Chapter 633 Qin Ruan: What's the Hurry, This Is Just an Appetizer

The grove blocked the thin sunlight, the gloomy cold was rampant around, and the surrounding scene was terrifyingly frightening.

Lin Hao didn't dare to step forward at all, and his feet took root in the same place.

Qin Ruan's voice was soft and soothing: "Brother Hao, your physique will always be like this, and you will get better after you get used to it."

Lin Hao always has to take this step.

In Qin Ruan's view, these are nothing compared to the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld, and are not worth mentioning at all.

She took Lin Hao's hand and led him to Wei Linchen.

"Mr. Wei, you hold his hand."

Wei Linchen looked at the hand that Qin Ruan handed over, showing repulsion between his eyebrows and eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Ruan puzzled: "Why?"

He is a man of cleanliness and does not easily make physical contact with people.

Qin Ruan had a harmless smile on his face and said to him, "Lin Hao has a special physique. If you have physical contact with him, you will see pictures you can't see."

Wei Linchen looked at Lin Hao in surprise: "Yin-yang eyes?"

Qin Ruan nodded: "That's right."

Lin Hao's physique may be a little more complicated than his yin and yang eyes.

Wei Linchen could see Lin Hao's nervousness and fear, and wondered in his heart what he had seen, and would be so afraid of it.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly stretched out Lin Hao's hand.

Wei Linchen held Lin Hao's hand, and the opponent's palm was sticky.

This made him even more curious, and he turned to look at the yellow juniper tree not far away.

With just one look, Wei Linchen's face was horrified, and the pupils in the bottom of his eyes trembled.

The cold air poured out of his body, making his scalp tingle.

Countless pairs of eyes filled with hatred, resentment, and even dull eyes stared at him.

Their bodies are broken, their faces are twisted, their bodies are covered in black and red blood, and their bodies are haunted by a black mist.

The red cloth on the yellow juniper tree disappeared, and the ghosts of countless blue-faced fangs took their place.

Wei Linchen opened his mouth slightly and let out a cold breath.

He clearly opened his eyes, but he couldn't see the existence of these puppets.

It can be seen how powerful the Huangjue tree is, and it can actually isolate his Taoism.

Wei Linchen's voice could no longer remain calm: "Qin Ruan, why is this happening?"

Even as a Taoist priest, he didn't dare to stare at the purgatory scene in front of him.

There are men and women, old and young, and even immature children in front of the dead souls.

Why did they die here.

The broken limbs scattered under the yellow juniper tree piled up into hills, and the bones were thick.

This is not something that can be accumulated in just a few years, this is the hard evidence of killing accumulated with countless human lives.

Director Liu did not follow because of fear.

The only people present were Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, Lin Hao, and several secret guards of the Huo family behind them.

Qin Ruan was the only one who could see countless unjust souls hanging on the yellow jue tree.

Just when Wei Linchen was shocked by the horror scene in front of him, the accident happened suddenly.

Hanging on the yellow juicy tree, the child closest to them flew from the tree and fell to the ground.

This is a cute-looking girl with a pale face and innocent but dark eyes.

Looking at her figure, she was only seven or eight years old.

The little girl walked towards Qin Ruan and the three of them, her mouth slightly open, and the black mist slowly spit out from her mouth.

She spoke: "Brother, sister, are you here to play with us?"

The voice is simple, mixed with childlike childishness, not disgusting, but also easy to let go of vigilance.

Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao watched the little girl approach, but no one responded to her.

Sensing their indifferent attitude, the little girl stopped a few meters away from the three.

She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why don't you talk?"

The little girl smiled, with two dimples on her face, she was innocent and childlike, which made people feel good.

If there was no black mist surging in her eyes, her face was not pale, and if there was no black blood that fell on the ground when she walked with her, maybe it would really make people think of her as an ordinary child.

Unfortunately, she is a little girl.

Qin Ruan's eyes fell on the ground behind the girl.

When she walked, she didn't know where so much thick black blood flowed from her body.

They stained the ground, dazzling and bloody.

The little girl suddenly showed a pitiful expression: "I see, do you not like me?"

Change of face only in an instant.

After the little girl finished speaking, her face sank instantly, revealing a strange and sinister malice.

She had a small face, her eyes widened, and the eyeballs at the bottom of her eyes seemed to fall out.

A pair of eyes surging with thick black mist stared at Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao.

Qin Ruan's eyes narrowed, but he still didn't say a word.

Compared to her calmness, Wei Linchen and Lin Hao could not keep calm.

Lin Hao squeezed Wei Linchen's hand tightly, swallowed his saliva, and said to Qin Ruan in a low voice, "Ancestor, hurry up, goosebumps are popping out all over my body."

He will not relax his vigilance because of the little puppet in front of him.

The little puppet, who is less than his waist height, is so weird that it makes his heart shudder.

The puppet heart is unpredictable, maybe it will rush over to take your life in the next second.

Qin Ruan's eyes were deep and his voice was indifferent: "What's the hurry, this is just an appetizer."

She raised her head and looked at the countless resentful souls on the yellow jue tree with cold eyes.

They were wearing clothes before they died, belonging to different ages and different seasons.

The thick black evil spirit is what she needs right now.

But her heart was not as happy as she expected, but rather depressed.

Roughly speaking, there are hundreds of dead souls hanging on this tree, and they have been imprisoned here for hundreds of years.

The long-term repression of the huangjue tree has made them resentful.

Resentment turned into suffocation, transformed into Li Puppet, and helped Huangjueshu to do evil.

These dead souls have no choice, and no one can relieve them. They can only survive on their own and rely on the yellow juicy tree to survive.

"Zizi..."

It sounded like the sizzling sound of meat falling into a frying pan.

Qin Ruan retracted his gaze from the huangjue tree and looked at the little girl not far away.

The clothes on her body were corroded by black blood, and soon the clothes turned into blood and soaked the ground she was standing on.

Even the opponent's hair has not escaped the corruption of black blood.

The innocent little girl just now turned into a monster in the blink of an eye.

There were dense wounds all over her body, and black flesh was revealed from the wound, and there was almost no good place.

Qin Ruan stared blankly at the little girl.

His eyes moved slightly, staring at the other's chest.

There was a piece of dead wood stained with black blood and wrapped in carrion.

This dead tree was on the little girl's heart, and it was so familiar that Qin Ruan's delicate and expressionless face changed slightly.

When Nangong Yunlong died, the dead wood left in the house was the same as the wood on the little girl.

Qin Ruan looked contemplative and stepped forward with her feet raised, and the little girl returned to her original state almost immediately.

There was a bright smile on her pale face, and her expression was strangely excited.

"Sister, do you want to play with me?"