Chapter 1872

It seems that this man has just been seriously injured by those people who are chasing him outside. If we don't treat him quickly, I'm afraid it won't be long before this man will go to see Yama.

However, she was not so kind and did not intend to treat the man easily.

Although, the treatment of this man is only a short time. But this man just wanted to take her life for his life!

If she didn't react quickly, she would have gone to see the king of hell at this time.

Now, she didn't kill the man. It's thankful to let him go.

Murongsheng squatted down, looked at the man and said slowly, "I saved your life, so I accepted this invitation. It's a reward for saving your life."

Even if this man is trying to cover up his own situation, trying hard to breathe, murongsheng can also observe that this man is really breathing more and less.

Slightly pick eyebrows, murongsheng also want to say what time, heard outside the corridor inside the noisy sound, it is clear that this place can not continue to stay.

"Go." Murongsheng says to yingmu, and is about to turn and leave.

Did not want to lie on the ground to look weak man, this time actually a turn over, there is a lump of white powder towards her direction.

"What is it?" Murongsheng quickly turned around, waving his sleeves, but still slightly inhaled some white powder.

Shadow wood instant reaction come over, a foot will lie on the ground of the man to kick fly out. Let the man who had been seriously injured a mouthful of blood from his mouth, fell on the ground, motionless.

"Madame!" Shadow wood quickly and nervously looking at Murong Sheng, "what's the matter?"

Murongsheng carefully examined his body, then shook his head: "don't worry about me, I'm ok."

Then he squatted down, reached out and wiped the black powder on the ground, rubbed it a little, and looked a little strange: "this is Paper ash

"What?"

Hearing murongsheng's conclusion, yingmu squats down and twists his hand.

"Yes, this is the burnt paper dust powder." Murongsheng patted the powder on his hands clean. Although it was not poison powder, it was just the ashes left after the burning of the paper.

However, it is this that makes murongsheng feel more strange.

Murongsheng took a step forward, picked up the lonely purse that had just fallen from the man on the ground, looked through the things inside, and found that there was nothing left, only black powder.

And the black powder just spilled in her direction was spilled out of this purse by this man.

It's just

It's not clear what's going on. Murongsheng's brows are tightly twisted together.

Who can be so boring?

The ashes of the paper, which had been burned for a long time, were still kept on themselves.

What's more, such a delicate purse sewn with gold thread?