Chapter 97 Insect
In the silent night, several people in the dark bedroom breathe deeply. Among them, it was Ye Yuanhong who was lying peacefully. Next to him stood two warriors with armored warriors. The two warriors were responsible for guarding the eldest prince, because the two attacks of the eldest prince had to be more guarded! These two warriors and the other eight warriors who changed shifts are warriors who came out by the general himself. They are proficient in step fighting, horse warfare, shooting, assassination and scouting skills. They are almost the most powerful warriors, even comparable to the Yulin army of the royal family.
These warriors obey the order of General Zhentian wholeheartedly. Will they not hesitate to carry out such an order even if they commit suicide, as long as the order is confirmed to be from the general? Now their responsibility is to protect the eldest prince Ye Yuanhong, saying that it is to protect the eldest prince, but in fact, it is even more to protect others. If the eldest prince makes any dangerous move, they will even kill Ye Yuanhong!
At this time, the two warriors on duty put their right hands on the sword at their waist, and the black bow of the sleeve crossbow was exposed on their left arm. The nearly half-foot-long crossbow was like a poisonous snake poding its head, and the metal arrows of the crossbow reflected the different coldness of the moonlight. And the left arm of the two warriors was half raised, and the cold light of the crossbow was facing the sleeping prince. In this way, the crossbows shot out by the machine can penetrate the human body at a short distance, and even the hard skull can be penetrated. These samurai who came out by themselves have such crossbows, which are usually hidden in their sleeves. When necessary, they come out to attack at close range. Even the armor on the warrior's body can't withstand such a strong penetration.
Now the warrior with such terrible strength and terrible equipment is monitoring the eldest prince with murder. I have to say that the general is still very determined in his heart! Although this is also a last resort.
"Uh-huh..." Ye Yuanhong's dream sound came from the silent darkness. The two warriors bowed down as quickly as leopards, pulled out the sword around their waist with their right hands, and the thumb of their left hand was already on the trigger of the crossbow. The scene was tense like a war. But the warrior only saw Ye Yuanhong turn over and then continued to fall asleep.
The two warriors looked at each other and found that thin sweat oozed from each other's foreheads, shining like diamonds under the moonlight through the window coffin. But they dare not wipe away the cold sweat and let it climb down their heads like earthworms - maybe there will be a change at the moment they wipe the sweat, even the smallest possibility, they can't relax.
After ten breaths at the end of the month, the two warriors slowly sent the drawn sword back to the sheath, and the crossbow of the left hand was finally slowly released. Then the two stood up again, staring at the sleeping prince like a threwright. A samurai looked up at the position of the moon in the night sky at this time and estimated the time. The next two warriors changed their posts about three hours later. Before the next group of warriors come, they will guard the great prince like a rock. Even if the world collapses, they can't leave half a step!
The dormitory was quiet and terrible, with only three people breathing, like a warm wind, but inexplicably strange. The two rock-solid warriors always felt that ** was not lying alone, but a dormant beast? Is it a giant snake coiled? Or a sealed demon? They don't know, but feel deeply uneasy. Therefore, even the slightest movement of Ye Yuanhong will make the two people nervous! It's not because they are timid, but the fear of the unknown in human instinct! They don't know what happened to the eldest prince, but they can be sure that Ye Yuanhong is different from before. They can't tell what's the difference!
The wind is blowing, and the willow trees that have fallen out of the dormitory are swinging with the wind, like the hair of the mythical and legendary witch, showing a dark color in the silver moonlight. I don't know what happened with these recent legends about the demon possession of the eldest prince. The two warriors inexplicably felt furious and disgusted the dark dormitory. They even felt that the sleeping prince was full of unknown. Their truth wanted to seize the door and escape... The sense of responsibility and honor as warriors made him We must stick to it here!
A samurai looked out of the window as sharp as an falcon. His left arm suddenly raised and pointed out of the window. Another warrior followed his eyes and found that the willow branches outside had stopped, but there was a dark shadow swinging. It's like the back of a man's robe floating, but that man seems to be floating in mid-air, looking down at them through the window. It's like a hanging ghost hanging from a willow tree. Maybe the face in the dark is as purple and blue as a hanging ghost. The bright red tongue spit out a long tie, and the two eyes have no black pupils, leaving only a frightening white eyes when turning over...
