Even though he despised the man's scheming, Master Sanyang had to admit that the design of this thing, which resembled a puppet but was not a puppet, was truly ingenious.
Wen Wuquan smiled and said, "I thought that with the Taoist's supernatural powers, nothing could stump you."
Master Sanyang wiped his sweat: "How could I, a mere Taoist priest, possibly see through the entirety of this vast world?"
With the final stroke, "Little Red" melted into a pool of blood like a block of ice. No one else could see it, but Master Sanyang could see it clearly. Many souls emerged from the blood.
There is pure white, evil blackish-gray, and red that has committed murder.
Master Sanyang hurriedly pulled out a small bag to put them in, but he could only fit six in.
In Wenwuquan's view, he only saw Xiaohong turn into a pool of blood, and then the Taoist priest Sanyang waved the white sachet in the air before putting it away.
Then some of the white sachets turned black, some turned gray, and some turned red.
Just as Wenwu was about to ask a few questions, the curtain at the other end was lifted, and Meng Shi, with disheveled hair, rushed over: "Cousin, cousin, did you come to see me?"
Meng was very beautiful; even with her hair disheveled, she possessed a unique charm. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Wen Wuquan, then shifted again when they fell upon the pool of blood.
"Xiao Hong, how did you become like this again? Who turned you into this? I must help you get rid of him and turn him into your nourishment."
Meng threw herself onto the pool of blood, the crimson blood staining her hands, but she was completely unaware that there was anything wrong with her appearance.
Wen Wuquan's face turned pale and then red. He slapped Meng Shi across the face: "Do you know what you've done?"
"Cousin~" Meng pouted, feeling wronged.
"I knew you were a vicious woman all along. I didn't expect that after all these years, you haven't changed at all." Wen Wuquan looked at Meng Shi coldly, not particularly disappointed, after all, he had known her true colors for a long time.
I was just a little surprised; the truth was even crueler than I had imagined.
Master Sanyang coughed and looked at Madam Meng with a puzzled expression, "How did you manage to concoct this thing? And you even dare to carry it with you?"
Even if the master carries this "Little Red" he made with him, his body will be harmed by the yin energy, and his lifespan will not be long. This Meng family member is really quite bold.
"Who are you?" Meng's face darkened. "You're the one who killed my Xiao Hong."
Without hesitation, she drew her conclusion and, without caring what others said, stretched out her claws directly at Master Sanyang.
Master Sanyang quickly dodged backward and saw that Meng's fingertips were as long as half a finger and had a bluish tinge.
Master Sanyang's face darkened. He'd been wandering alone for so many years, and this was the first time he'd encountered such a situation. If he lost here, all the reputation he'd earned would be ruined.
Changfeng was so frightened by these changes that his legs went weak and he couldn't move.
"Enough!" Wen Wuquan shouted coldly, drew his sword from his waist and stabbed Meng Shi. Then he saw pale green blood flowing out of Meng Shi's body.
Meng said wistfully, "Cousin, no matter what, I will always love you. I am the only one in this world who can stay by your side. Now and in the future."
As she spoke, she poked Wen Wuquan's face with her long fingernails.
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