Chapter 4460：

Those who are cultivators usually live in a gathering array.

Almost no cultivator will survive alone in human society.

Except for Ye He's family, she has not had any contact with other practitioners, let alone enmity.

Ye He Nalan and Ye He Ruoqiu, whose life and death are unknown, are left in Ye He's house.

Could it be that Yehnalan and the others made a ghost?

An Ziqi separated a trace of spiritual power again, and carefully touched the tentacles of spiritual power towards the woman.

Only at this moment, the spiritual power sank into the sea again and was absorbed by the power in the woman's body.

At the same time, the woman suddenly let out a weird scream, opened her mouth abruptly, and suddenly a mouthful of blood sprayed towards An Ziqi.

An Ziqi was originally a monk halfway in the matter of cultivation, and was not so proficient in the control and application of spiritual power.

Most of her attention and spiritual power were focused on controlling that woman, even though she had tried to mobilize her spiritual power to block it the first time she saw the woman spraying blood at her, she was still half a step slow.

An Ziqi only had time to turn her head, raising her hand to block her face.

The blood sprayed directly onto her hand and the neck that was not completely covered.

I don't know what exactly is in the woman's blood. After spraying it on her hand, it burned like sulfuric acid, and it was hot and painful.

And with her sudden relaxation, the woman finally got rid of her restraint, and rushed toward her again with ugly face.

On the other side, Xiao Moli hadn't dared to go too far when he answered the phone. Therefore, as soon as he heard the makeup artist screaming in the dressing room, he immediately ran towards the dressing room.

When the other staff outside heard the sound, they were shocked, and they all followed him behind him, rushing towards the dressing room.

Xiao Moli had just ran to the door of the dressing room when he heard a loud "boom" from the dressing room.

The bottom of my heart sighed for a moment, knowing that with An Ziqi's strength, no matter who it is in the dressing room that confronts her, she shouldn't suffer.

But in the bottom of his heart he couldn't help but worry, rushed forward, raised his foot and kicked the door in front of him.

In the dressing room, An Ziqi was shivering in fear in front of a dressing table, with blood on her hands and neck.

And in the corner opposite her, a woman was lying on the ground, her hair tangled up in front of her face, through the messy hairline, she could see the blood flowing out of her mouth and nose.

The two arms and two were also twisted in a weird posture, and the whole person was sunken into an unusually weird shape.

At the moment, lying there motionless.

Xiao Moli's heart shuddered, the expression on his face immediately gloomy, and he lifted his leg and walked quickly towards An Ziqi.

Stepping forward, he hugged the person tightly in his arms, raised her blood-stained hand, frowned and looked at.

I saw the blood covering her hands, and it seemed that it should be contaminated by someone else's blood, and it didn't seem to be the result of her injury.

Before Xiao Moli could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that there was something corroding on the back of his hand under the blood, and it had begun to show signs of festering.

The look on her face couldn't help being more ugly, thinking of something, she broke her small face and looked up at her neck.

Sure enough, the same is true for the blood on her neck.