sinovels Chapter 29 Demon Sword 07
Chapter 29 Demon Sword 07
Looking at the delicate little flower on his chest, everyone in Wei Siming looked terrified and earthy, "Why, how could this be?"
Bamboo sat in the black knife, showing contempt on his face. This group of people loses because they carelessly underestimate the enemy. They claim to be righteous, but their IQ is negative.
"Evil obstacle! Get the antidote quickly!" The old man with white beard and hair shook his hands and roared angrily.
"Evil?" The corners of Fengyue's mouth sank, and with a wave of her hand on the side, a man in black rushed towards the old man. The dagger in his hand was shining coldly, and he was about to take the old man's head!
The old man's eyes were wide open, and his left hand pressed against the floating dust of his right hand, barely blocking this move.
The man in black retreated, and had no choice but to return to Fengyue, but because of the cause in his body, the old man channeled his internal force again, causing the toxin to accelerate, and the small flower bone on his chest was half-open. Unable to stand still, he fell to his knees.
A few disciples around the old man quickly surrounded him, but they didn't dare to say anything more while guarding the old man's side.
"Old man, see clearly who is holding your life!" Fengyue sternly said with an idle look.
Wei Siming forced himself to be calm, with cold sweat on his forehead, "Fengyue! Hand over the antidote! Today's sects can spare you!"
"You won't die around me? At this point, you still want to intimidate me?" Fengyue was not afraid at all, and retorted.
"You!" Wei Siming had no choice but to soften his tone, "Fengyue! As long as you hand over the antidote, whether you want to lead the world or want me to be the leader of the martial arts, we can discuss it."
When Fengyue heard it, she seemed to be interested, and asked: "Is this true? Willingly?"
The muscles around Wei Siming's cheeks tightened, forcing himself to calm down, "I am willing!"
"Papa-papa--" Fengyue clapped her hands clapping, "It's so courageous, then let me tell you, there is no cure for this cause-seeking flower."
"what!"
"you're lying!"
"Fengyue! How can you tease others!"
Immediately, there were shouts of exclamation and curses, and Wei Siming was also shocked, but his face remained silent. He was afraid that if he showed his timidity, everything would be over.
Fengyue seemed to enjoy everyone's anger, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "However, although there is no antidote, there is a way to cure the poison of seeking the cause."
"What method! You said it!" Seeing Fengyue walking slowly, the young disciple of Yiyi couldn't help asking urgently.
Fengyue didn't care about his rudeness, watching everyone's eyes flashed with interest, like a child discovering a very interesting toy, and said loudly: "Xunyin walks with internal force, penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and erodes the inner organs. If you are willing to dissipate all your martial arts, the poison of looking for seals will naturally evaporate with the exhaustion of your martial arts, I am afraid that you are reluctant to part with this whole body of martial arts."
After the words fell into silence, all the power was exhausted?Among the hundred or so people present, young disciples are not counted. How can these powerful people and those who have been in high positions for a long time abandon their confidence and reliance like this?
This is simply torture!
The younger disciples are fine, their skills are not deep enough, even if they die, at worst, they will start over and start over, but it is better to be older than to lose their lives.
Immediately there were a few young disciples who couldn't hold their breath and sat on the ground, pretending to be guarded. Before the elders had time to stop them, they saw white smoke billowing from their heads, and all their kung fu was exhausted in a blink of an eye.
The moment a few young disciples opened their eyes, they opened their chests and checked.
The chest was smooth, and there was no trace of the little flower, as if its previous existence was an illusion!
"Okay! Alright! Hahaha!"
A few young disciples huddled together, no matter whether their martial arts were still there or not, as long as their lives were saved, they were still young, and they didn't have as many worries as those elders in charge.
"This..." The elder of a sect hesitated, he is not so selfless, and he is not so reconciled when he dies, so what should we do?
A few tall and strong men shouted: "I will fight with you today!" They rushed towards Fengyue regardless of their care, which meant that both sides would suffer.
Then before reaching Fengyue, he slashed horizontally with a black knife, and the scarlet knife aura spread, blocking the invasion of several people, and began to fight with them.
