Chapter 3 Shura From Hell

There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

"She... she's dead?" Someone opened the cage and dragged her out, sniffing and exclaiming.

"Stinky girls, it's really bad luck if you don't eat and drink for a toast!" One of them kicked the girl fiercely, and spit out angrily, "It's a pity that there is only one furnace today, which ruins the goodness of Laozi in vain. interest!"

Jiang Lao Er squatted down, touched the girl's smooth skin and said negatively, "Even if it can't be used as a furnace, it's not bad to peel off the skin and tender meat to make a human skin drum..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Lao Er's hand on the girl suddenly froze.

The turbid eyes met a pair of dark phoenix eyes that looked like the abyss of hell. For a while, they flickered purple, and the cold light was cold.

"She...she's not dead!" Someone exclaimed.

The next moment, everyone heard Jiang Lao Er let out a mournful howl: "Ah ah-!! My hand! My hand-!!"

I saw that Jiang Lao Er's hand that was touching the girl was hanging down softly, and it was as soft as a bone below the elbow. It was actually... all the bones were shattered.

Everyone froze in place for a while, dumbfounded watching the disheveled girl slowly stand up.

The female slave who was so weakly crying and shivering in the cage just now seemed like an evil Asura returning from the fire of hell.

Sen Han's yin and evil aura pervaded the room, like a sickle swung down by the god of death, making people instinctively fearful.

"You... who are you?"

As soon as the voice fell, a sharp cold light flashed past, and there was a sound of "Kara", and someone had their neck twisted, their eyes widened, and they stopped breathing.

"You...don't come here—!"

"Call the guards of the gluttonous pavilion over here!"

There was a mess in the auction inspection room, and these people fled frantically, even forgetting that they were first-order qi practitioners, and even more that the slave girl was still huddled in the cage and allowed to be bullied by them.

But who can escape the scythe of death?

No!

Everyone only felt a piercing cold wind passing by, and they didn't have time to react. There was a severe pain in the neck, and they lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.

Ten breaths, just ten short breaths, this room was already full of dead people, and it was silent.

The girl stepped on one of the corpses with her bare feet, her expression was cold, her eyes darkened, and she silently muttered: "What a scourge for thousands of years, my Hexi has come back to life."

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In the gluttonous restaurant in the capital city of Yan, the weak and pitiful female slave was bullied to death, and then opened her eyes, but she has become the gold-medal killer of the 21st century - Hexi.

Hexi received all the memories of the original owner at the moment of crossing.

The original owner was called Nalan Hexi, and unexpectedly had the same name as her.

However, unlike the stunningly talented Hexi, Nalan Hexi was born in the Jinling Kingdom, which advocates force and cultivation. Her father is a famous doctor in the world, but she herself is a waste of spiritual roots. Medical talent.

Nalan Hexi's biological mother died shortly after giving birth to her. When she was very young, she was sent to a dilapidated courtyard to fend for herself. The vicious slaves in the other courtyard saw her as powerless and useless, and they deducted her food and clothing costs, and even often abused and whipped her, making her life worse than a slave.

But that's it, the Nalan family still won't let her go.