"Am I trapped in that clock?" Wu Xi was shocked, and hurriedly looked around, she was surrounded by four mirror-like bright glasses, each of which reflected her own flustered shadow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

By the way, what about the horns? Where are the horns? She anxiously searched for the weapon she had just held in her palm, hoping to break the shackles of the magic bell with its power. She searched the inside and outside of the pavilion carefully, but she couldn't find the black horns, and when she was overwhelmed and couldn't do anything, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague shadow reflected in the glass next to her, and the person was dressed in red, standing straight in the center of the pavilion.

Wu Xi didn't dare to move, she didn't even dare to turn her head to face the red figure, she could only carefully observe her every move from the glass. Wu Xi's two legs seemed to be no longer her own, they were constantly trembling, and they could barely support her upper body.

"Looking for it?" A thin female voice came out of the pavilion, and at the same time, two black and terrifying eyes slanted to the corners of their eyes, staring at Wu Xi's miserable white face from the glass.

"Bang dang." The horn was thrown out by the woman in the pavilion and, after rolling on the ground a few times, came to a stop at her feet. Wu Xi hurriedly bent down to pick it up, she looked at the woman in a big red wedding dress, and there was a little more doubt in her eyes.

"What if you get it, it's not the same...... Die. The voice is very flat, flat without a trace of intonation fluctuations, but you can still hear the determination and hatred in the last word.

Wu Xi suddenly had a few more shadows behind her, they stepped on the hard bottom of the flower pot like shoes, and their sleeves swung in her direction, and wherever the shoes went, there was a "cluck" sound, smashing on her heart, as if to smash the beating heart.

One of the women had come to a place more than a meter away from her, Wu Xi finally saw her face clearly in this mist, she was like wearing a mask made of white paint, her whole face was thick white, but a mouth was red and scary, as if it was smeared with blood. Her body was so soft and frightening, as if the bones in her body had been broken, and she swayed back and forth when she walked.

She raised an arm suddenly, and grabbed it straight at Wu Xi's face, ten fingers pointed, as sharp as a blade. Wu Xi's body leaned back, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and the horns swung forward and slashed past the woman's abdomen. The woman hissed softly, and in an instant it turned into a wisp of white smoke and drifted away.

Wu Xi just breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting the shadows in flag costumes behind him to gather more and more, they walked over crookedly and surrounded her in the middle. Wu Xi felt a penetrating coldness, which was like a sharp ice cube that pierced her heel from the Heavenly Spirit Gai and nailed her to the ground. She couldn't move, and could only watch as the women gathered more and more in front of her, their dancôme-stained nails waving in front of her, scrambling to grab at her neck.

"Why the hell are you doing this to me? Miss Mo. ”

As soon as these three words came out, the souls gathered around her suddenly exploded like glass, turning into thousands of tiny pieces that bounced around and gradually disappeared into the mist.

Wu Xi gasped and looked ahead, and in the winding and circling mist, a pair of dark red wedding shoes slowly emerged, with pointed toes and pink lotus flowers embroidered on the uppers.

Five fingers covered Wu Xi's eyelids from above, the coldness on her fingertips made her eyes hurt, and a strange picture suddenly appeared in her mind: two women who looked like palace maids stood next to a round table, one of them holding a water-blue clock in his hand.

"What is this? Peaceful? Is she still serious? One of them snickered quietly.

"I don't weigh how many catties and taels I have, I really think that Ning Gongzi can take a fancy to her, she is an official eunuch family." The other palace maid glanced at the woman on the bed, snorted coldly, picked up the teapot and walked to the bed, and poured the tea inside without blinking.

The person on the bed sat up suddenly, she protected her head, and looked at it in panic, "Xi'er, what are you doing here?" ”

"Miss, the Ning Mansion sent someone to bring a message."

"What did you say?" The woman lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, her eyes full of anticipation about to overflow.

"Ning Gongzi said that he wanted the young lady to recuperate well, and when the spring flowers bloomed, he would ask Lord Ning to propose to the emperor."

"Propose?" The woman turned around, her face flushed with shame, but the surprise in her heart could not be concealed, overflowing from the corners of her eyes to the tips of her eyebrows.

After closing the door, Xi'er covered her mouth and smiled for a long time before stopping.

"You're going too far, if she really believes in this matter and becomes an idiot, won't we have to serve her in the end?"

"Let my aunt and grandmother serve her? Phew, she's just a folk juggler, and she really thinks she can't afford to be out of place? The two laughed and walked away.

Inside the room, Mo Zhixian sat down at the table, his fingers gently rubbing the aqua blue clock, and said softly, "I knew you would come to save me." She looked obsessively at its light-revealing shell, on which there was a crooked word "Ning" carved out by a knife.

The dull pain in her eyes forced Wu Sha back to reality, and the pointed fingers had sunk into her eyelids, pushing down little by little, ready to uproot her eyeballs. A few drops of salty liquid slid down her cheeks and into her mouth, and suddenly a bloody smell spread through her lips and tongue, along with the stinging pain in her eyes, which made her feel a fear that she had never felt before.

"Take out those eyes, and he won't miss you anymore." Mo Zhixian's cold breath blew on Wu Xi's neck, bringing her a desperate suffocation.

"I don't understand, why me?" Wu Xi let out a final roar at her.

A white light poured down from overhead, and the sound of the wind passed in her ears, and then her body was held up steadily, rising into the air and falling back to the ground.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Wu Xi opened his eyes and looked out through his eyelashes that were stuck with blood, everything there disappeared, as if he had been swept away by a gust of wind, and only Xu Xing's self-reproachful face looked at him with concern.

"Xu Xing," she tugged at his arm, "I know who the ghost in the clock is, it's the ghost bride, she seems to be waiting for a ...... surnamed Ning."

She was suddenly hugged into his arms, "Don't say anything, let's go home first, your injuries must be healed quickly." ”

"I'm fine, did you find Zhang Yizhi?"