Seeing that they had already started fighting, some people continued to pour in and joined the fight. Among these people, some still don't believe in the flower poison of Xuncai, some firmly believe in Fengyuezang's antidote, and a few of them are really determined to die , planning to fight to the death with the Moon Worship Sect.
Some rushed forward, and some retreated. The first few young disciples who lost their kung fu looked at each other and ran away quietly.Then one after another, people took advantage of the chaos to leave and escape, maybe they could go to a famous doctor, find an antidote, and still have a chance of life.
Fengyue watched those fleeing people with cold eyes. When a man in black signaled whether he wanted to chase, Fengyue shook his head, and let him go, anyway, he was already a waste.
Holding a black knife in the dark, he slashed and slashed among the crowd, as if entering no one's land, the warm blood was sprinkled all over the land of the Moon Worship Sect, and watered on the white corolla of the Xunyin flower, adding to the ordinary little white flower. There was a touch of color.
When swinging the knife secretly, he will carefully wrap the blade with the knife air. Since meeting the human form of Zhuzhen, Zhuzhen has become more and more daring, and there are more and more requirements. For example, not to be stained with blood is one of them.
Until the bell of Youshi struck three times, the sky was full of sunset clouds, and layers of clouds dyed red by the setting sun floated over the Moon Worship Sect. soil of.
He secretly took out a silk handkerchief from the sleeve robe and wiped the non-existent blood on the knife. Behind him were piled corpses, scattered corpses, and the hideous and distorted expressions on the heads, and the pairs of eyes covered with dust were gray. The eyes are open, and the eyes will not rest in peace.
Zhu Xi was silent. He didn't know when Lao Gong had this bloody and terrifying way of killing. It was completely different from the neat and clean beheading he used to. When he swung the knife, he saw bloodthirsty madness in his eyes. This change seemed to be different from that in this life. It is closely related to the terrible prohibition that has not yet been revealed.
Fengyue stood up from the chair, stretched lazily, turned her back, walked towards her Fengyue Pavilion step by step, and instructed someone to clean up the Shura battlefield before leaving.
The speed of cleaning up was very fast. The disciples who came and went dragged away the corpses, put the corpses into bags and took them away. The blood-soaked soil was covered with a new layer of mud. The bloody carved railings and paintings were carefully wiped clean by the maid. After a short while, the Moon Worship Sect returned to its former splendor and immortality. If it wasn't for the faint smell of fishy sweetness passing through the nose, who would have thought of this place? Was it like a battlefield in Luoyang?
An held the black knife in his arms and hurried back to stop the killing, the madness in his eyes had not faded away, the hand holding the black knife was still trembling with excitement, as if he was still nostalgic for the thrill of killing before.
Arriving at Zhishaju, the dark guards are busy helping Fengyue finish the work, and there is no one to watch for the time being, Fengyue transforms into a human form.
"What's wrong with you?" Bamboo asked worriedly.
An Zun was slightly taken aback when he saw Zhu Chong, his eyes touched the dark red air knife on Zhu Chong's waist, which was the same as his own, and the blood in his eyes surged.
"Come on, make gestures." As he said that, he grabbed the air knife in his hand and swung it fiercely.
Zhu Xun dodged in embarrassment, barely stood firm, and angrily reprimanded: "Why are you crazy!"
The corner of An An's mouth curled up viciously, and he flew towards the bamboo pole, "Be serious!"
The two of them started fighting in the bamboo forest in front of Zhisha. The flying dust blinded Zhu Zhang's eyes, and he was almost hit by a head-on knife. , The bamboo branch several feet high crashed to the ground, the bamboo tree finally turned dark, and the momentum of the whole body soared, and the knife was raised and rushed towards the dark.
Seeing that Zhu Zhang was finally serious, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he wanted to do a big job when he flipped his wrist.Two soaring red awns criss-crossed and parted among the lush green bamboo forest, and the air waves they brought lifted the fallen leaves all over the place.
Zhuxi saw the right time and approached An, the air knife in his hand dissipated, and the breath in his body exploded. As soon as he grabbed An's hand holding the air knife, he threw him to the ground. With one force in his hand, the air knife in An's hand fell on the ground.
Having lost his weapon, he was actually entangled with the bamboo raft with his bare hands. After a few flips, he pressed the bamboo raft to the ground, riding on the bamboo raft's waist, with both legs pressing on the bamboo raft's legs, and holding the bamboo raft's wrist tightly with both hands. Press on the sides.