A burst of fear poured out from the warrior's heart. They could be sure that when they first looked at the wicker swinging outside the window, there was never this dark shadow. But this was only a few rests, but there was an additional figure, which made the warriors suspicious.
The two warriors bent down like a full bow, with explosive power accumulated between their waists. In a moment, they had pulled out the sword on their waist, and the sharp sword glowed with cold light, colder than the moon in the night sky. A warrior retreated and stood with his legs in front and back. His sword was raised horizontally in front of his chest to guard the eldest prince Ye Yuanhong, staring at the dark shadow outside the window. Another warrior raised his left hand in front, and the crossbow arrow was facing the dark shadow like a viper ready to go. He pulled out the sword with his right hand, held it in his backhand, and pushed away to the dark shadow outside the window step by step.
The samurai was very worried. He dared to rush alone in the vigorous riding of Chi Nasi and dared to fight against a 100-person team alone, but in the face of this inexplicable shadow, his heart was full of fear. He only felt that he was nothing, as if he was facing a meteorite falling from the starry sky and hitting him straight at him.
It was only a few steps away from the shadow, and the warrior finally couldn't help but feel the fear in his heart. The sleeve arrow of his left hand suddenly pulled the trigger, and there was a soft sound. The crossbow arrow rushed out like a poisonous snake, pierced through the window coffin and stabbed straight into the dark shadow. Then the samurai twisted his waist, and the sword he held in his backhand rotated like a windmill and chopped away towards the dark shadow. The sword body cut through the air and made a sharp beep, which was harsh and terrible. The moment he waved his sword, the warrior seemed to regain his courage, and his eyes became extremely resolute! The samurai was like this, even if he was afraid to death, but at the moment when he waved the weapon, all his feelings felt that they were all suppressed by the sound of the weapon cutting through the air, leaving only full of enthusiasm.
But two red dots suddenly appeared on the head of the shadow, which corresponded to the position of the human eye, looking like the devil's scarlet eyes. Those red eyes looked at him condescendingly, like an ancient totem without emotion. It doesn't seem to care about the sword that the samurai tried to cut out.
There was another soft sound, and a dark light shot in from the window, which was faster than the crossbow shot by the crossbow just now. The samurai's eyes saw his crossbow come back, but there was nothing he could do, and the sword he vigorously cut could not be recovered. His pupils even reflected the cold light on the crossbows.
With a blunt sound of the sharp weapon sinking into the meat, the warrior's forehead was hit straight, and a dark red blood soared out with the white brain. The strength of the crossbow was too powerful. After piercing the samurai's head, he flew back with the samurai's body and went straight into the samurai guarding Ye Yuanhong. The warrior made a hasty decision, his body did not move, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He waved his sword and cut down the bodies of the flying warriors into two pieces. He had no choice but to do so, because he already knew that the warrior was dead. If he dodged, Ye Yuanhong would be exposed to the enemy. So he can only cut off his companion with pain!
The samurai's body was cut off by a sharp sword, like cutting a blood bag, and the dark red blood exploded, splashing on the warrior's face. Some blood dripped into his eyes, and everything was dark red. Even the shadow turned dark red. He tried to blink his eyes, forced the blood out of his eyes, and tried his best to see the mysterious enemy in front of him. But the shadow is still a crimson! It seems to be much closer. What's going on? He really can't figure it out!
But his thoughts could only be fixed at this moment, and the dark shadow did appear in front of him when his eyes were stuck with blood. The shadow was a man in a bright red robe, with an evil face with a smile and blood stains on his chest. He stood in front of the samurai like this, and the samurai seemed to be fixed and could not move. The man in red slowly stretched out a white and slender hand, and his fingers were as clean and beautiful as white jade. But the next moment, his hand pierced into the warrior's chest like a knife, like a finger piercing paper. The man's hand penetrated the warrior's armor and pierced his left chest.
The blood remained along his white arm and appeared black in the bright blood light. The warrior felt that the man pinched his heart, his five fingers rotated flexibly like a sharp knife, and his heart was cut into pieces under the action of the man's fingers. His eyes were scattered, and his burly body lost consciousness and fell back. The man in red took the opportunity to pull out his hand, looked at the meat and blood brought out between his fingers, and smiled with satisfaction at the corners of his mouth. And the samurai's heart is already a big blood hole.
