Yang Qinglime opened her eyes and sat up from the bed suddenly, wet with cold sweat all over her body.

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you, you're having nightmares? Don't be afraid, my mother is here. ”

A warm, white hand touched her forehead, "That medicine really works, and the sweat and fever will go away." Are you hungry?"

"Mother......" Yang Qingling looked at the haunting face in front of her in a daze, and tears gradually filled her eyes, "Mother, it's really you ......"

"Silly girl, can't even recognize your mother?" The beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed pursed her lips and smiled, and brought a bowl of porridge from the maid on the side, "You, you haven't eaten a drop of rice since yesterday, you must be hungry and faint, come, drink some porridge to warm your stomach first." As he spoke, he blew a spoon and fed it.

Yang Qinglime realized that her stomach was empty, and she was really a little dizzy with hunger, so she immediately ate it in a big gulp, but the hunger always existed, she simply grabbed the bowl and poured it directly into her mouth, which felt slightly better.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, and no one is robbing you, it's really ......" The beautiful woman wiped the corners of her mouth dotingly.

"Mother......" Yang Qinglime's eyes were full of tears again, "My daughter had a nightmare, dreaming of ......"

"What do you dream of?" the beautiful woman froze when she saw her halfway through her words.

Her pupils contracted suddenly, "Mother, where is Dad?"

"Your dad is playing with your sister in the yard. "The beautiful woman is humane.

She jerked her gaze at the door and heard a childish voice outside, "Daddy, Daddy, Tong'er wants to play a game of monster cannibalism." ”

"Then Daddy will be a perfect Tong'er. A rugged male voice laughed.

"No......" Yang Qinglime suddenly seemed to have lost her soul, until a terrifying sound came from outside the hospital, her whole body trembled, and she woke up:

"Don't!"

Her face changed drastically, and she rushed out of bed to push open the door, only to see half of her three-year-old sister Yang Qingtong's head being bitten off by a bloody mouth.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?" the beautiful woman walked over curiously, and when she saw this scene, she screamed in pain, "Tong'er, mother's Tong'er...... What are you doing, sir!"

The man was surrounded by a mysterious talisman, and his head was intact, but a large mouth of blood was strangely cracked from his neck. Hearing the call, he turned around in a daze and smirked, "I don't know, hehe." ”

Then he swallowed most of the remaining corpses in one gulp and pounced on them.

"Master, fair, what's wrong with you, you ......" The beautiful woman hurriedly pushed away Yang Qinglime, who was so frightened that she couldn't move, a pair of jade hands that had never even touched the spring water, trembling violently because of fear, but she didn't hesitate to stretch out and block the bloody mouth.

With her strength, she couldn't stop it at all, and she was knocked to the ground in an instant.

But I don't know where the strength came from, the weak lotus root arm that can't even split a piece of firewood on weekdays, stubbornly held on to the bloody mouth, and shouted hysterically to Yang Qinglime, who was stupid on the side, "Lemon, run away!"

"Mother......" Yang Qingling's head was blank, "escape ......"

Click!

After all, the beautiful woman couldn't stop the monster, and her whole head was bitten off.

A puddle of hot blood splattered on Yang Lime's face, scorching her senses, followed by a scream that broke through the sky.

"Sister Lime, Sister Lime Wake up......"

There was a cry in her ears, and she felt her body being shaken, she opened her eyes suddenly, trembled her bloodless lips, and moved to the corner of the bed with the quilt.

Xiaohuan, who was standing next to the bed, was a little helpless, "Sister is having that nightmare again?" said and took out a handkerchief and leaned over to wipe the cold sweat on Yang Qinglime's head and face, "It's rare for you to sleep once, the hateful dream demon is coming to disturb again, it's so boring!"

"How long have I been asleep?" Yang Qinglime gradually woke up.

"It's less than an hour. Xiaohuan ran to pour tea again, "Sister, drink some water and calm down." ”

Yang Qinglime took it and drank it, her body finally stopped trembling, she lifted the quilt tiredly, "Help me prepare a bucket of water." ”

"But Lord Kim has been waiting for you for a long time. Xiaohuan said cautiously.

"I'll go see him. Yang Qinglime immediately swept away her fatigue, and while standing up and walking, her aura surged, and her whole body quickly recovered as before.

This is a mansion, in the hall, a sturdy young man is bored munching on pears, hearing Yang Qinglime's footsteps, he said lazily: "Lian, even if we have a good relationship, you can't let me wait so long." Although my brother is not a disciple of a big sect, time is also very precious. ”

Yang Qinglime stepped into the hall and took off the veil casually, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Well, my brother has marked it all on this. The young man threw over a piece of parchment, "Ah, by the way, the dragon has told you to join us as soon as you are done, and the escort fleet has departed." ”

"You take Xiaohuan first. Yang Qinglime said coldly and left the house.

She followed the map, and soon found an underground secret passage, and walked along the secret passage, and a huge naturally formed karst cave appeared in front of her.

Observing the huge and intertwined bridges, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he locked on a secret passage in the lower right, and the sound of whirring and shouting came from inside.

"Hurry up, go fast!"

"It's grinding, isn't it underplaying!"

Out of the secret passage came a group of people who were like walking corpses, one after the other, their eyes blank, as if only the instinct of walking was left.

On each side was an overseer with a whip, driving the crowd.

There were not many people in this group, about dozens, and they were quickly finished.

Yang Lime quietly followed.

When I got here, there was actually no other way, and I walked down the bridge road until I reached the bottom of the cave, where there was a vast open space, and there was a circle of black-clothed men standing around him, looking at what was happening in the center of the field with expressionless faces.

What happened in the middle of the field was extremely weird.

The Messenger took the "walking dead" to an altar covered in blood-red runes and handed them over, and said a few words to the people who were also overseers under the stage.

The overseer shouted, "Go up one by one, line up and don't mess around!"

The crowd lined up under the altar. The first one stood up, and the red light flashed on the altar, and something got into his body, and he fell to the ground in pain, and then his body began to change, and he turned into a starfall beast on the spot.

After mutating, he climbed down the altar in pain, and his head was cut off by another person's knife, and then he actually produced a condensed treasure, and finally his body disappeared, leaving only a blood-red spar the size of a grain of sand.

"Hey, waste. The man in charge of the slash pursed his lips disdainfully, picked up the hedron and threw it into a container beside him.

The container was already filled with blood-red hedrons, large and small.

"Next!"

With the cheers, another stepped on, repeating the previous process.