Chapter 76: Bones Dressing
The red-clothed female ghost yelled, "It's none of his business! I was hungry at night, so I went out to look for blood food, but I ran into you. It's my bad luck!"
"Ahem! Madam, you don't have to lie to him. You and I are husband and wife. If you die, how can I live alone?"
Wu Youzhang was kicked so hard by Jiang Zhou that he couldn't even stand up. He slowly crawled towards the woman in red.
The red-dressed female ghost screamed, "Wu Lang, don't come over here!"
"Silly boy, you and I have been married for many years, how could I not know you?"
Wu Youzhang did not stop. He slowly crawled to her side and gently lifted the quilt covering her head, revealing a face whose flesh had melted away, revealing its white bones.
There was no trace of fear in his eyes, but a hint of tenderness: "Do you know why the bookstore is called Boguzhai? Bogu Bogu means white bones."
With the Wujun accent, Bai Gu is Bo Gu.
The red-clothed woman's face, which was full of pits and was still melting, froze.
Wu Youzhang smiled and said, " I knew it a long time ago. I knew it from the first time we met. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to watch you put on makeup again... ahem!"
The red-clothed female ghost showed a trace of affection and regret in her eyes: "Wu Lang... it's all my fault. I shouldn't have... humans and demons are on different paths. I've harmed you..."
Jiang Zhou moved the knife in his hand, and the reflected knife light woke up the female ghost in red.
He opened his arms and blocked Wu Youzhang's way: "What happened tonight was all my own decision. Wu Lang has never hurt anyone before. Please let him go!"
Jiang Zhou's eyes flashed with a glimmer, but he just looked at Wu Youzhang: "Let me ask you, have you ever wanted to kill me?"
Wu Youzhang laughed bitterly: "Haha, you don't need to ask."
"Since I already knew that my wife was a demon, how could I not know what she did? Over the years, I have relied on her power to get rid of countless people who were in the way."
"You are one of them. It's your fault that you rejected me. I wanted to help you print books with good intentions. Why didn't you know what's good for you?"
Jiang Zhou nodded: "Okay."
There was a flash of knife.
The hand rises and the knife falls.
A column of blood gushed out from the smooth fracture of Wu Youzhang's neck.
Human heads rolled on the ground.
"I'll fight you..."
The woman in red just screamed, and then she saw a burst of hot aura suddenly burst out from Jiang Zhou's body. He took a step forward, and his body shot out like an arrow, leaving several afterimages behind him.
The five-foot distance was reached in an instant.
Appeared in front of the woman in red.
With the remaining force of thunder , the sword flashed, and the frosty cold light was accompanied by a burning blood flame, and it cut down the head.
The female ghost in red was instantly split into two halves!
Under the high tension and excitement, Jiang Zhou's mind and body were like thunder, his blood was burning like fire, and he slashed out with the strongest sword he had ever achieved before.
The female ghost was cut into pieces with a knife.
One sword cuts off a living person's head, and one sword cuts into the corpse of a demon.
This was not the first time he killed a demon, but it was the first time he was involved in such a dangerous and bitter battle with a demon alone.
It was his first time killing someone!
Jiang Zhou didn't seem to feel scared, nor did he feel disgusted.
There was only a heart beating violently in the chest, and the blood was surging as if it was burning.
Jiang Zhou pressed his hand to his chest and took a deep breath.
I don’t know whether I want to calm myself down with this, or feel my heartbeat and blood boiling.
Under the red clothes, there was only a skeleton cut in half by a knife.
At this time, a ball of hazy light floated up and sank into the ghost and god atlas that floated out from the center of the eyebrows and was slowly cut open.
A picture slowly unfolds.
An armored cavalry army broke through the tranquility of a small village like a torrent.
The villagers wailed and fled under the swords of the armored cavalry.
Old people, children, and women fell into the water one after another.
All the food and property in the village were looted.
Young and strong men were abducted to serve as soldiers, and young and beautiful women were plundered to satisfy their animal desires.
A young girl, with nowhere to escape and unwilling to be humiliated, jumped off the cliff behind the village.
The scene changes.
Insects chirp in the mountains and streams gurgle over rocks.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast golden ripples across the stream.
A picture of an ethereal and clear evening scene in the mountains.
But in this quiet and peaceful evening scene, there is a horrifying scene.
By the stream, a body that had become swollen and rotten due to being soaked in water was washed under a huge rock by the current.
Judging from her clothes, she is the girl who jumped off the cliff.
A ghost wrapped in black fog, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly but whose hideousness and terror can still be felt, is using its claws wrapped in black fog to cut open the chest of a corpse.
He pulled out clumps of dirty meat and chewed them with a sizzling sound.
Not long after, the body became a pile of bones with only a few blood threads left, stuck under the boulder.
The water flows but the corpse does not move.
The scene changed.
A group of merchants passed through this forest. A young man came to the stream to drink water and saw the bones that were stuck under a stone and had been washed by the stream and had already become rotten.
The man, whose face turned pale with fear, still suppressed his intense fear, took out the skeleton, buried it on the spot at the edge of the forest, and erected a wooden tablet.
The screen changes again.
In the wind and rain, a much older man was passing by on his business trip again. He thought of the bones he had buried that year, and felt sorry for them because they died in the deserted mountains and no one knew about it. So he wanted to go to the place where the bones were buried to pay tribute.
Braving the wind and rain, I came to the stream, but I did not see the lonely grave that I had built with my own hands.
At the location of the lonely grave, there was a thatched cottage with the wooden door half-closed.
The man didn't have time to think and rushed into the thatched cottage.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The rain is too heavy..."
The man was in a dishevel and he kept apologizing before he could even look inside to see if there was anyone there.
When he raised his head, he was suddenly struck by lightning and was stunned.
Strangely enough, the moment he stepped into the hut, the wind and rain outside stopped.
His eyes were dull and stupid, staring at the room and the window.
Becoming more and more obsessed.
There was a woman, dressing herself in front of a mirror under the window.
Her eyebrows are dark and frowning, and her lips are red and rosy.
After the rain, the sun shone through the forest, casting a faint afterglow on her body, making her skin as crystal clear as jade and her look lazy.
The man was fascinated by the woman at the first sight and could not take his eyes off her.
He felt an unprecedented impulse and came behind the woman.
Her words were frivolous but full of concern: "Whose beauty is this? Why are you dressing up here? The mountains and wilderness are dangerous, aren't you afraid? Where are your family members?"
The woman smiled sweetly: "Anyone can come to this mountainous area, so why can't I? I have no parents, and no one is willing to marry me, so where can I get my family from?"
The man was filled with infinite joy and blurted out, "I'm also unmarried, why don't you marry me?"
The woman said angrily: "You are so rude!"
The scene changes again.
A man and a woman lived together in a thatched hut in the mountains, spending every day together and being intimate with each other.
Finally, on a moonlit night, a red candle flickered in the thatched cottage.
A man and a woman, dressed in bright red wedding dresses, are getting married.
As the red candle flickered, the silk-decorated bronze mirror by the window reflected the shadows of the two people on the couch.
A man, a skeleton.
The picture continued to change several times, and finally stopped at one picture.
The storm had just stopped, in a thatched cottage in the mountains, a woman in a red dress, her bones bare, was leaning against the window, facing the mirror, lazily drawing her eyebrows.
Next to the catalog, lines of text appeared...
