The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 908
pool of blood.

What Jun didn't return to see, was bloody everywhere, bloody, and the smell of blood kept rolling.

She regretted a little, was she a little too careless, if she had known it was so scary, she would not have come, and let Li Tianxian bear it alone.

hum.

They little fairies have no conscience.

She was walking alone in the blood pool, and from time to time there were blood-colored figures, she would subconsciously disperse them. After a long time, she realized that it was these people who died in the blood pool, because they were unwilling and full of resentment. A strange thing formed after wandering and being absorbed by the blood pool.

There are other things in this blood pool, which are all unique parts formed in the blood pool, and there is no outside.

And in the pool of blood, there are dangers everywhere, and sometimes when she stays in one place for a little longer, strange things will appear, killing and failing to kill, can only be a waste of effort.

Occasionally, Jun Weigui would also miss his master and children, thinking that they must be outside waiting for him to go back, he would feel happy, and even the exhaustion from his body was nothing.

She walked all the way, except for the pool of blood, she didn't see anything more bluffing.

So, she was a little taken lightly.

However, she did not forget her analysis when she fell into the blood pool. If the blood pool was so simple, how could so many people agree to this punishment.

She fell into a pool of blood unintentionally.

She was almost so angry that she vomited a mouthful of blood. It looked no different from other places, but why did she sink in? The moment she sank, there was a burning sensation on her skin, which was unbearable. It seems that the flesh and blood melted in a moment, leaving only a skeleton.

She struggled to get out of the pool of blood. At that moment, she saw the scars on her body, which were densely covered with burnt marks. It was very ugly. She thought endlessly, maybe her face could not be seen by others, maybe Others can yell a ghost when they see it, but it doesn't matter, she can't go out now, let alone be seen.

The smell of new flesh and blood on her body was particularly noticeable amidst the smell of blood, and densely packed things that couldn't see clearly floated over.

She subconsciously ran away.

Aimlessly.

however……

The fresh smell of blood on her body is like fireflies in the dark night, so distinct and eye-catching, attracting countless things to surround her.

She was exhausted and gave up on herself. She didn't believe that these ghost things could do anything to her.

She lay panting on the ground.

Huffing and wheezing.

She hasn't been like this for many years.

It can be seen that she really can't run.

She is undoubtedly a loser.

She was lying on the ground, motionless, and the wound on her body gradually increased the amount of bleeding due to her previous running.

After those ghosts caught up with her, they covered her as if they were stimulated, and densely piled up on her body, biting like blood-sucking fleas. The damage was not high, but it was a long torture.

She waved her hand, as if she was trying to drive away the maggots attached to the bones, but she couldn't drive them away.

She bit her lips tightly to prevent her panic from being revealed. Anyway, no one would see and pity her, and her panic seemed to have a stimulating effect on these things. The more panicked she was, the biting things were biting The faster she tried to calm down, she crawled forward slowly.

Those things have been living on her body, like flies staring at carrion, never leaving her.

It seems that they will not dissipate until the blood is drained and the skin is gone.

She looked at the muscles on her body, which were almost nonexistent, and raised her hand to touch her cheeks, almost touching bones, and the collision of bones caused slight pain.

After she was stunned, her heart was sour, and she couldn't help but rejoice that fortunately, the blood pool could hardly reflect her current appearance, otherwise she saw it, and felt that she might as well die.

Excuse me.

She is such a vulgar face control.

After all, the master who saved her back then was not the handsome man he is now, but a middle-aged man with a pot belly or a bad old man. She thought that no matter what, she couldn't bear the feeling of wanting to give her body.

This face-seeking world.

She sneered, and walked forward, intending to see if there were any strange flowers and plants growing in these pools of blood so that she could maintain her life here?After all, it sounds like this pool of blood wasn't formed overnight.

It was probably because the flesh on her body was a lot less. When she moved, her bones collided with pain. She couldn't hold on after walking for a while, so she simply lay down on the ground to rest, and fell asleep unconsciously. When she woke up the next day He found that the flesh on his body had grown again. Could it be that this pool of blood still has the function of living the dead?

She secretly marveled.

After recovering most of the flesh and blood on her body, she found that something was wrong. Her body was itchy unbearably, as if something was arching there under the skin, and what was clearly visible on her body was a bump that bulged and quickly fell down. , like a worm wriggling.

She originally wanted to cut the flesh and blood with a knife, but what if what happened yesterday happened?
She thought about it, but still had lingering fears.

So I can only give up.

At night, Jun Weigui slept on a relatively flat blood pool, because it was too exhausting to stay in the blood pool for a day, and she scratched herself in a half-dream and half-awake state, and there were bloodstains on most places. The skin was broken, and the blood flowed from those wounds, attracting the ghosts of yesterday, and her body was quickly torn into yesterday's appearance again.

However, the pool of blood under her body gave her a human appearance again. Flesh and flesh grew out, but there were still bugs inside. She kept digging, repeating the cycle.

The flesh on her body was good and bad, bad and good, and it always made her feel very uncomfortable.

In her sleep, she vaguely dreamed that the Immortal from the Heaven was walking away with her back to her. His cold back was like the memory he left for her at the beginning, ruthless and unintentional.

She really didn't doubt that he could abandon her so decisively.

Therefore, she couldn't even ask why, because she was afraid that she would not be able to bear the answer he said.

On the other hand, she felt that she was extremely shameful, and often treated him like a gentleman with a villain's heart.

He rescued her from the Miemen case, and faced her biting his wrist in fear, he just watched indifferently, but he could faintly see the gentleness, because he squatted down and hugged her, Even if he is not good at words, he will touch her hair gently.

Therefore, even if he pretended not to remember her again, she still believed that he just forgot.

He taught her the fairy art, even though there was some displeasure in it.

He spread his wings to shield her from the wind and rain, and left her in a safe area. He looked at the ghosts and monsters outside alone, tall and straight like a bamboo, and never retreated a step.

(End of this chapter)