Chapter 176 Little Taoist, please let me go 13

What kind of eyes were those, childish yet full of hatred.

Jiang Zhi's fingertips trembled, the color on his face almost faded, and his lips turned pale.

The image was still playing, but Jiang Zhi turned his head away, not daring to watch any further. It felt like a small knife was ripping through his throat, slicing off piece after piece of soft flesh, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

"Why did he become like this?"

Jiang Zhi had smelled a faint demonic aura from Youchen, but she always thought that all the people she killed were evil monsters.

I never thought that the righteous young man with high spirits would one day become an executioner with a butcher knife.

[Host, do you know why Youchen can cultivate Buddha's light? ]

Meeting Xiaobai's meaningful eyes, Jiang Zhi shook his head.

Because there is no darkness in Youchen's world, he is a child of destiny, raised with the hopes of countless people, and therefore he is able to cultivate the compassionate Buddha's light. However, things will eventually turn into the opposite, and the Buddha's light leaves his body, taking away the last trace of his kindness.

After hearing what Xiaobai said, the face powder in Jiang Zhi's hand fell onto the dressing table with a plop, and the powder spread all over the floor. She bent down to pick it up in a daze, but was frightened by the cold feeling of her fingertips.

The sharp edge of the powder box cut my finger, and a trace of red appeared on my delicate skin, bringing a stinging sensation.

With his brows slightly furrowed, Jiang Zhi stared at the red in a daze.

Blood....

Fox demon blood....

“Knock knock.”

Two knocks on the door broke the silence in the room.

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, calmed his restless heart, walked over and opened the door.

There was a figure standing outside the door, it was not Youchen, but Old Jin.

His sharp eyes gripped Jiang Zhi's face, carrying the strong breath of a hunter, and he took in all of Jiang Zhi's nervous and uneasy movements.

Jiang Zhi's whole body was stiff, his clenched fingertips left crescent-shaped marks on his palms, and the wounds that had just been scratched were aching slightly.

Old Jin nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, his nose twitching and his eyes showing even deeper meaning.

He smelled blood...

Mr. Jin licked his lips subconsciously, a kind smile on his face.

"Would you like me to come in and sit down?"

How can you just enter a woman's boudoir?

Jiang Zhi was certain that this Mr. Jin had no good intentions.

Jiang Zhi glanced into the room and said, "It's a bit messy. If you have anything to say, please talk here."

The smile on Old Jin's face froze for a moment, and he stopped beating around the bush and asked in a cold voice, "What is your purpose in approaching Youchen?"

Not to mention what means she used to bewitch Youchen.

Just because of this fox demon identity, Old Jin didn't want to leave a hidden danger around Youchen.

He once told Youchen that the sin of killing was too great and the people he thought about would not have a good death.

He didn't know what kind of feelings this fox demon had for Youchen, but driving her away was also a disguised way of protecting her.

Jiang Zhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, leaning against the door. "I have to correct you. It's not me who approached him, it's him who imprisoned me."

After saying that, Jiang Zhi pulled open his collar, and the black mark on his neck appeared and disappeared.

This is! The trace of the chain!

So is it really as the fox demon said, that Youchen is harassing her?

"I can help you cut the chain mark, if you want to leave."

"Is this true or false?"

Jiang Zhi's heart was moved. Now that he was tied up with chains, he couldn't even get out of this small clinic, let alone go to the top of Qiongfeng to break the bell.

Now that there is a way to get out, she naturally cannot miss it.

But is this Mr. Jin worthy of her trust?

Old Jin suddenly retreated to two steps away from Jiang Zhi. A powerful golden torrent surged around his body. Two bloody holes appeared on his shoulder blades, and golden wings emerged from them.

This is...a golden eagle!

The fox's natural enemy!

Jiang Zhi finally understood where the uncontrollable fear came from.

Old Jin stretched out his hand, and a golden blade appeared in the air, slashing towards him fiercely!

Before Jiang Zhi could stop herself, a stream of scalding liquid poured onto her face.

It was blood, the blood of a golden eagle.

The sharp blade turned into wind and dissipated. Old Jin had regained his human form, but his left arm was gone.

Old Jin's face was pale, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he walked towards Jiang Zhi on trembling toes. In his palm was a golden dagger, and a dazzling golden light flowed on the blade.

Old Jin's voice suddenly became extremely vicissitudes, as if he was about to die in the next second. "This is called a bone knife, which is made from the golden eagle's arm. It can help you cut off the chain mark."

Jiang Zhi took the dagger, held it in his palm, and asked in confusion, "Why are you helping me?"

Mr. Jin is familiar with Youchen, so why would he do something that would make him angry?

Old Jin forced a pale smile and waved his hand gently, "I'm not only helping you, I'm also saving that stupid boy."

"Save Youchen?"

Mr. Jin didn't answer, turned around and left, his back hunched, like an old pine tree.

In the room

Mr. Jin suddenly collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away.

The pain of the sharp blade cutting off his arm did not disappear, and his whole body was in spasms due to the pain.

He bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making any sound. He only loosened his teeth and gasped until his mouth was full of blood.

A little bird flew in from the window, circled twice in the air, and finally landed steadily on Mr. Jin's shoulder.

"Master, why are you doing this?"

Mr. Jin caressed the bird's head lovingly and whispered, "I want to save him."

When the bird heard this, it flapped its wings rapidly and said indignantly, "He was so evil and killed so many goblins. His death did not deserve it."

Mr. Jin pretended to be annoyed and patted the bird's head without much force. "If you say something like that again next time, I will really hit you."

You only know how to favor that devil!

The bird snorted softly and turned its head away, ignoring him.

Old Jin smiled, and lovingly held the bird in his arms. He looked at the lush green scenery outside the window, feeling nostalgic and sad, and his thoughts seemed to be carried back to many years ago by the wind.

"This thing is so ugly! Let's pluck all its hair and make soup out of it!"

The young man who said this was wearing a long robe embroidered with gold thread and a green jade pendant. He cruelly used a stick to pick up the dying little golden bird.

The little golden bird's fetal feathers had not yet fallen off, and its entire body was golden brown. A small wound on its ankle was oozing pus and blood.

Upon hearing this, the other young man grabbed the bird's wings and plucked out a feather.

The little golden bird didn't even have the strength to scream, and its thin body trembled with pain.

He held a feather in his hand, placed it in the sun, and cried out in surprise.

"Hey, its feathers shine in the sun! Pluck them all, wash them, and put them in a vase."

"Good idea! Hahahaha!"

There was arrogant and proud laughter all around, harsh and unpleasant.

The little golden bird couldn't lift its eyelids. It could only feel a sharp pain in its body from time to time, and its consciousness gradually became blurred.