There was already thunder on the horizon.

Xue Huaijian's face became more and more ugly. He hated rainy days, lightning and thunder, and even more so himself.

"Let's go. He whispered and walked on.

The innocent is worried, but there is no way but to continue.

The thunder in my ears grew louder and louder, as if it was about to fall overhead in the next moment.

The underground Taiwei also heard it.

You can hear it from so far away, you can see how bad the weather is outside. She stood in front of the statue and felt a chill run through her body. The face in front of her is indeed very similar to hers.

But she knew it wasn't her face.

The look in the statue's eyes was hopeless.

Taiwei took a step back, gritted her teeth, and walked towards the left side of the corridor. Like the houses on the ground, the houses below ground are empty. She looked at a few rooms, but there was no one inside. There are only layers of floating ash, showing the cruelty of the years.

Lost the owner's furniture, curled up in a bleak corner.

All of this looked as desperate as the eyes of the white jade statue.

Master, where the hell did she go?

The faster and faster the movement of too little, the faster.

Did you go to the other side?

She walked to the last room.

The smell of sandalwood became stronger and stronger, and she was obviously covered with her face, but she still felt that the aroma was burrowing into her nose without hindrance. Such a crazy fragrance is almost smoky to the point of fainting.

This room doesn't seem to be the same.

It's still quiet inside, but the silence is inexplicably uncomfortable.

Taiwei's hand on the door hesitated for a moment.

"Babble-"

She pushed the door open.

A narrow gap was quickly filled by a strong aroma. There was a glimmer of light inside. There is a light on, and it looks like it has been on for a long time. Slowing his breath slightly, he dodged in through the crack in the door.

She didn't hear the human voice.

Walking, talking, nothing.

Even the sound of breathing doesn't seem to exist.

But the moment he entered the door, Taiwei was sure that there was someone in the room.

Boom overhead—boom, boom—thunder was blasting constantly.

Suddenly, she heard a small moan.

It's so faint, like the ripples of fallen leaves drifting into a lake. Small, shallow, fleeting. Taiwei pricked up his ears, listened carefully, listened desperately, and finally heard again.

She lifted the curtain.

Over the screen.

A bed appeared in front of him.

Such a complicated stepping bed, standing there, seems to be another room.

The autumn-colored tent hangs quietly.

Too little knows, this is the last barrier. As soon as she lifted it, she could see the fallen leaves. But her outstretched hand trembled uncontrollably.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Her body is actually scared?

Instinct screams in the back of your head.

Taiwei lifted the tent.

Behind the tent lay a man, a small, broken man. She stood stiffly on the edge of the bed, her fingers clutching the gauze tent tightly.

Got it.

I found it.

The child that Erbao was thinking about was lying in front of her at the moment.

The kid in the silk shoes—

The child with similar eye color to her, right here.

Too slight to breathe and unable to move.

The child in bed can no longer put on those expensive silk shoes.

Her teeth were chattering, why did she feel so painful when she was cold-hearted and cold-hearted? She had only seen this child once, and she didn't even know his name. Why should she suffer because of a stranger?

The hand holding the tent was trembling.

The child in the bed is described as withered, and only a pair of eyes are still bright.

He tilted his head, looking at Taiwei.

"Ink ...... Small...... Sister ......"

One by one, the words came out between the teeth.

Taiwei's eyes widened.

She clearly covered her face.

"Please...... Please...... Kill me......"

He lay and couldn't move anything but his head. He wanted to die, really, really wanted to die, but he couldn't even die. The high priest was right, he shouldn't have run away, he knew he would be caught, why did he run away.

"Kill me, kill me!" he screamed, with all his might.

Blood-soaked hoarseness.

Taiwei covered his mouth.

"Don't shout...... Don't shout ......"

Tears rolled out one by one, as if they were going to burn her face. The dagger that Master handed her slammed into the bed. She jerked her hand back as if it had touched a soldering iron.

"Please......"

His voice was soft, mournful, and pleading too little.

Taiwei's legs were weak, and she had never been so frightened.

There was no way she would have acceded to his request.

It was impossible to just leave him and turn around and leave.

What to do?

"You're an immortal...... Why don't you help me ......" the child's thin voice muttered repeatedly.

Taiwei knelt on the ground and lowered her head.

Hopeless, helpless.

Who's going to help her?

She cried out silently in her heart, as if she had returned to that day.

The day the child left her mercilessly.

It was raining, and her heart was drenched.

She gritted her teeth and whimpered, trying to stop the tears. But the torrent of tears almost drowned out her reason.

......

In front of the white jade statue.

Innocent's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Lord, master!" he turned his head and wanted to find Xue Huaijian, but there was no one behind him. The thunder was so loud that it seemed as if the ground was shaking.

This kind of weather is a nightmare for Xue Huaijian.

He leaned against the wall and barely stood still.

It's so noisy!

It's really noisy!

Who was crying, who was screaming, why was someone always yelling in his ear -- "Run, run!" where did he want to run? He crouched down, put his head in his hands, and covered his ears firmly.

But those voices still keep burrowing into my head.

The sound of swords colliding hidden in the thunder became clearer and clearer.

He stood up and staggered forward.

"Run!"

There was no one behind him.

But he heard the sound of the sword unsheathed.

"Ah Shu - run - "

Splitting headaches.

Xue Huaijian frowned tightly.

Who is it and who is speaking?

Ashu ...... And who?

Unfamiliar voices were desperately trying to get him to escape. He didn't want to move, but his body involuntarily ran forward. Someone is chasing him...... Who the hell is it?

The icy rain poured down on his head, and his face was stinging.

He reached out and wiped his face.

The palms are still dry.

Where is there any rain.

How could he be in the rain when he was underground? Are these sounds, these hallucinations, memories?

There was no way in front of us. The sound in his ears that made him run away gradually turned into a whimper. Xue Huaijian stopped and pushed open the last door.

Old wounds, tearing pain.

The person behind the screen heard the noise and turned around.

Two people, separated by a screen, confronted each other.

A weak voice was crying, "Please...... Kill me......"