I was poisoned, whether I was alive or dead. On the front line, Sun Ergou persuaded Qi Du to save my life. Qi Du said, haha, he said that saving me would be against his true intention. At that time, I thought, I also have my true intention, my true intention. If there is a chance in the future, I will eat his flesh, sleep on his skin, and never let him go!"

His tone was in an understatement, as if he was talking about irrelevant things, but Qin Zhen felt a wave of pain in his body! She felt chills, and she could feel the fear and violence in her senior brother's heart, like a seed buried in the dark soil, which finally took root and sprouted and spread its leaves today.

"At that time, I didn't know that he was the murderer of my father... His fate was really bizarre. Do you think anyone was deliberately arranging all of this? It was like an outline of an article written by someone. There's a hidden line? Forget it, it's useless to tell you this, you don't understand..."

Qin Zhen felt scared, she didn't want to hear her senior brother say these indifferent words in such a tone.

"Obey, turn your head away, don't look."

"You... don't!" Qin Zhen screamed in fright, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her head On his chest, he sobbed, "No, no..."

Wei Shiqi was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why she reacted so violently. After thinking about it, he couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Eat his flesh and sleep with him." His skin, this is a description, I don't eat people, I just... just want to plunder his things. If you stare at him, you won't be able to do it. That... is a bit embarrassing."

Qin Zhen" "Pfft" laughed out loud, grabbed his lapel to wipe away his tears, looked up at him, his face was red. She said solemnly: "Brother, no matter what happens, I will always stand by your side. Let's... search for him together!"

Thieves, Wei Shiqi smiled. He smiled, did not shy away from her, rolled up his sleeves, took off Qi Du's sword pouch and storage bag, handed them to Qin Zhen, then turned him inside out, and put the head and headless body into Penglai bag, buried the blood stains, and sat down by the campfire again.

Qin Zhen put the sword pouch and storage bag in front of him, held a handful of snow, and washed her hands. Feeling suspicious, she washed them carefully again.After rubbing it until his little hands were red, he took the snake meat off the fire and ate it gracefully, watching him with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Wei Shiqi took out the Chuixing Sword from the sword pouch, looked at it for a while, and kept it in the sword pouch without comment. If there is no corresponding sword technique to drive it, the Chuixing Sword will be mediocre. It will be a hidden danger if it is left in the hand, and it will not be a pity to discard it.

He put the sword pouch aside and began to examine the items in the storage bag, looking at them one by one, and then putting them back one by one.

Finally, he took out a torn silk book with a yellowish color and jade-like tentacles. When he opened it, he saw that it was densely written with tiny characters, black and red, as if it was written with the essence and blood of a monster. The book has not faded after all these years. Wei Shiqi looked carefully from the beginning under the firelight. Sure enough, it was the incomplete pages of the inner volume of the Soul-Capturing Art, describing the origin of the Soul-Capturing Sword Art and the smelting of the Horcrux. He had no distracting thoughts and memorized them one by one. in mind.

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