"dark!"
"Calm down!"
"What the hell happened to you!"
"Keep your sanity!"
Zhu Zhang was restrained and could only roar at An An.
With a frenzied expression on his face, An An squatted on the bamboo pole, watching his black hair scattered behind him in a mess, and his red robe was loosely entangled, revealing his delicate and slender collarbone. When did a bamboo leaf stick to it, covering the bamboo's opening and closing lips.
An Ben's eyes that were still bloodthirsty and excited suddenly became silent, the color of his eyes deepened, his eyes were full of those pink lips and the tender green bamboo leaves on his lips.
"You look...delicious..."
With An An's sigh, a pair of cool and thin lips covered her warm and tender lips.
The struggling movements of Zhuzhen's hands gradually relaxed, and a pair of eyes that were extremely bright because of anger gradually blurred.
Secretly licking the bamboo's lips, he put the bamboo leaf into his mouth, and sucked carefully with the bamboo leaf holding the bamboo's lips, as if tasting some good dessert.
The crisp and tender bamboo leaves were crushed between the two people's lips and tongues, and the green juice slid down the corners of the bamboo's lips. The dark and raging lips searched for the fragrant juice and licked all the way-kissed the bamboo's cheeks and ears, In the end, I became interested in the small and white earlobe like a jade bead. With one mouth, I put the small jade bead between my lips and bit it tightly. Rouge.
"Hmm..." Zhu's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help making a soft hum.
Darkness seemed to be inspired, he let go of the poor little earlobe that was being ravaged, turned to the bony neck, the beautiful collarbone, and a pair of big hands that often held knives also poked in along the messy skirt of the bamboo, The rough and thin calluses on the palm rubbed against the delicate skin of bamboo, causing trembling.
An An squeezed one leg between Zhu's legs to fix it, and supported the back of Zhu's neck with one hand, forcing him to raise his head to bear his fierce kiss.The long and deep kiss made Zhutong push back with difficulty breathing. Even in such a dark place, he never let go of his hands. Instead, he tightened the bamboo stick even more forcefully to get close to him. Feeling the touch, the frantic and bloodthirsty state of mind gradually calmed down, and before Zhu Zhang was about to pass out due to poor breathing, he let go of his hand and withdrew from Zhu Zhang's lips and tongue.
The loosened bamboo stick was lying on the grass covered with bamboo leaves, panting heavily, the hair on the temples was messy pasted on the sweaty forehead and neck, the bright red lips were slightly swollen, and there were chaotic spots on the sides of the lips and chin. Water stains, a strand of silver thread connected between the lips and tongues of the two.Zhu Xuan looked at the dark with a pair of moist eyes, and there was a trace of grievance deep in the eyes.
An's eyes gradually cleared up, looking at the messy bamboo pole under him, he got up apologetically, and helped him up.
Zhu Xuan leaned against An's body weakly, the loose red robe slipped off, revealing round shoulders, a flat porcelain-white chest, raging red marks all over the neck and chest.
An An lightly gathers up Zhu's robe, hangs his hands on Zhu's shoulders for a moment, seems to be hesitating, and finally falls down, hugging Zhu.
After Zhuxue had recovered his breath, he reached out and grabbed An's big hand, his moist eyes looked fixed.
"You have taken advantage of it, and you still don't want to be my wife?"
Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, looked at Zhu's determined look, his eyes darkened, and finally shook his head slightly.
The brilliance in Zhu Xi's bright eyes gradually dimmed, and he immediately lowered his head, as if he was afraid of being seen, one hand was still tightly holding An's hand, but he was unwilling to let go.
An pulled out his hand forcefully, and when the palm slipped from Zhu's hand, Zhu's body trembled almost imperceptibly, how could An who was holding Zhu's body not feel his trembling, a faint feeling rose in his heart. Distressed, he always felt that he had seen Zhu's cautious yet stubborn and arrogant look before, but he couldn't remember when he saw it.
Zhu Xun didn't dare to have much hope at all, he seemed to be cheerful but cautiously tested, fortunately he could show the most open-minded look when he was rejected, but when he secretly pulled out his hand, there was still a sense of fear and fear in his heart. sad mood.
