Chapter 0071 – Synonym of Demons (2 / 2)

Hu Xinlian closed her eyes to touch a severed arm on the ground, and screamed ah ah ah just as soon as her fingers touched it.

The Blue Xiner sisters looked at a broken leg in front of them and cried so hard that they washed the dust from their faces, “Oooooh, Blue Lolo, we won’t dare to do the right thing with you anymore in the future ……”

Lan Luoluo smiled at the Wang granny who was still standing still and unwilling to move, “That head is yours!”

“Ah …… the wife is wrong, the wife should not think of finding an opportunity to poison you, should not think of poisoning your family ……” Let her touch the dead head Wang Brain Dumps to be scared to death.

Lan Luoluo raised an eyebrow, vomit roar, I didn’t realize there was such a surprise. It seems that letting them out to move the corpse was really the right thing to do.

Under Lan Luoluo’s gaze that wanted to eat people, Wang Brazi stretched out a foot intending to kick that human head, favoring Lan Luoluo not as good as she wanted, “Use your hands, the dead are important to respect the dead!”

Wang Brahma looked at the bloody human head a pair of eyes wide, eyeballs are going to protrude, trembling and stretching out a pair of hands with the same bark, trembling fingers a little closer to ……

She’s really going to break down, who could have imagined being made to do this one day when the yellow earth is buried up to her neck?

Lan Luoluo looked at Lan Yongfeng again, “And you, the one over there belongs to you.” Lan Luoluo pointed at the upper half of a corpse that had been cut off at the waist by a sharp sword.

Bastard, don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been staring at her carriage sorrowfully for a day.

“Not moving? Thinking of how to get revenge back? I’ll tell you, even if you reincarnate for ten more lifetimes, you won’t be able to touch a single finger of my aunt.”

Lan Yongfeng slowly lifted his head and gave a wry smile at Lan Luoluo, then went to lift that half of his body as if he was moving something unusual.

He wasn’t afraid, he couldn’t be looked down upon by Lan Luo Luo, what was there to be afraid of for someone who was already dead. Only by overcoming this fear would he have a chance to defeat Lan Luo Luo in the future.

Lan Luoluo hummed disdainfully, not realizing that there was such a deep-minded person in the Lan family.

Under the supervision of the officials and Lan Luoluo, those of the Blue Family were forced to return those broken limbs and remains to one place.

“Lady Shen, what should we do with this? Dig a big pit and bury it?” Bald Li asked.

A few stagehands were even more scared, so many corpses were buried near their stagecoach station, would the place be haunted in the future? They really regretted that they didn’t sneak away as fast as the stage manager did, letting them witness such a bloody murder scene in the middle of the night.

Lan Luoluo fished out a small white porcelain bottle from her accompanying cloth bag, and with a flick of her finger, she only heard a thud as the wooden cork on the bottle’s mouth flew out.

“Why bother, this is the girl’s carefully developed corpse powder, stained with blood that is melting even the hardest bones can be quickly turned into a wisp of smoke. Today, I’ll let you see what it means to destroy a corpse.”

Lan Luoluo inverted the bottle, some white powder drifted down on the piled up corpses, and a nuisance sound continued, a wisp of white smoke floated up in the air, and a pungent smell of burning wafted out.

Watching the pile of corpses gradually become smaller and smaller until the white smoke drifted away, leaving only a puddle of red traces on the ground, thirty people just disappeared without a trace.

Infinite fear took over people’s nerves, and Lan Luo Luo once again became synonymous with the devil in these people’s eyes. This woman was not only terrifying but also ruthless and cruel.

Never mess with Blue Lolo again!

A few stagehands held back their fear as they washed the blood off the ground with water over and over again, the red coloring of the blood coming together to form a small stream.

It wasn’t until the light of day that the blood on the ground was washed away, and when the sun shone once again, the outside of the stagecoach was as clean as if nothing had happened.