By decree and pro

Chapter 126 Nightmare?

"It's nothing, the fun among young people is something we old guys envy." Seeing Yan Wei frowned, the old city lord quickly kicked his son again, and then stopped talking.

Yan didn't continue to ask, he also knew that Usman said something shameless again, and it was still in front of his courtiers.

Fortunately, the meal was almost finished. After toasting each other, the two old people got up and said goodbye.

Yan saw that Barnick was still a little limping when he walked, which showed that the old castellan had heavy feet, but compared to Barnick who was quick to talk about everything, the old castellan was a formidable character. He knew everything, but he couldn't say anything.

"Yan, take a rest for a while, I see that you have been with them for two hours."

"Well, this meal is long enough, but I'm not tired, I've been eating all the time, and once I'm full, I'll have enough energy." Yan said with a smile, "Ilya, please do some errands with Us Man said, I want to see him."

"Really?" Ilya was a little surprised, "I thought you had to calm down for ten days and half a month. After all, this is not a trivial matter."

"Did Your Majesty tell you anything?" Seeing Ilya's preoccupied appearance, Yan couldn't help asking.

"Your Majesty is very worried about you, and you..." Although Yan had a good meal without drinking strong alcohol, Ilya couldn't be sure whether Yan wanted this child or not, so he couldn't say clearly.

"You go." Yan nodded, "Tell Your Majesty, I've figured it out, let's have a good talk."

"Okay." Ilya said, "Then you have a good rest, and if you have something to do, call someone in charge outside."

"I know." Yan Ying said, took a sip of the herbal tea that aided digestion.

It's too dark in here!

Usman had never seen such darkness before, even if he tried to open his eyes wide, he couldn't see the slightest light.

Not only that, his mouth and nose were tightly covered by the darkness, he couldn't breathe in or exhale, the suffocation felt like a boulder pressing heavily on his chest, the intense pain made his whole body tremble uncontrollably, his hands scratched at random Looking at the surrounding stone walls, the nails were unbearably broken, and the sharp edge of the nail pierced into the finger, the pain was like a needle poking a fire.

He is in pain, uncomfortable, he needs to breathe, he needs to escape from this dark sarcophagus, he doesn't want to stay here anymore!

But it was useless, not only could he not scratch the darkness in front of him, but he was also pressed even tighter by the terrifying darkness.He choked, convulsed, and gradually lost consciousness...

A red-eyed crow lightly landed on Usman's chest. It was very kind and told Usman that it would take away his pain and suffocation, and his heart would never hurt like a fire again. , all suffering will be relieved.

Usman's hands stopped struggling, and a smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth. Immediately... he could die, finally.

……No

he can't die...

Can't just die like this!

Usman suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw a birch forest, and the brilliance of the setting sun slanted through the tree trunks, covering the young man's body.

He held a longbow in his hand and carried an arrow on his back, but there was no prey under his feet. He just stood there and watched the breeze blowing through the leaves.His long eyelashes are half drooping, and his black and clear eyes are so beautiful...

Usman stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his cheeks that were dyed reddish by the setting sun: "Yanyan..."

Suddenly, the birch forest in front of him disappeared, and Usman returned to the darkness, but this time the sarcophagus had been lifted, and countless red-eyed crows hung upside down above his head.

They hung like shuttles under the ropes, blood had flowed out, and the necks cut by sharp knives exposed crimson flesh.

It stinks.

There is a disgusting smell of blood everywhere.

This smell... Usman suddenly lowered his head, he was lying in the dark pool of blood, no wonder the rancid smell was overwhelming.Usman sat up, raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his chest, and found that one ugly rune after another was drawn on his chest, and these runes almost covered his... young body.

How old is this?Usman looked at his young palm in surprise, more than one year old?three years old?

"You, you can't get up!" With a panicked and hoarse shout, seven or eight crow spirit warlocks rushed over and pressed his head, grabbed his feet, and pushed him back to the place where he was screaming. In the blood-stained oval sarcophagus.

"Quick! Seal him up!"

"Once the ritual is broken, it will bring disaster!"

"Let go!—let me go!"

Usman was extremely furious, and while roaring, those warlocks were all thrown away, like bumping into a crazy elephant, their chests were crushed flat, and the sound of bones cracking made the ears sore, the warlocks even He couldn't even scream, and his seven orifices spurted blood, which was even more terrifying than the death of those crows!

Usman struggled to climb out of the sarcophagus, his feet stepped on the bloody ground, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

The crow hanging upside down disappeared, as did the sarcophagus, altar, and the broken corpses of the warlocks behind him.

Usman smelled the smell of moss in his nose, which was wet and astringent, as if he had just chewed a handful of green moss between his lips and teeth.

"Dingling..." The soft sound of footbells turned into a blue butterfly dancing in Usman's ears.

"jingle……!"

The sound was getting louder and louder.

Usman followed the prestige, and suddenly found that pair of flawless white feet with silver bells were right under his eyes.

This is a pair of young woman's feet. The ankles are particularly slender and can be grasped in the palm of the hand. The toes are round and the nails are slightly pink.

The footbell she was wearing was beautiful, with intricate totems engraved on the bell. Usman vaguely recognized that it was a crow. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the feet suddenly turned in one direction, jingling Go down loudly.

Yes, down.

They stood on a long, steep stone step.

Usman also followed her. Occasionally, he would look down and see the shoes he was wearing. They were a pair of teenagers' shoes, with a bean-sized gold bead embroidered on the delicate blue satin.

This is a gift from his father on his 12th birthday, a pair of noble shoes that are not useful, and the soles will be worn out when walking two stone steps.

Yes, nobles come and go in places covered with gorgeous carpets, or if someone carries a sedan chair, how could they walk in such a damp and dark place by themselves.