Then An An didn't shake his hand away as he expected, but covered his hand again, holding his hand tightly.
The scorching hot breath sprayed on his sensitive ears, and a deep, metallic voice sounded, accompanied by the vibration of his chest, reaching his body together.
"It should be your husband."
Zhuxun's heart fluttered and fell to the ground in an instant, starting from the back next to the dark chest, the whole body began to warm up.
The two of them lost themselves in the entanglement in the bamboo forest, but they forgot that although there were no hidden guards today, this killing place is not without people.
By the window not too far away from the two of them, Bi Luo leaned against the wall of the room by the window, his slanted eyes had a panoramic view of the entanglement between the two, his face was calm, and his deep eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking .
Since the major factions attacked the Moon Worship Sect again, Wei Siming, the leader of the martial arts alliance, has disappeared.The major sects suffered heavy losses, almost losing all the main force in the sect. Those who lost a few elders were better off, and some sects even had their heads die in the Moon Worship Sect.And those who escaped from the Moon Worship Sect, searched all over the famous doctors, but none of them could cure the cause-seeking flower poison. Can maintain the way of not moving around, procrastinating the days as much as possible, and still have a small hope for a cure.
a month later.
A bronzing post with a white background appeared on the desks of various sects.
A handsome and erratic thin golden body, full of arrogance at the turning point.
I saw two lines of big characters on that post:
At noon on the [-]th of this month, at the residence of the leader of the Wulin alliance, we met with the new leader.
Those who do not reach will be cut off.
Everyone was angry in their hearts. It was self-evident who the new alliance leader was. Then, they did not dare to express their anger. Now in this world, the Moon Worship Sect is the only one, and no one can match it. For the sake of my own life, it is better to go.
November [-]th, at noon, the residence of the leader of the martial arts alliance.
With the first fluttering snow in early winter, the Martial Arts Lord's Mansion ushered in its new owner.
Nuo Da's martial arts lord's mansion has changed from its plain appearance in the past, and has been decorated magnificently by the people of the Moon Worship Sect.There are two majestic stone lions at the gate with red silk flowers on their chests.
Sad-faced martial arts people, either in groups or alone, gathered in the martial arts lord's mansion, preparing to meet his new master.
In the main hall of the mansion, people were bustling on both sides, and the tables were filled with delicacies, but no one was in the mood to taste them.
A bright red carpet in the middle leads directly to the luxurious carved nanmu seats at the front of the main hall, and the chairs are covered with rare luxurious animal skins.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, a group of men in black entered the main hall and stood on both sides with bowed heads. From far to near, a moon-white figure walked slowly.
Fengyue wears a brocade robe with moon-white dark patterns, and wears a jade pendant on her waist that symbolizes the identity of the leader of the martial arts alliance. Her black hair is neatly tied on the top of her head and fixed with a delicate white jade crown.
Fengyue's eyes were slightly black and blue, but her expression was full of arrogance, her eyes turned aside the silent martial artists on both sides, and the corners of her mouth were raised ironically, heh, so what if he doesn't know martial arts?The world finally fell into his hands!
As for the black eyes, it was because last night, a rare dream he had.
Ever since he started his mission, he has stopped dreaming. He vaguely remembers that the dreams he had when he was a child were all about his mother who couldn't see her face clearly, with a vague and warm smile on her face.But last night's dream was very different.
In the dream, the sky was full of red, and blood was dyed everywhere in bright colors. Every step he walked, he stepped on thick bones. Along the way, he saw the maid who was executed by him, the partner who was poisoned to death, and who had abused him. The head of a certain family whom he had executed with one knife and one knife, died behind him with blood gushing from their mouths.
Then he saw An, with an expressionless face, watched him raise his hand, cut his own neck with the black knife in his hand, and An also died.
His face was stiff, maintaining his final arrogance, and he walked towards his throne step by step, even though everyone was dead.
There was only one Qingmo madly shouting in front of him.
"Even if you exhausted all your schemes and obtained this world, so what!"
"You can't get it! Never get it!"
"What you get is nothing more than a world for one person!"
"You are the only one in the world!"
Then Qing Mo also died.
