My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

At the same time, in this small space, there was a strange cold wind blowing, which sounded like a ghost crying and wolf howling.

Such a strange picture, if ordinary people are present, I am afraid that they will be scared and faint immediately, right?

The deputy director in front of him activated the formation, and when the formation was about to sacrifice the soul and flesh of the last person, Lu Zijia, who had been standing obediently by the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Driver, aren't you running yet? If you don't run, it will be too late."

Lu Zijia's words sounded a little playful, but it made Che Zhibing's heart suddenly shudder.

It was at this moment that he suddenly met the strange old eyes of the deputy director, and the anxiety and fear in his heart became even worse.

At first, he didn't understand what kind of riddles the two were playing, let alone what Lu Zijia meant by saying that she was not the only one, but at this moment, he seemed to understand a little.

But how is that possible? !

Although the Maoshan sect does not prohibit fellow disciples from fighting, they must not kill fellow disciples, otherwise they will be expelled from the sect, and they will also be chased by the sect to the ends of the earth.

If the uncle started to attack him, wouldn't he be afraid of being hunted down by the sect?

Seeing his appearance of being in shock, wanting to escape but not daring to escape, Lu Zijia seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained to him one by one 'kindly'.

"The formation arranged by your uncle belongs to the sorcery formation, nine lives have been sacrificed before you, and you are exactly ten lives.

As long as ten living appointments are sacrificed, your uncle thinks that he can use this formation to successfully win me over. Do you think it is ridiculous?

This kind of shady and immoral method is also thanks to the people of the Maoshan faction who can come up with it. "

Although Lu Zijia had a smile on her face, her tone was icy and biting, as if it was like a cold thorn, and it hurt her life.

"Oh no, the most ridiculous thing is not this, but your uncle, in pursuit of appearance, forcibly stripped the faces of more than a dozen women and tried to stick them on her own face.

In order to make the skin more natural, those women were still alive before they were peeled off. "

Having said this, Lu Zijia paused and turned to look at the vice president, "Am I right? The vice president."

Following Lu Zijia's words, the deputy director did not refute, but smiled strangely.

Che Zhibing's face became paler and paler, the intense fear in his heart made his body tremble, and his feet almost subconsciously stepped back.

However, just as he took a step back, he found that he seemed to be stuck in place, unable to take a step anymore.

In contrast to Che Zhibing's fear, the vice president looked at Lu Zijia with full of admiration, "Little girl, you know a lot, I think it was the director who told you?"

Without waiting for Lu Zijia to answer, he said again, "It seems that the director has already suspected the old way, so he really can't be underestimated!"

Lu Zijia ignored her sigh, nodded and readily admitted, "Yes, the director told me secretly, and told me to stay away from you, not to be alone with you.

Oh, by the way, the Director also asked me to notify him when you were looking for me! "

"Actually, although the director is a bit stubborn, he is still a good person, at least he is upright, isn't he?

It is you, Deputy Director, who has killed so many people. After you die, you are afraid that you will be thrown into the eighteenth hell.

Oops, I'm really talkative, Deputy Director, you are also a magician, how can you not know that you have killed too many crimes, and you will be sent to the eighteenth hell to be tortured? "