Chapter 362 Splicing "Corpses" (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

Hexi was actually inserting a needle into the corpse, and the needle was not enough. She also took the severed limbs of the corpse, and flew the needle again to sew up the limbs.

Wuxin admitted that this girl looked so holy and dazzling when she was concentrating on sewing needles, like a god who could decide life and death.

After Xi Jia's severed limbs were sewn up, apart from a circle of stitched scars, there was no sign of being cut off at all.

However, this can't change the fact that Nalan Hexi has been close to collapse due to too much stimulation.

Otherwise, how could a normal person treat the corpse and carefully sew up the severed hands and feet of the corpse.

The most terrifying thing is that it was not enough for Hexi to sew up one, so he moved the other nine corpses to a clean corner, and then punctured them one by one, and then sutured or treated their riddled bodies.

When she sewed up the dismembered body of the ninth servant, Wuxin finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said softly: "Princess, these people are already dead, you... Please mourn and obey."

Hexi's stitches didn't stop at all, but his long eyelashes were lifted, looking at Wuxin's tangled face, his arrogant eyes looked at her, as if he was seeing a neuropathy.

Hexi ignored him, quickly dealt with everyone's trauma, and then took out a purple gold medicine tripod from the space.

When the Zijin Medicine Cauldron first appeared, it was only the size of a fist, but when it touched the ground, it became larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge cauldron that could accommodate dozens of people.

Hexi poured the diluted spiritual spring water into the cauldron without hesitation, and did not stop until half of the cauldron was filled.

She glanced at the stunned Wuxin, and said slowly, "If you are really empty when you are standing aside, just use the spirit fire to heat this cauldron."

Wuxin was stunned, and then a little embarrassed and angry.

He was a dignified martial artist in the Yuan Ying period, but now this woman is calling him like a servant.

What's more, these people have clearly stopped breathing, and there is no spiritual power and life fluctuations in the whole body. This woman is so tossing, what does she want to do.

Wuxin resisted the urge to slap the woman away with a slap, and said coldly: "Princess, I called you a princess because of the master's face. But you'd better not take an inch, these people are obviously dead, what the hell are you doing? Ask me to remind you a few times..."

Before Wuxin's words were finished, his nose shrank suddenly, and an unbelievable light appeared in his eyes.

His body was as stiff as a rock, and he didn't dare to move his body up and down, his shocked eyes fixed on the delicate face of the girl who was close at hand.

Hexi held a dagger as thin as a cicada's wings in his hand, and the blade of the dagger exuded a strange emerald green cold light.

At this time, the dagger was firmly attached to his neck, as if the next moment, it would cut his flesh and blood, allowing the toxin to seep into his body.

Wuxin's mood at this time can no longer be described as shock. Although he was not fully alert just now, he did not open the spiritual shield. But after all, he is a martial artist of the Nascent Soul stage. A small base-building stage martial artist wanted to sneak up on him, which should have been a joke like a fantasy.

However, just now, he didn't even see how Hexi was moving, and he didn't even know how she could achieve the perfect hidden breath and figure to appear in front of him.