Chapter 4579

The places where those cultivators live usually have spirit gathering arrays.

Almost no cultivator can survive alone in human society.

Except for the Ye He family, she has not had any contact with other practitioners, let alone any enmity.

Now only Ye He Nalan and Ye He Ruoqiu, whose life and death are unknown, are left in the Ye He family.

Could it be that Yehenalan and the others were responsible?

An Ziqi once again released a trace of spiritual power and carefully touched the woman's body with the tentacles of spiritual power.

Just at this moment, the spiritual power disappeared again and was absorbed by the power in the woman's body.

At the same time, the woman suddenly let out a strange scream, opened her mouth suddenly, and suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood towards An Ziqi.

When it comes to spiritual practice, An Ziqi has become a monk halfway, and is not that skilled in the control and application of spiritual power.

Most of her attention and spiritual power were focused on controlling the woman. Although she had already tried her best to mobilize her spiritual power to block the woman when she saw her spraying blood, she was still half a step too slow.

An Ziqi only had time to turn her head and raised her hand to block her face.

The mouthful of blood spurted directly onto her hands and her neck, which was not completely covered.

I don't know what the woman's blood contained, but after it was sprayed on her hands, it burned like sulfuric acid, causing burning pain.

And with her sudden relaxation, the woman finally got rid of her restraint and rushed towards her again with a ferocious face.

On the other side, Xiao Moli didn't dare to go too far to answer the phone. Therefore, as soon as he heard the scream of the makeup artist in the dressing room, he immediately rushed towards the dressing room.

When the other staff members outside heard the sound, they were stunned for a moment, and they all hurriedly followed him and ran towards the dressing room together.

Xiao Moli had just run to the door of the dressing room when she heard a loud "dong" sound coming from inside the dressing room.

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that with An Ziqi's strength, she would not suffer any loss no matter who faced her in the dressing room.

But he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. He strode forward and kicked open the door in front of him.

In the dressing room, An Ziqi was cowering in front of a dressing table with a face full of fear, her hands and neck covered in blood.

In the corner opposite her, a woman was lying on the ground, her hair messy in front of her face. Through the gaps in her messy hair, you could see blood leaking from her mouth and nose.

The two arms and legs were also twisted in a weird posture, and the whole person was concave into an extremely weird shape.

At this moment, he lay there motionless.

Xiao Moli's heart trembled, and the expression on his face immediately darkened. He raised his legs and walked quickly towards An Ziqi.

He stepped forward, hugged her tightly, raised his hand and took her blood-stained hand, frowning and looking at it.

I saw the blood covering her hands. It looked like it was stained by someone else's blood, and it didn't look like she was injured.

Before Xiao Moli could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that something was corroding on the back of his hand under the blood, and there were signs of festering.

The look on his face couldn't help but become uglier. He thought of something and turned his head away from her face to look at her neck.

Sure enough, the same was true for any part of her neck that was stained with blood.