It should be, Sheyushu.

A word he had written on paper countless times.

...... Ashu, Ashu!

That's the name he heard!

The hand subconsciously stretched out, trying to grab the person next to him. But the boy suddenly let go of the hand that was holding him, got up from the ground and ran forward.

As he ran, he shouted: "Mother, I'm not afraid of death! I'm not afraid! Choose me!"

The icy rain shattered his voice.

Xue Huaijian's heart was beating wildly, trying to hold him back.

Idiot!

What a fool!

How can you believe what the man with the knife says? That bastard didn't do it directly, just because he wanted to torture his prey!

No matter who you choose.

To choose or not to choose.

In the end, he will still kill all of them without leaving any of them.

There is red rain splashing into the eyes.

Xue Huaijian got up and fell back into the mud.

Feed...... Feed...... Get up...... Get up, you......

He lay there, desperately reaching forward. But no one grabbed his hand anymore and told him not to be afraid. There was only red rain, falling on the ground, flowing noisily.

Time suddenly became extremely long.

Every heartbeat, every breath, is unfamiliar.

The cocoon that had been used to wrap and protect him seemed to have cracked. Something, coming out of the cocoon.

The air around them changed.

Xue Huaijian opened his eyes violently and saw innocence.

The tragic situation of the rainy night disappeared from the front.

He gasped and grabbed Innocent's wrist: "What about people?"

Innocent looked at him worriedly, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Running fast, Xiaohachi and they couldn't catch up." With that, he turned his head and looked ahead.

"Did those two men in black do it?"

The murder weapon on the corpse was obvious, a lancet knife.

But none of them in their group used such weapons.

Innocent grabbed Xue Huaijian's wrist with his backhand and pulled him up hard: "Master, have you seen that statue?"

He had thought that this place was ordinary and didn't look very strange.

But after getting out of the underground palace, he understood.

Why does the national teacher take this matter so seriously.

The statue carved out of white jade was almost exactly like the future lady. It's just creepy. How could that face appear in such a hellish place?

And the room they were in at the moment.

It's so good, with so much incense.

It's disgusting.

Who is the child on the bed? Why is it so terrifying?

Innocence felt like sweat was breaking down his back.

Cold, frightened sweat kept coming out.

He retracted his hand, and his voice became lower: "The face of that portrait is actually the same as the five girls in Jingningbo Mansion. ”

Even if it looks gloomy in the dim light of the dungeon, the eyes are not the same, but they really look similar. It's the first time he's seen someone so similar when he's grown so big.

The jade carving, as if it were ...... It seems to be carved according to the appearance of the fifth girl Qi.

But how so?

That's the daughter of Jingningbo's Mansion.

The uneasiness in the innocent heart is like a boulder, stacked on top of each other, getting heavier and heavier.

The map was not found, the master looked strange, and the statue was so "strange", he didn't want to stay here for a moment longer.

It can be stormy and rainy outside.

Although the thunder was smaller, it was still faintly audible.

Now is not the time to leave.

Hachi took people to chase after him and chased him out of the dungeon, but it was difficult to keep up because of the heavy rain. The two men in black easily melted into the night and disappeared in a blink of an eye. I don't know whose person it is for such light work.

Innocent thought wildly, pondering and pondering, and somehow, the appearance of the statue appeared in front of him again.

It's so strange and nerve-wracking that thing to be here.

He looked at Xue Huaijian with a stiff face, waiting for him to speak.

Xue Huaijian didn't say anything.

Innocent suddenly felt that he was a little strange.

There seems to be something different in the master.

But what was the difference, he couldn't say. This feeling is so similar to the uneasiness that the statue brought him. I know something is wrong, but I can't figure out what is wrong.

Incompetence and helplessness exacerbate anxiety and fear.

The rain outside the dungeon is getting heavier and heavier.

That statue, that face, also bothered Mo Shi Niang.

After leaving the forest, sure that there were no pursuers behind him, Mo Shi Niang stopped.

Too slightly numb to follow her.

The two of them found a place to shelter from the rain and hid in it for a while.

"You saw that too, right?"

Taiwei sat on the ground and hugged her knees, without saying a word.

Mo Shi Niang didn't care, she just twisted her clothes and continued: "Authorities, I'm afraid you didn't notice that the statue looked like you at first sight, did you? But when I looked at it, I knew that the jade carving was exactly like you. ”

"Again, with just one glance, I'm sure this statue is not carved in your image. ”

Taiwei looked up at her.

Mo Shi Niang pointed to her clothes: "The style of clothes on the statue is the style of the ancients, and the hairstyle is not common today." So, in my opinion, it's not that the statue looks like you, it's that you look like the statue. ”

Taiwei frowned, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Mo Shi Niang took out something from behind her waist and threw it to her: "Do you recognize it?"

Taiwei caught it and found that it was a piece of jade shavings.

A very shallow and small pattern is carved on the top.

Turtle and snake.

It's Xuanwu.

Memories popped up.

Taiwei closed his palm and said in a low voice: "A hundred years ago, there was a craftsman who was very good at jade carving, and his coat of arms was Xuanwu. "This incident was told to her by the master back then.

"You have always wanted to get his jade carving, but you have never been able to find it, and you are still thinking about it when you are dying, so that when I see it one day, I will use it and bury it in your grave. ”

"Really?" Mo Shi Niang laughed, "It really looks like I said that." ”

After speaking, she straightened up and said in a deep voice: "In this case, you should understand." This craftsman has been dead for more than a hundred years, and his bones are probably rotten. The statue at the bottom of the house is by no means a recent thing. ”

"Of course, it is not uncommon for such things to be counterfeited. But this one, the name is not remembered by many people, he was not famous when he died, and after his death, only strange people like me are concerned, and most of them will not be specially faked. ”

Mo Shi Niang analyzed while looking at Tai Wei's face: "Huh?"

She was stunned for a moment: "Why do you look like a hell?"

Taiwei's face was pale, even more ugly than what she looked like in the dungeon before.

Mo Shi Niang stepped forward and touched her forehead: "What's wrong?

Taiwei grabbed her hand hard: "Master." ”

"Could it be that there is something wrong with that statue?" Mo Shi Niang's expression was solemn.

Taiwei looked at her and muttered, "...... It is said that 100 years ago, an ancestor who was born quite like me suddenly disappeared one day. ”