Chapter 2114: The tragic death
Hearing this, Chen Qiye was a little confused.
It has something to do with your own bloodline?
Can the Qinglong bloodline still let itself see the dead soul?
Chen Qiye looked at Zhang Yue's soul in surprise, "How do you know for sure it's my bloodline?"
"Because I have sensed a kind of power that makes me feel at ease in you. Magic will not bring me this feeling, so there is only the power of blood." Zhang Yue explained in a low voice, "But I don't know much about this. If you want to know more details, you can go to Baruta."
"The history administrator of the Third District Grand Library knows more about this."
Although Zhang Yue couldn't tell the reason, she told Chen Qiye that the name of the detailed character was known.
But this name is not a good memory for Chen Qiye.
Under this situation, Chen Qiye was a little surprised when he heard the name of the person he knew, "How did you know Baruta?"
"Of course I met when I went to the Third District Library to read books. Others are very good. They not only helped me find books, but also explained the special terms in the books to me."
Listening to Zhang Yue’s statement, Chen Qiye couldn’t help but recall the old man with nine clones he knew. I wonder how many clones there are left?
By the way, since he obtained the "Qinglong Sutra" composed of the two major techniques, he has never practiced the clone method!
Because I have been too busy recently and have no time to study the clone technique well.
Moreover, the knowledge of formation inheritance left by Yin Jiuxiao in his mind has not been fully absorbed, and his ability to use multiple minds is not enough, so the way of clone can only be temporarily suspended.
Chen Qiye shook his head and looked at Zhang Yue, "If you don't talk about this, how did you become a dead soul?"
In his knowledge system, there is only the existence of "soul" and no such thing as "dead soul". It is better to say that his knowledge system has not yet incorporated knowledge of the soul into it. The so-called knowledge is just knowing this name and this existence.
When Zhang Yue heard this, she suddenly became stunned.
"What's wrong?" Chen Qiye shook his hand in front of her, but Zhang Yue still had no reaction.
Chen Qiye stared at Zhang Yue in confusion for a few glances, then turned his head to look at her two sons beside her.
As a result, Zhang Yue's two sons also looked dementia.
It seems that this question cannot be explained by them as dead souls.
Just when Shen Qiye was about to give up hope, Zhang Yue suddenly screamed in surprise, then squatted down with her head in pain, and her whole body trembled.
"This is..." Chen Qiye looked at him and her in confusion. This reaction is not common. This is a manifestation when facing extremely fearful things and unable to resist.
But Zhang Yue has become a dead soul. Generally, physical damage should not hurt her, so what she is afraid of... is it something she happened during her lifetime?
Chen Qiye picked up his arms and stared at Zhang Yue with interest. She would be in this state, as if it was because the problem she had just stimulated her and reminded her of the things that made her extremely scared.
Although I felt a little guilty, this mood was quickly suppressed by the Anshumi Method.
"What are you looking at?" Dongyue's voice suddenly came from his ears. Her powerful ability to eliminate her presence once again made Chen Qiye ignore her.
"Well... look at the dead soul just now, she seemed to remember why she became the dead soul." Chen Qiye said, spreading his hands, pointing in the direction where Zhang Yue was; "Don't you really see her?"
Chen Qiye asked curiously, Dongyue had no expression on her face. This kind of person was simply an emotional black hole. She could not see her micro movements and micro expressions at all, so she didn't know what she was thinking.
Dongyue stared at the place where Zhang Yue was and searched carefully for a circle, then shook her head: "I can't see anything, there is only one chair."
"But this room gives me a cold feeling, and I believe what you said."
Chen Qiye was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You still believe me if you can't even see it?"
Dongyue nodded gently and replied, "Well, you don't need to lie to me."
This made Chen Qiye a little difficult to answer for a while. He couldn't help but think of the two women around him before. They seemed to believe in him so unconditionally?
Just as Shen Qiye was about to fall into deep thought, Zhang Yue suddenly roared and pulled Chen Qiye out of the mixed thoughts. The shrill howling seemed to have encountered an extremely terrifying thing, which scared Chen Qiye so much that he couldn't help but tremble his hands.
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yue who was screaming. Before he could speak, he found that two lines of blood and tears flowed out of her eyes!
The gurgling blood was shocking. He even saw Zhang Yue's eye sockets deforming. The bones and soft tissue around her eye sockets were slowly collapsing outwards, looking like an invisible finger or stick stabbed into her eye sockets, and was still stirring.
Chen Qiye's hair stood upside down. Could this be the pain she suffered before her death?
Is this what Harry did to her?
Even Chen Qiye, who was used to the big scene, could not help but take a few steps back after vaguely realizing this. Is this something a wise creature can do? It's simply horrifying!
Zhang Yue's eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and the corners of her eyes had been torn apart. As time went by, Chen Qiye even saw the horror scene of her face being torn off.
Chen Qiye wanted to turn his head and not look at her, but for some reason, his head just couldn't turn. Although he subconsciously wanted to escape from this scene, he took the initiative to fix himself in place, stared at Zhang Yue, and reflected her death in his memory.
Her skin was torn off, her eyes were dug out alive, followed by skinning and bleeding... Harry came to pieces like a surgical experiment on her body, cutting her into pieces and then refining her into pills.
Chapter completed!