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Chapter 23 Bloody Red Rose

He was in a dark room, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see the situation with the naked eye, because there was no complete darkness here, and there was no light source.But as a quantum state, he can still observe the indoor scene.

It can be described in four words: corpses are everywhere.

And this "corpse" is a "broken corpse".

The scattered remains of broken limbs, like toys broken by urchins, were randomly and messily discarded on the ground, revealing a pure cruelty that is extremely close to innocence.

Even Chen Zhaomei, who had experienced many battles, would turn pale with shock when he saw such a scene.

He couldn't bear to look closely at the mess that smelled strongly of blood, so he swayed and moved forward along a narrow corridor.

As a spirit, he swam through the corridor engraved with mysterious spells, and came to a locked door.For the Ghost Warrior, though, the world has neither walls nor doors.

The ghost Chen Zhaomei, who knows how to move in a quantum state, easily walked through the door and came into the bright room.

Chen Zhaomei originally thought that the scene just now was shocking enough, but unexpectedly, the scene in the room could be even more shocking!

He was completely stunned—

because……

He saw "himself".

A "Chen Zhaomei".

The "Chen Zhaomei" in front of him had his limbs hung up by red threads, his body was like a bat, his hands were spread out, and he was hanging on the dark stone wall.His eyes are also as black as a bat, unable to penetrate a gleam of light, as if completely blind—but if you look carefully, you can find that he is not blind...

He is, dead.

A red knife mark cut diagonally down from his forehead and reached his chest. Bloody, it tore his beautiful skin in half, exposing bones and carrion in the gap.

If you look carefully, you can find that the body of "Chen Zhaomei" is not just this knife mark.It can be said that he has knife marks all over his body.Chen Zhaomei, as a soldier with a theoretical foundation and practical experience, he came to a very accurate conclusion: "Chen Zhaomei" has at least a hundred knife marks on his body, and judging from the state of the wound, it was cut when he was alive of.

Generally speaking, a person is almost gone after a dozen cuts, but experienced and cruel veterans can make a person survive a hundred cuts, and feel the pain of bloody flesh.This is the familiar "Ling Chi".

The "Chen Zhaomei" hanging here was executed by Ling Chi.

Just from the state of his death alone, we can infer how much pain he suffered in the last moment of his life.

Chen Zhaomei looked at the tragic death of "myself", and my heart was full of strangeness, suspicion and fear.

At this moment, the body was moved.

It was only then that Chen Zhaomei realized that she was too immersed in the shock of seeing "my" corpse, and even ignored that there was a second person here.

And this second person was enough to make Chen Zhaomei speechless - it was Bai Gui.

No, it's not like that.

He had never seen Bai Gui with such a dress and expression before.

It was a white rose in bright red clothes.

As the name suggests, Baigui always only wears white.Occasionally wear some accessories, the color is very light, to bring out his gentleness and elegance as a lady.

He had never seen such a bright color on Bai Rose, let alone such a large area, which was as red as fire.

Judging from his appearance and figure, this person is the same as Bai Gui.

But if you look closely, you can still see that the red rose is a bit paler and haggard than the white rose in Chen Zhaomei's memory.

Perhaps it was because he lived in this dark room for a long time without seeing the sun, so his skin became ghostly pale, and his whole body was lifeless.

Thinking of the countless dismembered corpses he witnessed just now, and seeing the "self" being hung up with his own eyes, Chen Zhao shuddered.

And in such a bloody environment, Hong Rose is at ease.He even made a pot of tea, as if at home.A height-adjustable stool was placed next to the body of "Chen Zhaomei". Hong Gui sat on the chair, gently took "Chen Zhaomei"'s scarred arm with one hand, and raised a needle with the other.

Chen Zhaomei reads witchcraft books in Baigui's study, and recognizes the needle and thread in Honggui's hand: it is the legendary "needle and thread of life and death" that can surpass the sky.

He still remembered that according to legend, the witch god should suffer a calamity, and his body would be shattered.Pluto crossed the underworld at the risk of losing his soul, scooping up the broken souls and twisting them into silver threads.He took another fairy bone of his own and polished it into a white bone needle.As a result, he created such a set of magic tools that communicate yin and yang, transcending life and death, and sewed up the body for the witch god, repairing the golden body.

And such a magic weapon has already soared together with the body of the witch god.But later generations also followed the example of mortals, crossing the underworld, taking their own roots, and forging artifacts.But because the process is dangerous and extremely difficult, most of them have failed.The last known success story was a famous witch 50 years ago.She is also an educator. In order to prove the feasibility of this magic weapon, she made a set of needlework for life and death.After she finished, she donated the set of needlework to a large museum for exhibition and teaching.

Besides, no one has ever heard of a needle for life and death anywhere in the world.

But now, this kind of legendary treasures are like needles and threads on a small commodity stall, they are full and neatly arranged, and can be used at will.

Hong Rose threaded the needles carefully, and stitched up the opened skin of "Chen Zhaomei" stitch by stitch.

Hong Gui is so arrogant and savage, but here she is as quiet as a virgin, like a most serene embroidery worker, using all her mind to sew up the lifeless skin.

The sharp needles pierce the soft skin, pass through, and suture—the scars disappear instantly, like a new life, smooth and clean like high-quality suet jade.However, such cleanliness is nothing more than a dead thing that has been perfectly repaired.Corruption exudes a heavy breath in the body of "Chen Zhaomei", which cannot be changed by any rare artifact.

Hong Rose tried her best to sew up in vain, which only made "Chen Zhaomei" look more ominous and frightening.

No matter who saw such a scene, they would inevitably feel uncomfortable, let alone Chen Zhaomei herself.

At this moment, he was floating in mid-air like a transparent spirit body, looking at the torn and stitched "self" hanging on the stone wall engraved with strange spells with curious and frightened eyes.But the dignified Bai Gui, who has always only worn white, was dressed in bright red, and was concentrating on "beautifying" her corpse.

Chen Zhaomei's mind was buzzing all of a sudden, and his three views were shattered:

God, it's terrible!

Dare to love Bai Gui to dream in the early hours of the morning just for the sake of dreams?

Shit, I thought he was prudish, but who would have expected him to be a pervert!

No matter how weird a person's dream is, it cannot actually surpass the dreamer's cognition.If Bai Gui had never experienced a bloody incident, even if he dreamed of a dismembered corpse, the picture of the dismembered corpse should be relatively vague and distorted, and it shouldn't be so real and specific.

In other words, Bai Gui has indeed seen a real severed arm and stump, and it is also possible that he really stitched up the corpse of Ling Chi!

Thinking of this, a chill rushed to Chen Zhaomei's forehead: Help, mom, there is a pervert here!

Chen Zhaomei lamented that she had really overestimated her integrity and underestimated Bai Gui's lower limit.

If he had known that Bai Gui liked seeing people with five people and six people, he would not have said anything to disturb the stable life of his noble son!

Chen Zhaomei was so frightened that the crap flowed out, and the spirit subconsciously backed away.

At this moment, Hong Gui suddenly raised her head, her eyes swept straight to where Chen Zhaomei was.