In the cave, He Song's body was covered with scars. His originally bright and colorful sect uniform was now torn in several places. Blood was flowing out, causing the uniform to change color slightly.
He Song's face was pale and his lips were a little pale. There seemed to be some formation under him that could suppress his cultivation and prevent him from using any spiritual power, so that he couldn't even heal his wounds.
Trapped by chains, he had nowhere to hide or avoid, and could only let the person in front of him do whatever he wanted.
"You noble and upright people like to meddle in other people's affairs. Why don't you just let me see if you can walk out of here alive?"
Standing in front of He Song was the hunter's wife, "Qing Niang".
She held a dagger in her hand, and the blade was stained with a lot of blood, but her hand was still scratching He Song's body again and again.
But his tone was like winter ice, filled with extreme malice, and he was not prepared to give He Song any chance to survive.
The four-tailed fox huddled in a corner, with intense fear in its eyes. Its body trembled and curled up into a ball, making a slight whimpering sound, as if it was moaning.
He Song looked at the kind-looking girl in front of him, unable to understand why she would kill him.
"Girl, it's not too late to turn back." He Song didn't know how many times he had been slashed. He just felt a little dizzy. He opened his mouth, thinking that the person in front of him might just have been deceived by the monster. "It's not too late to stop now before something big happens."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Qing Niang laughed softly as if she had heard a joke. "You cultivators are quite funny. How can you turn back?"
"Nothing serious has happened?"
"Do you know how many lives I have on my hands?"
"I guess you don't know either."
"Do you think those who died at my hands would be so angry that they would crawl out of the ground if they heard what you said?"
He Song's whole body froze. He didn't expect the person in front of him to be so direct. For a moment, he felt even more dizzy. Just as he was about to speak, he heard another sneer.
"Oh, people like you will say anything to survive. It's a pity that I don't want to turn back. I just want to destroy the body and cover up the traces." She smiled and wiped the dagger on He Song's clan robe twice, then continued:
"Instead of trying to persuade me, you might as well pray that your companions can find you before you bleed to death."
The dagger went straight into his chest, and then she pulled it out again with force.
Blood splashed on her face, and He Song's consciousness became completely drowsy. She wanted to say something but didn't have the strength to speak. Her eyelids felt like they weighed thousands of pounds.
"Qing Niang" casually threw the dagger in her hand aside, and her eyes fell on the fox shivering in the corner. She slowly walked over there, then slowly squatted down and grabbed the fox's neck.
She was actually quite satisfied with her tail. Thinking of the prey Xu Shan had brought back today, the smile on her lips deepened.
"It seems you are going to lose the bet. Your sweetheart doesn't love you that much."
"Believe it or not, if he still returns empty-handed in the next few days, he will definitely come and take your life with his own hands."
Qingniang's voice was extremely gentle, which should have made people feel happy when listening to it, but the words she said at this moment made people feel cold all over.
The fox, whose neck was held, began to struggle violently almost instantly, and its claws were flailing frantically in the air, trying to attack Qingniang who was lifting it up.
It was obvious that the monster in front of her had deceived her, tricked her into changing her body, and caused her to be misunderstood by Xu Lang.
After several struggles, it finally succeeded.
A scratch suddenly appeared on "Qing Niang's" slender white wrist, and a series of blood beads appeared, and because of the sudden change, she threw it back to the ground.
The fox trapped by the chains did not run far. It could only curl itself up into a ball as hard as it could, and looked vigilantly at the monster that occupied its body.
"Qing Niang" looked at the wound on her wrist, glanced coldly at the fox on the ground, and finally did not attack again.
If it hadn't still had its body useful, she would have been dead just by that blow.
The four-tailed fox seemed to sense Qing Niang's murderous intent and curled itself up even tighter.
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He Song thought he would never have the chance to wake up, but after a while, he felt something furry rubbing against his legs, and something was slapping his face.
The pain and the smell of blood woke He Song up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw the four-tailed fox that he had caught a glimpse of before he fell into a coma.
It sat on his chest, one paw on the knife wound on his chest, the other front paw pressing on his right cheek, and its tail sweeping between his legs.
Seeing him wake up, the fox's tail suddenly became energetic, its eyes dilated slightly, and it seemed to realize something and quickly jumped to the side and lowered its head.
There was a lot of blood on the ground, and even some on the fox's fur.
"Cough cough." He Song couldn't help but cough lightly. Looking at the fox that was also locked up, he restrained his prejudice against monsters.
Thinking of what the girl said to it before she fainted, he thought for a moment and then spoke: "What did you bet with her?"
"A four-tailed fox, each tail lasts a hundred years. Four hundred years of cultivation would actually be trapped here by a human?"
He Song looked at the fox lying beside him, his eyes fell on the four tails, and his tone became a little more confused.
When the fox heard this, it seemed as if it had been touched upon by something sad. It excitedly gestured with its front paws, as if it wanted to tell He Song something.
But He Song looked at the fox gesturing, and didn't think too much about it at all. He just asked subconsciously:
"Four hundred years, and you still can't speak?"
"With your skill level, this formation shouldn't be able to trap you."
Four hundred years old can be considered a great monster. This soul-locking formation can certainly trap some small monsters, but it is not easy to trap a big monster.
The fox that was originally gesturing suddenly stopped, looked at He Song who was not far from death, and squeaked twice, trying to tell the person in front of her that she was not a real fox demon.
She thought that since this person was a cultivator, he naturally had some skills and might be able to distinguish the real monsters.
But it turned out that she overestimated He Song.
He Song thought the fox's behavior was a sign of anger and embarrassment.
"It seems that you are not that powerful, otherwise you wouldn't be unable to speak."
He Song said this, and suddenly smiled bitterly.
He was just daydreaming, thinking that he could use this opportunity to prove himself, but even a monster with such power could not do anything about this formation and could only be controlled by it, let alone him.
But when he thought that he was really going to fail here this time, he couldn't help feeling a little unwilling.
Looking at He Song who was inexplicably beginning to feel sad, Qing Niang had given up and retreated back to her own territory, instinctively licking her own fur.
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