Chapter 817: Cremated, possessed

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Nanxun suddenly asked: "Small eight, what do you think of Meng Ziyi's scabbard?"
Little eight more intelligent beasts, immediately understand, "Do you want to attach to the scabbard?"
Nanxun smiles and nods. "The idea is good. Big boss usually treats the knives as a baby. If you have nothing to touch, I will attach it to the scabbard. Isn't it... oh, so shy~" Eight interrupted her sweet dream: "Don't think about it, but it is a smashing knives that have been smashed by countless evil spirits. The nemesis of the world's evil spirits, don't say it is attached to it, even if it is close to it! This sly knives are the result of a big boss. It’s no match with an artifact like a meteor and a sword, but it’s also a first class.
In addition to the demon weapon, following the big boss in the past few years, because the demon has counted a lot of intelligence, has been very sensitive to the evil spirits.

Nancy slightly raised his eyebrows, "Oh?" he said. "That's why I just got close to it, and used it to cut off a tail of the three-tailed white fox?"
Xiao Ba Yi, "I am wondering about this. Even if the scorpion knife is badly wounded, it is still very sensitive to evil spirits. It cannot allow you to be close."
Nanxun suddenly joined hands: "Oh, I know!"
Xiao Ba:?
Nancy: "It’s not because I’m so embarrassed to see the flowers and see people love the knife and see the knife.
Seeing the little Bayi face speechless, Nan Xiaoha laughed, "Cute you, although I am not human, but I There is no disgusting breath on the body, and the sword is nothing but irritating. Since there is no irritating smell on my body, it will not resist me. Maybe
It feels the urgency of my desire to save its owner?

Xiao Ba Qiang was convinced by Nan Hao.
After Meng Ziyi and the three-tailed fox demon, after a big battle, one night has passed, and the sky is white.
After dawn, everything changed here. A big house disappeared out of thin air and became a wilderness land that is no different from other places. The only difference is that there are many people here, and there are foxes who died here not long ago. Son Fox.
The rescued caravans, under the leadership of the bearded man, brushed their knees and gave Meng Ziyi three heads. "Thank you for the help of the master!"
They have been doing fur business for many years, hunting those hairy animals, and then peeling off their furs and selling them everywhere, but now they can see so many fox bodies, but they have no idea of ​​peeling them to sell.
A few people even began to wonder if it was because they had made too many killings, so they met today’s foxes.
Meng Ziyi didn't say anything. After he smashed it, he didn't know where the scabbard fell and flew into his hand.
He sat down cross-legged, took the old cloth towel out of the parcel, and began to wipe the blood on the knives, rubbing it one inch and one inch, and rubbing it extremely carefully.
But this time, the blood on the scorpion knives is too much, and he can't wipe it clean.
The bearded man quickly took off his clothes and handed it to him. "Master, use my shirt to wipe it. I have new ones."
Meng Ziyi's action was slightly stunned. He did not pick up his shirt. Instead, he handed him a towel full of blood. He said: "Let's find a place to wash."
The bearded man finally heard him talk, and quickly took the blood cloth towel, and he found a piece of water to wash the blood cloth towel.
After repeated this several times, Meng Ziyi finally wiped out his own demon knife.
He reinsert the scabbard into the scabbard and then sat down to rest.
The caravan had a total of 18 people and died eleven. They were all robbed and died. Everyone put the dead people together and put them together.
So many people can't take the road, they can only be cremated, and they can take their ashes back home.
Thinking of the fairy-like girl with the master, the beard told the brothers to carry the girl.
"Ah! God!" The man who was going to lift the body suddenly screamed out of control.
A few people heard the sounds rushing and were shocked.
The girl’s body turned into a thin piece of paper, humanoid paper!
The paper man wore the same veil dress as the girl, and the facial features on his face were drawn with pen and ink, but the five senses were really real.
How can a good end person become a painted paper person?
"Boss, this girl should not be paper change?"
The bearded man did not speak and turned to look at the blind eye master.
Their voices are not low, he should have heard them all, but he is still sitting in the same place with the old god, with no expression, making people feel unpredictable.
If it weren't for his hand that gently stroked the scabbard in his hand, the bearded man would think that he was falling asleep with his eyes open.
Seeing that the master of catching the demon did not speak, the bearded man made himself the master. "Take this aunt... this paper man is also cremated."
When Meng Ziyi heard this, the hand holding the handle suddenly became tight, and the other hand touching the scabbard also slammed. After a brief pause, his hand holding the handle was loose, and the hand touching the scabbard line again. Regained the friction.
Suddenly, snoring.
After the house disappeared, the previous "Spring Palace" hanging on the wall was hung on a small branch. At this time, the branch broke and the picture fell and fell into the grass.
The scrolls spread out on the ground, and the people in the painting were gone, leaving only a few white yarns floating in the paintings.
Everyone else was busy, and did not hear this subtle noise. Meng Ziyi’s ears moved slightly.
The bearded man and a few people have already picked up the firewood, just the showers, the firewood is wet, and several people have tried for a long time, and they can't live without fire.
The fox demon happened. This place is not willing to stay. What if the fleeing goblin returns, or find other more powerful goblins? However, they have limited manpower and cannot transport so many people.
In the end, the bearded man decided to temporarily bury these brothers nearby, and then turned back their corpses to their hometown.
When several people dug the pit, Meng Ziyi suddenly stood up with a sly knives and walked to the "corpse" of the painting spirit.
The body can't be cremated, but this thin piece of paper can burn out.
He crouched down and reached out and touched it. When he touched the paper man, his fingertips trembled.
A little, he put down the sly knives, put the thin paper man in his hands, and swept his hands to sweep the dust that did not exist.
Meng Ziyi "sees" the paper man in his hand for a moment, and one of the hands held slowly slides to the top of the paper man's head, pinching her and erecting it.
Then, his other hand took out from his arms... the fire broke.
"To help the demon cremate this kind of thing, I am still doing it for the first time, huh..." Meng Ziyi snorted, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or laughing at something else.
Nan Wei: Meng Ziyi, I am your uncle!
Seeing that the flame was about to burn onto the paper, Meng Ziyi’s look suddenly changed.
He slammed into the fire, and grabbed the sly knives next to him.
"……Grandmaster."
A weak cry rang in his ear, low and soft, and a gust of wind blew, and the voice dissipated, as if it were an illusion. Meng Ziyi heard the ear tremble.