Hong Die's eyes are fixed on the distant sky, which is the direction away from Vermilion Bird State. As long as you escape from this imprisoned place, there will be a glimmer of hope.
"Junior Spirit Severing Realm, if you want to escape in my hands, you are not qualified. Come back to me!"
Qian Feng roared furiously behind him, and the secret in his hand activated the power of Vermilion Bird State's formation. Countless fiery red runes condensed in the air, turning into flaming spears and shooting towards Hong Die.
"Leave it to me!"
Hong Die glanced back at the pursuing flame spear, gritted his teeth, and burned blood again. The speed of the bloody stream increased sharply, and he narrowly avoided the attack.
At the same time, Hong Die bit the tip of his tongue with force, spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, activated the jade slip, and used his whole body's cultivation as a guide to escape from this place.
Qianfeng stood outside the secret room, looking at the direction where Hong Die was escaping, his face so gloomy that it could drip water, his fists clenched, and he roared:
"Using all your cultivation as a guide to forcefully break through the shackles of this seat must be the method Luo Chuan old man told you, Hong Die, Hong Die!"
Hong Die, who left Vermilion Bird State, could no longer control her body and spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood. Her breath was sluggish, and she fell directly into the cold and biting snow.
The hot blood dripped onto the ground along her wounds, dyeing her hair red Bai Xue.
Hong Die covered his chest, staggered two steps forward, and said weakly, "I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I would turn out like this..."
"Qianfeng... I Hong Die swear that one day I will make you pay with blood..."
Hong Die clutched her chest and leaned against the big tree tremblingly. She was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.
"My cultivation is completely ruined... The meridians are damaged, and now I can only recover by going to a place with abundant spiritual power... But where is this place, and where am I now..."
Just when Hong Die didn't know what to do, a burst of rapid horse hooves suddenly sounded, and then more than a dozen bandits appeared here, and they happened to see Hong Die lying on the ground.
"Boss, there is a beauty here!"
When the leader of the bandits saw Hong Die's beautiful face, he also expressed an expression. He quickly jumped off the horse, ran quickly to Hong Die, and used his sword to gently push away the hair on Hong Die's cheek.
The bandit's greedy eyes wandered wantonly on Hong Die's face, his rough fingers were about to touch her cheek, and his fishy breath made Hong Die almost nauseous.
Hong Die's eyes flashed with deep hatred. Even if his cultivation was completely ruined, the pride in his bones would never allow such humiliation.
"Get away!"
Hong Die yelled with all his last strength, his voice weak but filled with awe-inspiring chill.
The bandit leader was stung by this look, his face darkened, and he slapped her hard on the face. "You bitch, how dare you be so arrogant with such virtue!"
A clear slap sounded, and the corners of Hong Die's mouth overflowed with blood again, and his eyesight turned black.
Seeing this, the other bandits gathered around and talked about each other. "Boss, this girl is so handsome. It would be perfect to take her back to be the wife of the village!"
"Seeing that she doesn't dress like ordinary people, maybe she has a treasure hidden in her body, and she is so beautiful, I have an urge to do it, hahaha!"
The bandit leader rubbed his hands, his eyes became more and more lewd, and the corners of his mouth curved. "Put her on the horse and take her back to the village to serve her well. I think the village master must like her very much!"
"Hahaha, okay!"
The two bandits knocked Hong Die unconscious with one slap, threw him on his horse, and drove straight away, happily telling him about their good luck.
The next morning, the golden rooster crowed.
In the stockade to the north of Vermilion Bird State, Hong Die, covered in bloodstains, was leaning on a stone, with a blood-stained dagger beside him, and a strong smell of blood emanating from his body.
Villagers were passing by one after another in the village, and every villager had a look of disgust on their face when passing by Hong Die.
And they all walked around her, despising this crazy woman.
"This crazy woman cut her face with a dagger when she first came to our village. She's fine now. The village owner doesn't like it anymore, you idiot!"
"Yes, she has a good figure, but this bitch's clothes can't be cut through. She must be a scion of a certain imperial family. It's really unlucky."
Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Hong Die leaned against the cold stone, his consciousness rising and falling in chaos.
There was a stinging pain on the cheek. It was the wound that was made by the bandits with their daggers when they were unprepared after being carried back to the village last night.
Rather than being reduced to a plaything, it is better to destroy this trouble-making skin.
At this moment, the condensed blood scab from the wound was blown by the cold wind, splitting into fine lines. The pain made her tremble all over, but it made her chaotic mind clear a little.
"Heir of the imperial dynasty? Unlucky?"
Hong Die A bleak smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and blood oozed from his chapped lips.
Once upon a time, she was the proud daughter of Heaven in the Snow Country, and her skills in the late stages of becoming a god were awe-inspiring to countless monks. But now, she has become a mad woman with bad luck in the mouth of the bandits, and even the villagers avoid her.
The pain of severed meridians was like maggots in the tarsal bones. Every breath pulled at her internal organs, making her curl up uncontrollably.
At this moment, a thin figure quietly moved in front of her.
It was a child of about seven or eight years old, wearing patched coarse clothes, holding half a piece of dry corn in his hand, and looking at her timidly with a pair of clear eyes.
Seeing the scar on Hong Die's face, the child subconsciously took a half step back, but then seemed to remember something, bit his lip, and handed over the bun.
"Sister, you can eat, I'm not hungry."
Hong Die was stunned, and there was a wave of confusion in his cloudy eyes.
In this village that everyone despises, there are actually children who lend a helping hand to her.
Looking at the half piece of cake covered with dust, her throat rolled, but she shook her head. She almost didn't have the strength to swallow now.
The child was a little puzzled when she didn't answer. Then he put the steamed bun into her hand, turned around and ran away. He ran a few steps and looked back at her before quickly disappearing at the entrance of the alley.
Hong Die held the cold and hard half piece of cornstarch, her fingertips trembling slightly. This insignificant kindness, like a ray of light, penetrated the despair and haze in her heart.
He looked down at the nest in his palm and touched the scar on his face.
Yes, she can't just die here.
Scenes of Qianfeng's seizure of the body, Vermilion Bird Child's calculations, and senior Luo Chuan's warning flashed through his mind.
She still has Blood Sea deep revenge yet to avenge, and she still has an unfinished path of spiritual practice. How can she be willing to be reduced to a handful of loess in this barren mountain village?
"I must take revenge. I must kill all the guys here and make them pay a bloody price for what they have done!"
Hong Die's eyes were extremely red. He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain, and slowly brought the bun to his mouth, biting it bit by bit.