Wang Shan walked over, grabbed the lifeless person, dragged out the sedan chair with a disgusted face, and threw the person on the muddy mountain road regardless of it.

"Niang Xipi, this little girl still has a little bit to look at." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the bride's neckline, stabbed it, and tore the coat on the upper body.

", the little are still soft! Lao Tzu has never seen anything in his life, see my brother give you a shot first! Wang Shan's fingers touched the woman's soft little face, and an obscene smile welled up on her face.

This kind of touch is more touching than a living woman.

"Haha...... You're welcome, brothers. The rest of the three men coaxed daxiao.

"Little girl, if you want to hate, hate your sister, Lao Tzu will reluctantly ask for you, haha......" Wang Shan smiled lewdly and ripped off his trouser belt.

Squatting down with a force on her hands, and when she was about to tear off the woman's belly pocket, the woman, who had been dead for a long time, suddenly opened her eyes!

Those eyes were as black as an abyss, looking straight at the man pressing on her.

No one thought that someone who had already died would open their eyes.

"Yikes!" Wang Shan was taken aback, "Fraudulent corpse!" ”

Half of his pants were wrapped around his legs, and his staggering backwards caused him to stumble and fall like a.

The person next to him was also shocked, and hurriedly pulled out his weapon.

saw the woman's thin white little hand holding the handle of the knife on her chest, and pulled out the knife fiercely, and in an instant, bright red blood beads splashed out at the moment of drawing.

There was not even a hint of pain on her face, and there was a dark red, bloodthirsty glow in her dark eyes.

"Insult me! Die! ”

Four words burst out of her pale and bloodless lips.

"Kill her!" The men in black were stunned and immediately came back to their senses, and rushed towards the woman with their respective weapons.

They're fast, she's faster!

The wedding dress, which was stained black and red with blood, carried the moisture and fishy smell of rain.

The knife in his hand was cold and cold.

A knife was swung out, with the sound of the wind, and the momentum of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan permeated the universe. With the momentum of splitting mountains and seas, the blade approached the door, and the blood swung out with the knife softened together with the rain in the air, turning into a bloody rain in the sky.

The blood beads bloom when they reach the ground like cherry blossoms.

The sound of bones shattering and flesh splitting was unusually harsh in the empty mountains.

The red shadow gradually stopped, there were stumps and broken bones everywhere, and the hands of the man in black were still holding the knife, but they were already separated from the body, and they didn't even have time to scream, and they had already set foot on the road of no return to Huangquan.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

In the blood-colored rain, a woman in a messy wedding dress, holding the hilt of a knife in one hand, stood coldly in this earthly prison, like a bloodthirsty Shura who came from the flames of hell.

The blood in her chest still kept flowing out, and those cold, painless eyes looked indifferently ahead, as if the injured person had nothing to do with her at all.

In the distance, the neighing of birds and beasts was heard in my ears, and soon, a pair of people and horses appeared in the mountain road.

"This is it, King."

"There's a woman!"

"Bring it here." An icy and gorgeous sound rang out outside.

"Yes!"

The woman looked coldly at the crowd surrounding her, she stood against the wind, the blood on the steel knife mixed with the rain fell on the wet soil drop by drop, and her long black hair was scattered behind her, soaked by the rain, obediently sticking to her face, and her clothes were ragged, but it did not affect her momentum at all.