Fengyue sat on his throne blankly, he was the only one in the whole world, but so what?
He laughed foolishly, his expression full of madness.Haven't you already made up your mind?What you want, even if you use all means, even if you lose everything, you still have to get it.
Then he woke up, today is the day when he becomes the leader of the martial arts.
Fengyue walked to the seat in the middle step by step, and when she arrived at the seat, she flipped her back robe and sat on it. Looking at the stiff crowd on both sides, she raised her lips and smiled.
"Why, I am not happy to be your martial arts leader?"
Everyone silenced, no one dared to speak, not even dared to look up at him in an upright manner.
Seeing this, Fengyue raised her hand and waved lightly, and a head flew up and then landed on the ground and rolled around a few times. The body of the person still maintained the posture before his death, sitting stiffly, and the head was broken from the roots. The blood spattered from the neck splashed the heads and faces of the people around him.
"I'll ask you again, but you're not happy?"
"Open, happy..."
"happy……"
Someone answered in a low voice one after another, Fengyue nodded with a little satisfaction, and said, "Happy, why don't you smile?"
The crowd did not dare to speak out.
"Laugh!"
"Hahaha……"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Haha...hahaha..."
Gradually, stiff laughter sounded, and it gradually became a series of laughter. I don’t know, I thought it was something interesting and funny when I heard the sound, but this laughter, no matter how it sounds, is full of so much laughter. A touch of weirdness.
Holding the black knife in his arms, he stayed in a dark place where no one was watching, and beside him stood Bi Luo, who had swept away the decadence and tidy up of the past.
"Is he crazy?" Bi Luo said softly.
Dark brows were lightly frowned, watching Fengyue's crazy posture without saying a word.
Bi Luo didn't expect to be able to answer secretly, and said to herself: "I'm afraid I'm not crazy, but I'm not far from crazy." After saying that, he sneered, seeming to mock Fengyue, and also seemed to be self-satisfied.
The leader has a feast.
People in the Jianghu are in a state of panic. Fengyue, who was thought to be the new leader of the martial arts alliance, will usher in a bloody storm, but none of it has come.
On the contrary, Fengyue took care of all the big and small matters in this arena in an orderly manner. Even so, his reputation of not distinguishing between good and evil, bloodthirsty, and bloodthirsty would not disappear for three to five years.
On this day, I secretly came to the pavilion at the end of the corridor in the Moon Worship Sect.
It's already deep winter, and the pavilion is surrounded by chilly winter plum blossoms. There is a stove burning inside the pavilion, and there are curtains hanging around it, so it's not too cold.
Fengyue was lying on a bamboo couch covered with animal skins in tulle, holding a porcelain white wine jug with a narrow neck in her hand, pouring wine one by one.
On the stone table next to the bamboo couch, several jugs of fine wine were warming.
Fengyue was not surprised when she saw the darkness coming, she kept drinking and just said softly: "You are here."
"I'll get the medicine." He said in a dark voice.
Fengyue looked up at him, seemingly puzzled, "What medicine?"
Seeing him pretending to be stupid, he was unmoved, and just said to himself, "Qingmo's antidote."
"Qingmo? Who is Qingmo?" Fengyue asked back, frowning slightly, as if she really didn't remember.
Not wanting to get entangled with him, she just stretched out her hand stiffly, "The antidote!"
Fengyue sat up and looked at a slender and powerful hand in front of her. The palm was covered with thin calluses. When she stretched out her hand, she actually put the wine pot in An's hand.
"You want to drink? Just tell me."
Holding the jug secretly, he paused for a while, and a pair of sharp eyes searched Fengyue up and down, as if he was judging whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
"Here, drink! Watch what I do!" Fengyue raised her chin, pointed at the jug, and signaled him to drink.
An raised his hand and shattered the jug in his hand, and the fragrant wine splashed all over the floor.
"Tsk, it's a pity, this is the best Baihua Niang." Fengyue looked at the broken wine pot on the ground and muttered to herself.
"Fengyue! Give me the antidote!" He secretly shouted, with a look of impatience on his brows.
"Fengyue... You haven't called me by my name for a long time..." Fengyue murmured, before she interrupted herself, "The antidote? I'm afraid I won't be able to use it."
