My Lady Is Not A Demon

Under the turquoise light, the man's figure was stretched infinitely and bent on the wall, making it even more skinny and weird.

He stared down at the potatoes rolling to his feet, the hammer in his hand still held high.

"Crunchy—"

Slowly, he turned his head, making a weird noise in his neck.

It was an extremely scary face.

The whole face is wrinkled, completely burnt, and folds like ditches and centipedes crawling on the face, enough to scare any child.

Especially the pair of eyeballs, almost protruding out, like lizard eyes.

The man looked behind him, but found that there was nothing.

He turned his stiff neck, his bulging eyes scanned the cellar carefully, his mouth breathed white mist, and he stood up very slowly.

The hammer in his hand was still held high, and the cold light flickered.

The man walked towards the wooden frame step by step.

At this moment, Meng Yanqing was hiding in a corner on one side of the bookshelf, covering her body with a worn-out sack, mixing with the debris next to her.

She pressed her hand tightly to her red lips, trying not to make a sound.

The heartbeat beats quickly in the chest like a drum.

The man's feet made a long rubbing sound on the ground, and when he walked, the soles of his feet were barely lifted.

Two long shoe prints were dragged out on the ground...

Meng Yanqing watched nervously as the man walked slowly through the hole in the sack.

It wasn't until the man passed her shoulders that the woman breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the hammer hit the wall next to her fiercely, and the woman almost screamed in fright.

Meng Yanqing was delicate and tight, and her skin seemed to be covered with fine goose bumps.

The dust particles smashed out splashed on her body...

However, the man just smashed it, and then pushed his neck forward with his ears sideways, listening to the surrounding movement.

The distance between the two is no more than one meter.

Meng Yanqing could clearly smell the pungent burnt smell on the opponent's body even if she was covering her mouth and nose. This is not a normal charcoal flavor, but a charred flavor after roasting meat.

After a long time, the man turned and left.

He returned to the corner, squatted down and rounded the hammer, put the sharp long nail on the foot of own, and slammed it hard.

Nail this paragraph once, and then again...

Meng Yanqing still didn't dare to speak out. After waiting for a full ten minutes to make sure that the man would not look back, she quietly moved to stand up.

As soon as she stepped her foot, the woman almost fell to the ground.

But because of squatting on the ground for a long time, the blood could not flow back in time, and the eyes were also black and dizzy.

Fortunately, after a brief delay of over ten seconds, it returned to normal.

The woman glanced at the man squatting in the corner with her back to her, and carefully walked through the dark passage to the ladder.

Meng Yanqing grabbed the cold ladder with both hands, preparing to climb up.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a hint of coolness behind her.

Turning his head abruptly, he saw the skinny man standing at the other end of the corridor, holding the hammer high, and staring at her with compassion.

At this moment, the distance between the two is only a dark passage about five meters in length!

Huh!

The man dragged his feet and quickly caught up.

The hammer made a "stab lala" sound on the wall, which was particularly harsh in the dark and silent atmosphere.

The woman is chilly!

She hurriedly climbed up the ladder, but who knew that just halfway through the climb, the skirt hooked on a split wooden thorn and grabbed her.

Meng Yanqing pulled her skirt desperately, and when she looked up, the man was almost at the end of the corridor.

Sneer----

The skirt was torn apart by the woman's efforts, and Meng Yanqing was able to resume action.

At the moment she hurriedly climbed up, the man had already come to the bottom of the ladder, swinging his hammer and smashing it against the ladder!

Bang!

Under the violent shaking, Meng Yanqing almost let go. The woman squeezed the ladder to stabilize her body, and her bloodshot eyes were torn apart.

She gritted her silver teeth, endured the pain and continued to climb.

Seeing this, the man also climbed up the ladder, climbing the ladder extremely fast.

When Meng Yanqing was about to crawl out of the cellar, her ankle was suddenly grabbed by one hand. The next moment, I felt a fierce force pulling her down.

Meng Yanqing screamed, hurriedly stuck her arms to the mouth of the cellar, and kicked the man's hand with her other foot, but the other's hand was like a steel hoop, and she couldn't struggle anymore.

In a hurry, the woman suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed two seals from her arms and threw them down.

One Fuzhuan wiped the man's body, while another Fuzhuan happened to be thrown on his face.

Suddenly, the man uttered a shrill, scream like an owl, a blue flame ignited on his face, and then fell...

With free legs and feet, Meng Yanqing didn't care about the situation of the other party. He hurriedly crawled out of the cellar, pressed the wooden board on it, and then overturned the wooden cabinet next to it. Then he staggered back, gasping for breath.

The woman's eyebrows are extremely pale, and she writes fear and confusion in her eyes without reservation.

She covered her lips and wanted to cry, but she was still suppressed in the end.

Helplessness, fear, despair...

No one can understand the woman's mood at this moment.

She is alone in the entire village now, and countless ghosts and monsters seem to hide in the dark.

This will undoubtedly destroy a person's spirit.

The man's screams were faintly silent.

Meng Yanqing did not dare to stay here any longer, wiped the tears from her face, and left the hut.

A piece of cloth was missing from the skirt of the woman who had just been torn apart, revealing some thin, straight legs, but a circle of black marks on the ankles was clearly visible.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and it was still quiet as if the mute button was pressed.

The fog is full of Ghost Qi, and it is extremely ominous.

Meng Yanqing suppressed the sense of fear, firmly grasped Fu Zhuan in his hands, and walked cautiously in the alleys and deep lanes.

After a long time, she suddenly saw two figures hugging each other under a tree not far away.

It looks like a couple.

This time she didn't go forward rashly, and hid herself, and looked at it very carefully.

Sure enough, it was a pair of young men and women, hugging and kissing each other.

Only when the line of sight was clear, Meng Yanqing saw that the men and women were terrifying and burnt.

And they bit each other's tongues.

Obviously one party has torn off the other party's tongue and the root, but the other party has grown again...

It's creepy.

Meng Yanqing's stomach was upturned, and there was an urge to vomit.

She resisted the discomfort and fear, and slowly backed away until she was completely away from the couple, and then retched next to a tree.

This time the tears could not be stretched out at last, and the tears fell.

Under the desolate foggy night, the woman's back looked extraordinarily lonely.

After a little relief, Meng Yanqing continued on.

Along the way, she met several night walkers, these monsters are all burned faces, like monsters like demons.

Hidden in the dark, Meng Yanqing covered her nose and mouth, trying not to be discovered.

In this way, she avoided a few monsters in a thrilling manner.

But although safety can be vigilant, hunger and thirst have begun to bother women, and the exhaustion caused by them has become more and more intense.

After a while, the belly began to groan.

It is difficult to find food in this village, and Meng Yanqing did not see any dry food during the day.

But she was lucky and saw a fruit tree.

There are some green fruits on it.

After knocking down the two green fruits with a wooden stick, Meng Yanqing was not in a hurry to eat, she broke it apart and looked at it carefully for a while, and then took a small bite after she was sure that she could eat it.

The fruit taste is not very sweet, but rather astringent.

But for Meng Yanqing at this moment, it can be regarded as a relief. After eating a few in a row, my hunger and thirst were relieved a lot.

Huh!

The slight cracking sound of a wooden branch abruptly penetrated into the woman's ears. She was already alert and hid and looked around.

When the line of sight slowly moved over, he saw the figure of a child not far away.

"Little Xuan'er!"

Meng Yanqing yelled subconsciously, but the child suddenly ran away.

The woman was startled and hurried to catch up.

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