"Not happy," he finally looked sideways at her

"It's the ransom," she gritted her teeth

"Gods," he sneered, looked at the huge statue on the altar, and contemptuously squeezed out a few words, "You mean him"

She wondered if this was not his faith, and what was he going to sacrifice

Suddenly there was darkness in front of her, and her whole person seemed to fall into the abyss, and in the endless darkness, she saw a white body rushing towards her like lightning

"Don't look," an angry roar swept down her eyes with one hand, in fact, the altar was so far away, she didn't want to, and she couldn't see clearly, the woman's eyes were just wide open, and she couldn't avoid it

The big hand wanted to cut off her sight, but it was too late, the bloody face had been carved into her mind, and in the end there was only a scene of horror left in her dark world: the devastated face suddenly opened up with a large mouthful of red flames, and a few mouthfuls of blood sprayed at her, and only an endless sneer was left in her ears, like a ghost crying and sobbing

She saw the most terrifying face of death imprinted directly in her mind, and she couldn't erase it

Later, she learned that it was an ancient spell: the Evil Spirit Blood Curse

This ancient blood curse can only be solved by the dead spellcaster, and how can the dead be solved

It was the Wuzheng Palace where he carried her back

The following days passed in a muddy and nightmarish manner, her thoughts were confused, and she seemed to fall into a strange world, where there were only women's crying, laughing, and whipping, and the bleeding faces of the seven orifices floated around, and the cold wind seemed to blow from the bottom of her heart, tormenting her day and night, she thought that she was crazy, and only when she was held tightly by a body, this fear stopped a little, and they kept pouring her to drink different elixir soups for a while, and after a while, her sober hours gradually increased

That night the moon was soft, and he lay quietly beside her, like many late nights, and watched her, her eyes flickering a little, no longer empty

"Why did you save me?" she asked softly, looking at the top of the tent

He didn't answer, as if in thought

"Linglan and I are different from you," she wondered, why did they all end up being mortal women

"Probably not," he said indifferently

She turned her back to him and said no more, and he said no more, perhaps he himself didn't know why he wanted to save her

What I'm obsessed with is just the feeling in the dream, I can't feel how long I can hide it, and one day when I'm tired, is she just a grain of sand that doesn't stick to her feet like Linglan

Her waking days gradually increased, and the days he returned to the Wuzheng Palace decreased, and many times she fell asleep alone in the night, and when she was lonely, she would think of Ling Lan, and remember that he had said that Ling Lan's body was still left in the priest's hall, and the corpse was not allowed to be buried until the solution to the blood curse was found

Master once mentioned that ghosts do not want to die, they must still have thoughts about the world

Linglan, what do you want from me

There is no forbidden technique in this Wuzheng Palace, she has secretly tried those small transformation techniques taught by Grandpa Wen a few times, but she can use them as she pleases, she slowly realized some clues, such as the previous ancient tower, I am afraid that there is a forbidden technique around the land of demons and beasts, no matter how powerful the punishment is, even if there is a monstrous technique, it is useless to be afraid there, only the life of being eaten by the giant beast, and she can't change that day in the sacrificial field, I am afraid that it is related to the pill that was poured before

Since there was no restriction in this palace, she turned into a small mosquito when no one was around, flying indiscriminately at night, in fact, she was not familiar with the palace, but there seemed to be a kind of power to guide her that night, although she flew for a long time, and finally found Linglan's body in a small side pavilion

She regained her human form, recited a small mantra, and a beam of white light flashed in her palms, because she was a mortal, and she couldn't see at night, but Master Wuyan strictly ordered that she must learn to illuminate this night, and now it is really useful

The white light casually stopped above Linglan's head, and at this moment she saw her face clearly, such a childish and delicate woman, except that there was no trace of blood, there was no difference between falling asleep, they cleaned the bloodstains, changed her into a white dress, frozen in the crystal coffin, and the empty pavilion was only this ice coffin, without a pillar of incense

I remember the first time I went to the Si Nu Pool to bathe and met the woman in white who happened to be her, she was also her employer, and she wanted to save her, but unfortunately she finally died in Huangquan, and the death was even more tragic, they only had one side, but they all became whose chess pieces

Master said that dreams come from memory, but they can override memory, and the rights and wrongs of many dreams are entangled with the memories in reality

Dreams are the reorganization of time fragments, the generation of memories in different periods is strange, people and things that cannot be connected can appear in the same dream, and there are many things that arise out of thin air in dreams, but the things that are above memory are inseparable from the subconscious, just like a child who listens to the story of the devil will dream of the image of the demon in his mind at night, and he has never seen the demon in reality, all of which are unreal in the subconscious

This is the strangeness of dreams, such as real and illusory, often indistinguishable, of course, without a soulless body, not even qualified to dream