"What do you mean by that?" He clenched his black knife tightly, thinking that if he didn't give a reasonable explanation, he would step forward and slash him.
"Literally." Fengyue curled her lips, took another jug of wine, lay down on the bamboo couch, and drank it one mouthful at a time.
"I have helped you get the leader of the martial arts!" Darkly drew his knife and slashed at it fiercely, the granite stone table was split in half, and the wine pot and tea cup on it were smashed to the ground.
"If you want to get the antidote, take Qing Mo Biluo and leave." Feng Yu said firmly.
"Do you think I don't know that Bi Luo has been pretending to be crazy?"
"If he is willing to pretend, I will accompany him to pretend. We have grown up together since we were young."
"However, Bi Luo is pretending to be stupid, and Qing Mo is really stupid."
When Bi Luo, who had been hiding in the dark, heard this, she couldn't help but rushed up.
"Fengyue! What did you do to Qingmo!"
"Heh~" Fengyue sneered.
"The Lord has arrived."
"Fengyue! I'm asking you something! What's wrong with you! Why are you really stupid?" Biluo asked Fengyue frantically, the worry in her tone was obvious.
"You're worried about him." Fengyue looked at Biluo with a cold tone.
"Obviously the four of us grew up together, when did you ever worry about me?"
Biluo paused when he heard that, and looked at him inexplicably. If he hadn't used all his tricks, how could the four of them have ended up in such a state?
"Qingmo has two types of poison in his body. I found out that it was too late. Although I still detoxified him, under the impact of the two powerful poisons, his brain has been burned out. Now, with the three-year-old child It's about the same." Fengyue said flatly.Qing Mo became stupid, not because he discovered it late, his actions have always been under his control, how could he not discover it, it was just intentional.
Thinking of the dream, Qing Mo yelled 'You are the world alone' one after another, Zhu Xi's eyes gradually darkened, you deserve it.
When Bi Luo heard this, she took a step back, "Where is Qing Mo? Give him back to me!"
"Give it back to you?" Fengyue stood up and approached Bi Luo.
"Give him to you, what can I use to control the darkness?" Fengyue raised her head and looked at Bi Luo's face seriously, seeing the struggling look on his face, she was so happy.
"What exactly do you want?" An, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.
what do you want?
Fengyue suddenly became quiet when she heard that, she lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
What exactly does he want?
He wants to be dark willingly.
Does he give it?
"Heh~" Fengyue sneered, "Go away, while I'm still in a good mood, don't worry, I won't take Qingmo's life for the time being." Then she lifted the veil and left wearing a light gauze Go out, don't think it's cold outside.
After Fengyue left, Bi Luo seemed to have lost all her strength, her shoulders drooped, and she no longer had that strategizing look.
"Tell me, where is Qingmo?"
"Could he be really stupid?"
"Qing Mo has been impulsive since he was a child, and I don't know how he is living these days."
He couldn't answer secretly, so he could only accompany Bi Luo in silence.
"I still remember how cute and soft Fengyue was when she was young, how did she become like this?"
"Look at his persistence to you now, it's exactly the same as when he was a child."
"Now, can you tell me about it? What happened between you and Fengyue back then?"
He pursed his lips secretly, clenched the black knife in his hand, felt the tremor of the blade, opened his thin lips lightly, and told Bi Luo what happened back then.
Including what he has seen, the inhumane abuse Fengyue has received, including Fengyue's forced smile, including the poisonous needle he blocked for himself, the deaf left ear, and the weak-sighted left eye.
He remembered that back then, when he finally killed Patriarch Nangong, Fengyue, regardless of the poisonous needles on her body and her already blackened lips, struggled to draw out her dagger and cut off Patriarch Nangong's place with one blow, her eyes were full of madness and pain .
Darkness is sympathetic and tolerant to Fengyue, just like a younger brother who was brought with her since childhood, but in the end she became like that.
So until now, even if Fengyue is not the same Fengyue as before, An can't help but kill him.
After hearing this, Bi Luo remained silent for a while.
Finally, he sighed softly, "The cause and effect in this world..."
The days are going on unremarkably, Fengyue has not allowed them to see Qingmo.
