"What's going on!" Jiang Yiming frowned and asked.
"I don't know. I only saw a black afterimage. That thing was moving very fast. Everyone, be careful." The disciple of Lingfu Sect answered with gritted teeth.
Jiang Yiming watched the disciples of the Lingfu Sect swallow the pills. Just as he was about to ask for more details, he heard Zhu Qingwu's very thin voice behind him: "Master, Senior Brother."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yiming turned around. When he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank. His foot, which was about to move forward, stopped in mid-air and his body froze in place.
Zhu Qingwu was wearing a pink gauze dress and had two cute buns on her head. Thumb-sized silver bells were tied to the buns, which made tinkling sounds when she walked, making her look more lively and agile.
However, Zhu Qingwu was now standing stiffly in the middle of the road. A black shadow appeared between her double buns on her head. Silver bells hung down from the buns and swayed gently. Part of the black shadow on her head also hung down and stopped beside her slender, white neck.
"That's... a bat!" a monk exclaimed.
"Master, Master..." Zhu Qingwu's throat seemed to have suddenly broken down, and she couldn't make the sound she wanted. Her red eyes were already filled with tears, but she still didn't dare to move too much: "Help..."
Jiang Yiming had also adjusted himself at this time. He had just taken a step forward when the bat on Zhu Qingwu's head immediately discovered him, quickly raised its head and hissed at him. The sharp bone spurs that were originally clinging to Zhu Qingwu's neck immediately stuck to Zhu Qingwu's skin, as if warning him not to move.
Jiang Yiming froze obviously and dared not move anymore, but a trickle of blood still flowed out of Zhu Qingwu's neck. The blood slowly meandered down along the white neck, passed the collarbone, and sank under the collar.
"Woo—" Zhu Qingwu snorted softly, and the tears that had been accumulating in her eyes for a long time burst out.
There was no time to treat the wound on Xiong Qi's calf, and blood was still flowing out. The smell of blood on the street, which was originally not obvious, became more and more obvious.
The bat on Zhu Qingwu's head was originally looking vigilantly in the direction of Jiang Yiming. Slowly, it lowered its head, sniffed around with its little head, crawled down from the top of his head, and finally stopped on Zhu Qingwu's shoulder, licking the blood flowing from Zhu Qingwu's neck with its tongue.
Plop—Zhu Qingwu fainted on the ground.
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