The man in red ignored the two dead warriors and turned his head to look at the sleeping Ye Yuanhong. The smile on his face is getting stronger and stronger. His red lips opened and closed, reading difficult words, and the language between his teeth was like the spell of the ancient priest's sacrifice to heaven. Now the world will know the people he is saying, but one hand can count them! This is the spell inscription of the sorcerer, an ancient spell, with mysterious magic, as if listening to it for a while can drive people crazy.
He kept reading these difficult sentences, his tone became more and more rapid, and his eyes became more and more red. Ye Yuanhong's body suddenly trembled and suddenly sat up. His movements are mechanical and stiff, like a puppet with a string. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the man in red in front of him. His closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were empty and distracted, like a pool of dark stagnant water.
The man's spell in red is getting faster and faster, and there is almost no gap between the characters. Driven by the spell, Ye Yuanhong stiffly climbed down from **, then stood up and quietly stared at the man in red robe in front of him!
There is no doubt that this man in red is Shura, but at this time, his eyes seem to be looking at the most perfect tool, admiring it.
Suddenly, a terrible scene happened! The tentacles of a bug slowly poked out of Ye Yuanhong's nostrils, and then a bug crawled out! The exposed worm's head is dark red, as thick as his little finger, like a spider or a chrysfly. But the worm slowly crawled out of Ye Yuanhong's nostrils, revealing its limbs. It turned out to be a dark red centipede. The centipede's abdomen and feet crawled alternately, and the body that popped out of its nostrils was getting longer and longer. It is one and a half, which is nearly half longer than the centipede I usually see, especially the dark red color, which is particularly disgusting.
But Ye Yuanhong seemed to have no feeling, with no expression and dull eyes. He let the centipede climb out of his nostrils, as if the centipede was parasitic in his brain. Now he was summoned by Shura to climb out! The centipede clung to Ye Yuanhong's face and crawled, twisting one after another. He twisted his body with the spell, as if he were dancing.
Shura stretched out the hand that stuck to the crumbs of the samurai's heart and handed the bloody meat on his fingertips to the centipede's head. The tentacles in front of the centipede's head became more and more happy. The first half of his body turned up, biting the flesh and blood on Shura's fingers with a slightly invisible mouth, making a squeaky small cry.
This is the 'bug' he planted into his body when he resurrects Ye Yuanhong. There are many kinds of maggots, which can be all kinds of poisonous insects, spiders, centipedes, toads... The way to make maggots is to collect many poisonous insects and put them in a container, let these poisonous insects fight each other, and the last one that survives can be used. The spell is made into maggots. If you plant this insect into the human body, you can manipulate that person to do things for yourself! Moreover, after the human body grows worms, the worm will grow in the human body and feed on human flesh and blood. A worm can generally grow in the human body for 10 to 15 years. Beyond this limit, the meat in that person's body will be hollowed out by the worm, leaving only a skin bag! At this time, the insect must find a new host! Insects can only parasitize in human bodies and can no longer survive in the external environment.
But the production and use of maggots are too evil, and few magicians will choose to do such a thing! But Shura is different. He has no worries. He is him, just a Shura. No one can blame him! Those who dare to accuse him will die!
The centipede clung to Ye Yuanhong's face, was full of flesh and blood, and crawled happily! It crawled freely on Ye Yuanhong's face, and Ye Yuanhong didn't feel anything. He let it move around on his face, countless alternately diligently! Then, the centipede climbed to Ye Yuanhong's mouth and crawled into Ye Yuanhong's mouth. Its body climbed into Ye Yuanhong's mouth inch by inch, and finally disappeared!
Ye Yuanhong's body trembled again, but his eyes were not so dull. He had some brilliance, but there was no expression on his face, and he was dead in vain! He didn't seem to see the messy bodies of the two warriors behind the man in red in front of him! He knelt down slowly, kneeling on his knees and his forehead against the ground! Then slowly stretched out his hand, held Shura's ** feet in both hands, and put it on his head! He said hoarsely and lowly, "Master..."