The pitch-black ink fountain line made a round arc, tightening Zhang Ning one by one, binding him like a fishing line, and pulling his body that was about to fall to the ground up!

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It was only at this time that Ning Rui realized that there was only a light wooden frame left in his hand. He blinked, looked at the pile of unkempt powder on the ground, and then realized that everything that had just happened was not an illusion!

Although his head was blocked and he didn't see anything, just listening to the movement had already made up a big drama in his brain.

At this time, Zhang Ning, who was firmly bound, blinked in a daze, he looked at everything in front of him in a trance, suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and involuntarily closed his eyes!

He remembered that he was not with Gu Rongan at the stall at the entrance of the hospital, why did he suddenly return to his aunt's house?

Before he could figure out these questions, he heard a girl in his ear suddenly scold: "Close your eyes!"

The voice contained a very majestic voice, and the tone was too harsh, he didn't have time to think much, and subconsciously closed his eyes obediently.

Seeing his movements, He Qing couldn't help but ease his expression.

Zhang Ning's eyes were open for too long, and there was no one to moisten him, and now he suddenly opened his eyes and focused everywhere, stinging was inevitable. Over time, there is also damage to the eyes. It's better to close it up.

What's more, what is about to happen is too shocking, let him close his eyes at this time, so that he will not accept such a big impact unsuspectingly.

He Qing pulled the ink fountain line in his hand hard, only to hear the sound of "swish", and the several layers of circles on Zhang Ning's body immediately tightened suddenly, strangling him with traces all over his body. If he hadn't been wearing too many clothes, he would probably be in pain at this time.

However, He Qing couldn't care much at this time, if the mirror opposite Zhang Ning was still there, he should have been startled when he opened his eyes just now!

Although he regained his senses, his pupils were still black and bright, and his face was still densely cracked, red blood and pale yellow tissue fluid were mixed together, and he couldn't help but say a word of disgust. There are also two fangs on the side of his mouth, and now his lips can't cover it at all, everyone present has been watching it for a long time, and he is quite calm, but he himself doesn't know anything about it, if he notices it, he can't be frightened!

However, this also proves that although the corpse qi in his soul has been expelled, the transformation of the soul shifting zombie has been partially completed, and another method must be used to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

"Stand still, don't move!"

He Qing said to Zhang Ning, seeing that he immediately stood firmly, she also seized the opportunity and immediately stretched the ink fountain line in her hand straight.

Then, He Qing stretched out the middle finger of her right hand and slid forward from the end of the ink fountain line by "brushing" more than ten centimeters, which was too fast, and the friction caused was also very large, and when she deliberately let go of the spiritual power protection in her hand, she was stinged by the burning of the rough rope.

Soon, blood immediately appeared on the abdomen of the middle finger that had been rubbed, and drops of blood emerged, which quickly seeped out, and slid forward drop by drop along the ink fountain line far down, without any stagnation.

These drops of bright red blood seemed to have their own spirituality, and they slid straight down the pitch-black ink line, even and quickly, and where the blood passed, except for the black that was a little brighter, there was not even a trace of residual blood.

In a moment, from top to bottom, the ink fountain line that wrapped around Zhang Ning's body snaked and slid to his feet.

He Qing glanced at the wound of his middle finger, which had recovered his smooth and white skin, and then, refusing to delay at all, he flicked his two fingers at the blood line, and immediately! A cluster of white flames immediately flew to the ink fountain line, and along the traces of the blood flowing, it burned "poof"!

The flames rose two or three inches high, as if He Qing had slashed not blood just now, but gasoline.

At this time, Zhang Ning, who was obedient and closed his eyes, did not know anything about this matter. But because his eyes couldn't see, his other senses became more and more sensitive, just listening to Gu Rongan and the others unconsciously gasp in unison, he knew that something terrible was happening to him!

However, He Qing's tone just now was too harsh, and until now, he didn't dare to sneak a glance at a star, so he had to barely hold back his curiosity, and still stood there, motionless.

Soon, he immediately felt a warmth from the back of his neck, as if a hair dryer was turning on hot air, blowing from the back of his neck all the way to his chest, to his waist and legs, to his knees, and then to his ankles...... The whole body was wrapped in a warm and hot air, and there was no longer the inexplicable cold and cold feeling that I had just now.

In the eyes of Gu Rongan and the others, the pure white flame began to burn forward from the back of Zhang Ning's neck, and the originally ordinary ink fountain line was like the lead of a firecracker at this time, silently moving the flame forward inch by inch. And the most surprising thing is that the flame has burned, but the tight ink fountain line is still there, and there is no trace of half of it burning!

Seeing that the flames had burned to Zhang Ning's ankles, slowly getting smaller and smaller, and gradually extinguished, He Qing's elbows retracted inward, and his feet stepped forward with a strange pace, his whole body twisted over, and the rope in his hand was pulled forward again, only to hear the sound of "hum", the world seemed to fall into a wonderful silence!

At this moment, the world in everyone's eyes seemed to be still, or time slowly closed its pace, He Qing's every subtle movement was divided into countless small details by this strange space, as if the video was slowly playing, and everyone could clearly see that every circle of ink fountains on Zhang Ning's body was trembling slightly.

The trembling black lines seemed to divide another world from Zhang Ning's body, and everyone watched, as He Qing dragged the ink fountain line back hard, Zhang Ning, who was standing there straight, seemed to have a double image at this time- Exactly the same he was dragged out of his body, covered in blue and black, as if it was an entity, and as if it was a phantom, and as the identical figure separated from Zhang Ning's body, the entire divided world seemed to be shattered, He Qing suddenly withdrew the ink fountain line in his left hand, together with the phantom on the other end of the line, and let it be directly rolled into the round ink fountain, without any trace of struggle. (To be continued.) )