"This is... the dungeon under the Death Row Tower." Usman recognized it. This road can only lead to the underground prison, where Denleman was once held.

"You don't need to go down, Danerman is not here." Usman stopped and said to the jumping footbell.

The footbell stopped, and suddenly, a pair of arms covered with snow-white veils stretched out from the darkness, grabbing Usman's right hand involuntarily, signaling him to continue walking down.

Usman finally saw the place other than the ankle, but who is she?The gauze on her body was as thin as a cicada's wings, with a shell-like luster, it was an extremely precious winter cicada gauze.

Her voice, her face, and even her torso were still hidden in the darkness. This feeling was very strange. Usman even had a feeling that it wasn't that she was hiding from people, but that he didn't want to see her face.

However, he clearly wanted to know in his heart, who was she?

Being pulled by the woman's wrist, Usman had no choice but to continue walking down, but he knew that there was no one in the dungeon, and Denerman was locked up by him in the priest's tower.

The dungeon was very dark. Someone lit a lamp and placed it on the ground casually, illuminating a corner of the pitted and green mossy stone ground.

Tick.

The groundwater condenses on the stone wall and seeps down endlessly all year round.When you first hear it, you will feel that the sound is clear and sweet, just like the delicate foot bell, but after listening to it for a long time, you will feel irritable and wish to stop the sound immediately, but no matter how you use your hands to wipe off the water marks on the stone wall, you will not let it go. When they drip down, there will still be a ticking sound from somewhere, and they will be caught off guard, falling and shattering.

This sound seemed to be engraved deep in Usman's mind, even if the water drops hadn't fallen, there would still be that annoying and trembling ticking sound.

The woman pulled Rausman's arm, and the slender hand pointed to a well in the cell.

It is unknown when and by whom this well was built. It may have been used to supply water to the Death Row Tower at first, but it has long since been abandoned.

Usman approached the well puzzled.Different from the dry scene in the past and the bottom of the well covered with gravel, it is full of clear groundwater, the walls of the well are covered with moss, and the bottom of the well is deep and dark.

The water surface reflected Usman's face like a mirror. He looked at himself with silver hair and green eyes, looking like a handsome young man.

"This...!" Usman caressed his cheeks, the lines of his face in the water were immature and round.

While he was in a daze, another drop of water dripped from nowhere, smashing the surface of the water with a ticking sound, his face became broken and distorted, as if someone had torn it apart forcefully.

Usman frowned, and when he was confused, a strand of black hair slowly floated up from under the shattered ripples, and a string of bubbles gushed out, making the cold well water more turbid.Immediately afterwards, a head—a head belonging to Denleman slowly emerged from the water, with long hair floating with the waves, deep black eyes staring at Usman, and his lips parted in a weird giggle laughter……

"What?!" Usman woke up startled from his chair, the ceramic flagon on the tea table beside him exploded, and the full wine was poured on the ground, which has been diffused under Usman's feet, reflecting His extremely pale and frightened face.

"Derman..." Usman stared intently at the pool of dark red wine. He hadn't taken off his wig yet. His long, jet-black hair and deep-featured face all looked very much like Denerman. .

From childhood to adulthood, some people thought that he and Dan Erman were twin brothers, the same height, the same fat and thin, the same face, and even the small movements of the corners of the lips when they smiled were exactly the same.

"If it weren't for the different hair and eye colors, you really wouldn't be able to tell which is which."

Everyone, including Father Wang, said so.

But they are different. Usman knows that there are many differences between himself and Denerman. For example, once Denerman is wronged, he likes to cry to his mother and get comfort from her.And he would just keep silent and endure in silence, because his mother never cared about his feelings.

Usman knew that Denerman had begged his mother to kill him many times, so when he took power in Xiliang, the first thing he did was to lock Denerman into the unfathomable dungeon and send heavy guards.

Usman intends to imprison Denlman until he dies.

Or—just kill Denlman now.

Anyway, this elder brother and him have never been of one mind.

Even if they have such a similar appearance, even if they are brothers of the same father and mother, they can't change their hostile identities.

Usman stared at the reflection on the ground, as if it was Dan Erman, they looked at each other, eyes full of hatred.

"Perhaps, I should order him to be killed." Usman clenched his fists and thought secretly.

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew by, and "Dan Erman" reflected in the shadow of the wine suddenly moved. His back-length black hair seemed to condense the night flowers and reveal a quiet light, and his eyes were like The black crystal was bright in color, and he smiled evilly with the corners of his mouth raised, and raised his arms in one direction, the other towards the northwest corner.

Dan Erman opened his lips and said something silently, and the giggling and weird laughter filled Usman's mind again.

"What?!" Usman turned pale in shock. Before he could make a sound, someone shook him awake.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?!"

Usman opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a blurry figure. He closed his eyes hard, only to see that it was Ilya with a shocked face.

"...What?" Usman was stunned, unable to figure out where he was and what he was doing.

"Your Majesty! You are awake!" Ilya heaved a sigh of relief, his voice was still full of tears, "Why do you sleep so deeply, the little one can't wake you up no matter how much you scream, your legs are so frightened gone."

"I... fell asleep?" Usman realized that he was still sitting in the chair, and couldn't help but glanced at the table. The wine jug was placed intact, not broken, and there was no strange figure of Denleman on the ground.

"You are not only asleep, but your reaction is similar to a coma. No matter how the little one screams or pats you on the shoulder, you won't wake up. You keep talking nonsense that people can't understand. The little one really can't help it." , I sent someone to call the doctor just now." Ilya was beading with sweat on his forehead, telling how terrified he was just now.

"No, I can't call a doctor." Usman immediately said, "If Yan finds out, he will be worried."