During this period of time, the rivers and lakes have gradually calmed down. All sects and factions are busy re-expanding their influence and consolidating their own strength.
This day and night.
Zhu Xun slept deeply in An's arms, vaguely felt that An's arm around him was getting tighter and tighter, and his palm was holding his arm tightly, which forced Zhu Xing to wake up in pain.
Zhu Xi frowned slightly and opened his eyes, and looked around blankly, it was dark, only the bright and clear moonlight shining in from the window in winter.
Borrowing the dim moonlight, Zhu Tong looked at the darkness.
Zhu Zhang was startled by this sight, he saw An's face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes rolled uneasily under his tightly closed eyelids.
"Dark!" Bamboo stretched out his hand and pushed Dark, wondering if he had some kind of nightmare.
However, no matter how Zhuzhang pushes him or calls him, he just doesn't wake up, and his uneasiness is evident in his rapidly rolling eyes.
Zhuhang became more and more worried and anxious, he got up and lit the candles, and the room was considered to have some light.
By candlelight, the bamboo stick gently wiped off the cold sweat on the dark forehead, and his fingers bit by bit opened the clenched fist of his hand. The palm had already turned blue and pale. He clenched his palm in an instant, as if he wanted to crush Zhu's hand.
Zhuxi frowned, but didn't pull out his hand, he approached An, and pressed against him tightly, raised his head and moved closer to An's cold forehead, and stuck it to An's cold forehead exactly.
Since he couldn't wake up, he went to his dream to find out what made him so uneasy and afraid, and by the way, brought him out of the nightmare.
After a period of dizziness, Zhu Xiang came to a dark dream.
There was nothing in the empty space, only a thick fog, which was about to liquefy, blocking Zhu's sight.
Zhu Xun frowned and searched in the thick mist, but he didn't see the dark figure for a long time.
"dark!"
"Dark! Where are you?"
"Dark, can you hear me?"
"Relax, I'm here to pick you up!"
Zhu Xun kept shouting in this empty dense fog, hoping that An could hear him.
As if responding to him, the originally thick fog suddenly became thinner, and gradually everything around him could be seen clearly.
When he saw everything in front of him clearly, Zhu Tong took a step back in shock.
This, this is simply hell!
In the secret room of nearly a hundred square meters, there are piles of rotten corpses all around, some are still fresh, some have rotted and maggots, the methods of death are different, but they are all equally miserable, and judging from the size of the corpses, the age is not the same. not big.
The dark wall is full of dried blood, and there are bloody handprints all over the place.
The bloody handprint also looked very small, about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child.
Only now did Zhu Chong see clearly that there were not only corpses in the room, but also children scattered in the four corners.
The children in the group were all dirty and haggard. Most of them were injured. Some of them had broken legs and had holes in their stomachs.
At a glance, Zhu Xun saw the lonely self occupying a corner of the wall, with long hair sticking together in a mess, the tattered robe not covering his body, and the child who had wolf-like fierce eyes despite the wounds on his body was An An.
It was dark when I was a child, Bamboo thought so.
Seeing the darkness like this, Zhu Xi's heart ached instantly. He wanted to hug him into his arms, ask him if it hurt, and help him heal his wound, but he couldn't.
Zhu Xuan found that he couldn't get through, no matter how desperately he rushed forward, he would be bounced away by the invisible barrier.
He shouted his name loudly, Bi An, An, and even Lu Xuan Mitai, but An could not hear him. He just squatted in the corner and looked around vigilantly, as if as long as there was someone At the slightest disturbance, he would pounce on them and fight desperately.
A bell rang in the dark room, and the bodies of several children shook, all looking vigilantly at the locked iron door of the dark room.
coming!
The heavy iron door made a harsh scraping sound and opened to both sides.
Two men in black came in dragging a cage behind them. Inside the cage was a hungry black bear with green eyes!
When the black bear smelled the rancid and disgusting smell in the room, and when it saw a few skinny and disabled children, it immediately threw itself on the side of the cage and roared ferociously.
The two men in black retreated to the door without being surprised, opened the door of the iron cage before going out, and then closed the iron door tightly.
Several children stood up from the corner in an instant, grabbed the weapons that could be used around them, and watched every movement of the black bear. It was obvious that they were used to this kind of brutal killing!