The Witch Who Fell from the Sky: The heroine is going crazy and killing again!

Chapter 415: Die'er...gets married...

The dye vat exploded with a loud bang, and the indigo liquid splashed everywhere like a rainstorm!

Yan Jinan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he protected Hua Lingyue behind him: "Lingyue, run!"

"What about you?!" Hua Lingyue looked at him, her eyes full of worry.

Yan Jinan grinned at her and said soothingly, "I'm a man, so of course I have to stay and cover you."

"No!" Hua Lingyue refused without a second thought: "You are an alchemist, how can I let you stay behind to cover us! If we leave, we leave together."

"Oh, it's too late." Yan Jinan pushed her out and said, "Go quickly. You can't die in the secret realm anyway. I will come back to find you when I am resurrected."

Hua Lingyue wanted to say something else, but she saw paper figures coming in like a tide. Their pale faces were distorted, their facial features outlined in ink were wriggling strangely, and they were laughing in a creepy way! The paper figures in the front row had already stretched out their dry claws, and they were only an inch away from Yan Jinan's back!

"There's no time!" Yan Jinan turned around abruptly, his palms igniting with blazing fire. The fire instantly enveloped him, forming a fragile barrier.

Hua Lingyue looked at Yan Jinan who was surrounded, and turned around and rushed in.

"Lingyue!" Yan Jinan's eyes widened in shock: "Why did you come back?!"

"Brother Yan! I can't abandon you!" Hua Lingyue said in a firm tone. Her spiritual power turned into countless thorny bushes, tightly entangling the paper man who pounced on her first.

The thorns and the paper figures entangled, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound...

Yan Jinan's throat choked, and the emotions surging in his chest almost burst out of his chest. He wiped his face fiercely, wiping out a bright red mark from the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay!" His voice was hoarse, but with unprecedented determination, "Then let these ghosts see for themselves--"

Before he finished speaking, the flame in his hand suddenly exploded and turned into a ferocious fire dragon that swirled up.

"Ours is awesome!"

At the same time, other people were also fighting fiercely with these strange paper figures in different places, but the big red sedan chair was not among them...

Bai Sinan looked at the man in front of him warily. There was an obvious dark red stain on the hem of his green robe, but his eyes were surprisingly clear on his pale face.

"You seem to still be conscious?" She lowered her voice very low, her eyes sweeping over the faint corpse spots on the man's neck.

When that cold hand touched her shoulder just now, she was about to use a killing move. But the man's voice behind her turned slowly like a gear that had not been used for many years: "Don't be afraid... I won't... hurt... you..."

Hearing this, she turned around doubtfully and asked the previous question.

The man nodded stiffly, his joints making a slight "crackling" sound. He raised his pale hand and pointed at the bottles and jars on the medicine cabinet: "Wait... Die'er..." Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from his chest, "She...is not in good health...I...am worried..."

Bai Sinan's eyes turned and he suddenly noticed the jade pendant hanging around the man's waist. There was a lifelike butterfly carved on it, and from the glossy color, it was easy to tell that the man in front of him attached great importance to this jade pendant.

"Who is she to you?"

A trace of sadness appeared in the man's eyes, and he lowered his head without answering.

Bai Sinan pursed his lips and asked again: "Do you know what happened here before?"

The sadness in the man's eyes became even more intense, but this time he opened his mouth and whispered, "...Die'er...is getting married..."