"Don't you find it interesting? Pain can make a person sober, Qu Yanqing - Are you sober now?" A gun appeared in Han Yan's hand.

A pure black pistol with no entity and only illusory outlines.

This is his most convenient weapon offering. For someone like him who is not very good at melee combat, long-distance supernatural heat weapons are undoubtedly the best choice.

"Did you feel that your strongest mourning title is not enough to see in the face of despair?"

"Ah, maybe." Qu Xianqing knew there was something wrong with her wound, so she simply put away the golden bell and used her left hand to tear off a circle of fabric at the hem of the patient's clothes.

The long fabric was wet and had been infected with blood long ago, and it seemed shocking to hold it in your hand.

She cooperated with the hand holding the sword, used a strip of cloth as a blindfold, covering her eyes and then tied a knot on the back of her head.

Han Yan did not stop her. It can be said that he didn't care about Qu Yanqing's movements at all. Qu Yanqing only feared him for swordsmanship. In addition, he was sure to defeat any sacrifice with special abilities.

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He was interested. Even if Qu Xianqing could temporarily awaken other senses with a specific action of "blindling his eyes", he would just struggle to death.

The most important thing is that he is the perpetrator in this game, and Qu Yanqing is just a patient. He can kill Qu Yanqing, but Qu Yanqing cannot kill him. The rules are on his side.

All Qu Xianqing's struggles were just betting on a chance to escape. When Yu Xing killed another person and someone sounded the alarm, she could accuse him in the identification process.

But...will anyone believe it?

Qu Yanqing's words can be trusted by the guests present, but will the audience outside the venue believe it?

No, as long as he slightly reverses the black and white, he accuses Qu Yanqing, the audience who has long been prejudiced will make up for the details themselves, thinking that Qu Yanqing is lying.

Who made her a stupid woman who never knew how to care about other people's feelings?

When Han Yan thought of this, he laughed happily again. He moved his fingers in great interest. Suddenly, the wounds on Qu Yanqing's body exploded one by one under the pull of the thread of nothingness. She seemed to have been washed away by blood. Except for the beautiful face he deliberately left behind, none of them was intact.

"Does it hurt? It hurts. You're not crying out yet. Maybe only Yu Xing has heard it on the bed?" Han Yan remembered rumors from the outside world at this time, then shook his head and chuckled, "No, although they all said that, I don't think you are that kind of relationship. You are just a pawn. How could he reach that troublesome relationship with you?"

Obviously, the relationship between boyfriend, girlfriend and even husband and wife was described as "innumber of trouble" by Han Yan.

Qu Yanqing thought that Han Yan had a wife and gave birth to Han Xinyi with his wife, and then his wife disappeared from then on.

I'm afraid all Han Yan wants is a child whose genes are similar to him and who can be trained to be a degenerate line.

"Then let me be the first person to hear you cry for pain? Scream, I promise you that as long as you cry for pain, I will kill you directly and no longer torture you?" Han Yan slowed down and coaxed him in a low voice.

When Qu Xianqing heard his words, he felt that he wanted to believe it, as if he would definitely keep his promise, as if killing her directly was a gift.

But……

Qu Yanqing held the sword tightly, and even though every inch of her skin was cracking, her hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Her wrist stained with blood had deep bone-visible scars. In this way, she was still moving freely, as if she couldn't feel pain.

Indeed, she never hurts.

Because she doesn't hurt.

"It's a pity that there is an information that you haven't gotten."

"Is it because I'm too strong and I'm too injured, so you haven't noticed it?"

The ethereal voice brought a hint of mockery.

The sword in Qu Yanqing's hand suddenly broke.

It was just a common sword. It was rumored that [Evil Grace] killed countless people. The more they killed in a deduction, the more beautiful they were, so it was not surprising that Han Yan saw the sword just now, because this evil sword had never seen blood in the hospital of fear.

But now, the usage of this sword seems to be different from the information.

The sword body broke into more than a dozen pieces in just a moment. The rust and blood on the fragments mixed together, and they stagnated strangely in the air. The next moment, they actually inserted into Qu Yingqing's already scarred body!

"I can't feel the pain at all."

One end of the fragment was buried in the flesh, and the other end was breathing in the dark air, gradually fading away the false shell, revealing its true appearance after it was broken.

Han Yan's face changed and he immediately retreated several meters. The white of his eyes disappeared. At first glance, it looked almost pure black. The pure black eyes reflected the state of Qu Yingqing at this time.

I saw strands of mist slowly appearing on the fragments, condensed into a huge ghost phantom behind Qu Yingqing.

That was also a woman.

In other words, it was a translucent woman with exactly the same appearance as Qu Yanqing. As her blood rushes, the woman was wearing a blood-red long skirt, with black hair scattered, some of which gathered into hair ropes, hanging masks that seemed to be life-like. The remaining hair stretched into the darkness, and there was no sight.

The woman's face was as pale as white paper, her eyes were closed, and there was a trace of blood-stained patterns at the corners of her eyes. Her mouth curled up and opened and closed slightly. The voice of Qu Yanqing that Han Yan heard just now came from the woman's mouth.

"Han Yan..."

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to open her eyes. She raised one arm, bent Qingqing and raised one arm.

The blood energy in her hand condensed into a blood-red sword, and the same thing appeared in Qu Yanqing's hand. The blood-red sword from the hilt to the tip of the sword seemed to have been polished by a craftsman for several years, and the patterns were carefully drawn in each place. The flowing blood energy was the patterns on the sword.

An eyeball was inlaid in the middle of the hilt of the sword, and the eyeball was spinning. After locking Han Yan, two lines of blood and tears flowed out from the cloth that was blindfolded by Qu Yingqing.

"You haven't seen a real witch yet..."

The woman behind Qu Yanqing suddenly opened her eyes!

All the lines of nothingness collapsed in an instant, strangling all the way towards Han Yan's source. Han Yan released these lines in a critical moment, so that his fingers were not broken.

At this moment, a sense of fear that had never been seen before shrouded Han Yan. Although Qu Yanqing's breath was still at the level of mourning, the power from the sword and the woman in a blood-red dress was enough to make the despair tremble!

Countless broken thoughts flashed through Han Yan's mind.

Qu Yiqing is not afraid of pain.

Qu Yanqing can move freely even if his joints are injured.

Qu Yanqing's throat was cut and still not convicted of death.

Qu Zhiqing's mouth can speak even if he doesn't move.

Qu Yiqing seems to have no other senses.

Qu Yiqing's cold temperament is always out of place with the hostility hidden in her body.

...Qu Yanqing's movements were almost the same as the ghost woman behind him, like a puppet.

He lost the control of the line of nothingness over Qu Xianqing. Now, it was the devil-like woman who was controlling Qu Xianqing.

No, no.

Han Yan understood.

Qu Yanqing has never been the woman who looks pretty and tall, has high combat power and is slightly less intelligent.
Chapter completed!