Bing Nandong stared at her, frowned, and urged Fan Zhiyi: "Come in quickly."
Fan Zhiyi knew he couldn't help much here, so he picked up the flailing black cat, pressed it into his arms, and ran away: "Grandfather, please be quiet for a while."
He learned his lesson this time and covered his hands with his sleeves in advance, thus avoiding any new injuries.
After entering the house, Fan Zhiyi poked a hole in the paper on the door with his finger and looked at the battle outside. The two men were fighting fiercely, neither of them giving in. However, judging from the situation, Xue Xiuniang should be at a disadvantage.
Only gnawed bones remained of her legs, and her torso wasn't in much better shape, with pits and holes all over it, and her internal organs vaguely visible. Half of her face had been bitten off, which was extremely horrifying.
I think Bing Nandong should be able to handle it, but even if he has this in mind, Fan Zhiyi has to see it with his own eyes to feel at ease.
Ah Yu then focused his attention on the black cat and advised it, "Be good, or we really won't be able to take you out."
Unexpectedly, the black cat seemed to understand, fluttered a few more times, and finally calmed down.
Ah Yu was surprised and said, "It can understand what I say. It ignored me before!"
People often say that black cats are very spiritual, and that animals' eyes can always see things that humans cannot see.
Outside the house, even though Xue Xiuniang was having difficulty moving, she still attacked Bing Nandong like a madman, waving a kitchen knife.
She opened her eyes so wide that they were no longer recognizable, and each move was fierce and deadly. Her legs spun in a twisted shape and finally broke with a "crack".
The moment Xue Xiuniang lost her balance and fell to the ground, she suddenly turned her head, with her body and head in completely opposite directions, staring straight at Bing Nandong, and ran towards him with her hands supporting her.
Bing Nandong summoned a red rope and wrapped it around the sword. Then he faced the challenge and put it around Xue Xiuniang's neck from behind. He touched her forehead with his thumb and twisted it downwards.
Along with the heart-wrenching roar, the red rope emitted bursts of red light, and black smoke could be vaguely seen floating out of Xue Xiuniang's body.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a translucent soul being gradually forced out of the rotten body.
The soul roared and clung to the body in an extremely strange shape, unwilling to leave.
Then, a cluster of sparks ignited at the tip of Bing Nandong's finger that touched her forehead. He kicked the body forward, watching it gradually be engulfed by the flames, turning everything into dust, and then he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth imperceptibly.
In order to save her life, Xue Xiuniang had to leave her body. In the firelight, everyone finally saw her true appearance.
Just like what Fan Zhiyi had seen in his mind at that time, she had an exceptionally bright and flamboyant appearance, but now there were hideous wounds on her shoulders and neck, and the blood had stained her dress red, which made her look even more creepy against her pale face.
"No, no! My body, my perfect body, I'm about to be reborn from here!"
Her voice was hoarse as she struggled to crawl to her own body, trying in vain to put out the fire with her hands, trying to use all the immortal techniques she had learned in her short life, but was bit by bit counterattacked, and could only watch it turn into nothingness.
Xue Xiuniang laughed for no reason, and then laughed as if she couldn't stop. She hugged herself and kept muttering, "Father, Mother, it's okay. You are still in my body. You will see when Xiuniang succeeds! Hahahahaha, you will always be with me. You won't deny me anymore!"
Bing Nandong stepped forward with his sword in hand: "Xue Xiuniang, from the moment you passed away, the Immortal Sect has already revoked your qualifications."
"Impossible!" Xue Xiuniang's spirit became more and more transparent. Fan Zhiyi understood that this was a sign that her soul was about to dissipate.
Xue Xiuniang roared, "Bing Nandong, it's all because of you, it's all because of you. I won't let you go! I won't let you go!"
Her eyes became full of resentment, and her facial features began to twist with anger, like a torn portrait. Her dark hair fell down due to her crazy movements, covering most of her face, and cold curses flowed out of her mouth continuously.
Fan Zhiyi felt that the spell was strangely familiar, and suddenly recalled shouting through the door, "Don't look into her eyes, she wants to control you!"
The night had completely fallen, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't see whether Bing Nandong had done what he said. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and almost rushed out to grab Bing Nandong and turn him around.
Instead of staring at Xue Xiuniang, it would be better to stare at the cat in his arms.
If Bing Nandong was controlled, the entire army would be wiped out.
Unexpectedly, a strong wind blew, and all the windows and doors opened and closed uncontrollably. Fan Zhiyi looked towards the dark room behind him in horror. A Yu suddenly shouted, "Behind me!"
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously took out the talisman and pressed it without saying a word. It was a wandering ghost that came from nowhere.
What a joke! In a place like this, Fan Zhiyi had to take out two more talismans to save his life.
Unable to stay in this room anymore, Fan Zhiyi went back to the corridor to look for Bing Nandong. After walking a few steps, he found Bing Nandong also walking towards him.
Fan Zhiyi trotted over, stared into Bing Nandong's eyes, and waved his hand: "Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you not under control?"
Bing Nandong shook his head and said nothing.
"Bing Nandong, do you think you've won? In this battle of interests, we are all victims, we are all losers! You are more pitiful than me!"
Xue Xiuniang shouted at the top of her lungs. Fan Zhiyi wanted to take a look at her current situation, but Bing Nandong blocked his view and said softly, "Let's go."
"How do we get out?"
"We can't get out. We'll all die here." Xue Xiuniang started laughing again, her body shaking with laughter. "Fan Zhiyi, this house really loves you."
Then he immediately stopped smiling, and every word he spoke was filled with venom: "Bing Nandong, I curse you. You finally got what you wanted. I want you to end up like me!"
Everything around began to change and collapse, including the corridor. Bing Nandong hugged Fan Zhiyi without saying a word, jumped onto the sword, and controlled the sword to fly in the air.
The feeling of flying on a sword was too wonderful. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but look down. Everything collapsed and reconstructed, and thousands of ghosts came out. Xue Xiuniang just sat on the ground in a daze, allowing herself to be dragged into the endless abyss by countless ghost hands again.
Help! Fan Zhiyi didn’t know he was afraid of heights.
He withdrew his gaze and grabbed Bing Nandong's clothes tightly.
Why does this sword feel so unsteady when stepped on? If possible, he really wants to become an octopus and stick to Bing Nandong.
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