Qing Yu untied a hairpin and held it tightly in the palm of her hand, and began to recite the spirit trick, the yin wind was blowing, her body was hot and cold, and she heard a strange roar from time to time

Since the age of three, she has lived in the ethereal Xianyu Mountain, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, although it is a mortal fetus, but there is also a bit of fairy qi into the bones, the ghost can not get close to this evil spirit blood spell from Linglan, her soul should be reluctant to leave, sure enough, with the aggravation of the yin qi, the ghost cry in her ears is terrible, and the eardrum "woo" sounds, as if there is a power devouring her consciousness, a bleeding face of seven orifices flickering brightly and darkly, constantly rotating around her

"Linglan let me help you"

"Hahaha," the voice laughed sadly, and then cried again, the yin wind around her turned faster and faster, tighter and tighter, as if to squeeze her whole body, and as if she wanted to drill into her body, in the moment when her strength was drained, she looked at the bleeding face, and stabbed the soul fixing hairpin in her hand into her forehead, and the hairpin instantly turned into a white light, fixing this ethereal soul

The soul is fixed and the wind stops

She sat on the ground with her feet weak, her mouth insisted on chanting the spirit spell, Linglan's soul floated back to her body under the guidance of her mind, she held the coffin and barely stood up, stretched out trembling hands and stopped between Linglan's forehead, and recited the dream formula

Master said that the dreams of the Yin Spirits are extremely dangerous, they have abilities beyond mortals, they can smell the breath of the Dream Maker and directly attack the Dream Maker's soul, at this time, she can't take care of the other Linglan Artistic Conception is so chaotic, she just wants to give her a quiet dream to soothe this restless soul

Following the thoughts of the dead, she enters a strange dream

The first thing I saw was that the water mirror slowly rose from the Si Nu Pool, and the water in the suction pool flowed backwards, and the shadow was clearly visible, dozens of girls in white stood in line on one side, quietly and orderly, and passed through the water mirror in turn, the water was soft and strange, but their lenses were not wet at all, she thought that this should be the legendary Si Nu Mirror

The sixteen-year-old beautiful girl Ling Lan walked slowly past the Si Nu mirror like other sisters, and unexpectedly, a beautiful Si Nu pattern was born from her back, like a phoenix soaring into the air, colorful feather tails were colorful and free, and finally retreated into a beautiful woman and sat cross-legged into a prayer Ling Lan was attracted by this strange Si Nu picture like all the girls present and couldn't wake up for a long time

When the water mirror sank again, the beautiful picture of the pond was disillusioned and turned into a photocopy into the Linglan vest, she realized that she had become a sacrifice this year, in the deep palace for so many years, she should know that it was a living sacrifice, at that moment, her pale face and trembling body touched the soul of Light Feather

They are equally pathetic, victims of authority

A few maids in pink clothes and long skirts who had been watching immediately separated Linglan and took her to an extremely elegant bathroom to bathe, but she was in a gorgeous warm pool, but her face was extremely anxious, as if she was waiting for something, it is said that this Huachi will be isolated in the world as soon as she bathes, waiting for the divine sacrifice

Qing Yu suddenly understood that at this time, she should have fallen asleep with that failed dream, because when she woke up, she would not become Linglan, but she was obviously in the palace with their king for several years, how could their king not know what this Linglan should look like, and how could the princess of the Si Lady Tu everyone see their king not know who was chosen

Who bluffed whom during this period?

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind seemed to come out of the backbone and swirl around her like a cold wave, her body trembled violently, almost unable to stabilize her footing, Linglan's soul followed the commotion, and she wanted to break out of the corpse, she slammed off her head, and another soul-fixing hairpin pierced into the corpse's forehead

Her long hair hung down, the wind suddenly stopped, she breathed a long sigh of relief, her heart was unsettled, and a terrible cry pierced her eardrums, and then she saw a bloody scene

The girl struggled desperately with her hair scattered, and the miserable pleading spread throughout the cell, and the man's figure pressed against her, tearing her dress mercilessly with a lewd smile, the sinful hands, the black nails cut through her snowy skin, and the smell of her blood and tears could inspire the man's ** even more......

What a nightmare it was

Qing Yu used all his spiritual power to desperately try to shatter the memory of this dream, and kept asking:

"Who do you hope you want to be"

She can wash away this nightmare for her, but in Linglan's broken memory, she has the opportunity to meet a man in her short life, and how to talk about this favorite person

Master said that as long as it was in a dream, she was in control, but no matter how hard she tried, the demon's figure couldn't move at all

Who the hell was he, and why she couldn't wash away the grief of the dead

She closed her eyes in despair, letting the girl's mournful cries fade away in the ravages over and over again......

It turned out that before the whipping, Linglan was already scarred, and Qingyu shed tears in her dreams

How sad it was for this fragile creature in the mortal world, and she was not one of them

Her tears fell into the dust, and suddenly a thousand cracks appeared in her dream, shattering silently