Zi Tong followed the mysterious man into the Aromatic Pavilion, there was some excitement and some nervousness for her, and as she got closer and closer to the man, she could be completely sure from the back that the man was a man, a man who was not very tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back.

Zi Tong carefully hid in a corner, and her heart became more and more nervous, where is the ghost of the third lady? It wasn't good that it was instantaneous, and Zitong's palms were covered with cold sweat.

The man entered the third lady's bedroom, rummaging east and west, as if looking for something.

Zitong changed various postures to try to see the man's face clearly, but failed to do so, but at this time, the man turned around himself. Zitong almost exclaimed, where is the human face? In the bleak moonlight, the miserable white is bloodless, it is clearly the legendary black and white impermanence, the soul of Yama's subordinates!

Zi Tong timidly stepped back, thinking in his heart that he would leave this dangerous place as soon as possible while the man was unaware.

People are often prone to make mistakes when they are nervous and afraid, and Zitong made a fatal mistake when her arm actually knocked over a vase placed on the shelf.

The man raised his head suddenly, and for a moment he was stunned, and then flew towards Zitong's hiding place like a ghost.

Zitong dared to hesitate and hurriedly ran out.

Zi Tong knew that she couldn't outrun a man no matter what, and judging from the man's figure and movements, it was clear that she had martial arts, so when she fled to the outer courtyard of the Aromatic Pavilion, she immediately hid her body in the flowers and remained motionless.

In the terrible silence, Zitong hid there, watching a pair of black boots slowly move towards her.

Zitong almost forgot how to breathe.

Zitong had to blame herself for being too reckless, gritting her teeth, and the matter is now: it is a blessing or a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

The man paced up and down in silence for a few moments.

Zitong hoped that he might give up because he couldn't find himself.

After an unbearable long wait, Zi Tong found that the black boots had finally disappeared from her sight, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, she wanted to leave the Aroma Pavilion immediately, but after hesitating, she decided to stay where she was. Time passed slowly, and when this time was long enough for Zitong to think that she was safe, when she decided to get up, she saw the terrible black boots again, and in an instant, a chill hit her whole body.

Zi Tong had a very bad feeling, a terrible aura had enveloped her, she subconsciously raised her head, and a miserable white and bloodless face was above her.

It wasn't a real face, it was a mask, and the only thing Zi Tong could see was the man's eyes. These eyes were cold, cold, and murderous.

The masked man reached out with lightning and grabbed Zitong's shoulder.

Zitong screamed in surprise and hurriedly dodged.

The masked man approached step by step, and Zi Tong was forced to retreat back and again, thinking of his possible way out in fear: "You are wearing a mask, I didn't see your face, no matter what your purpose of going to the Aroma Pavilion is, you don't have to hurt me." ”

The man sneered: "Did you take the things away?" ”

Zitong hurriedly said: "What, I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

Suddenly, Zitong shouted in surprise: "Sixth prince, help!" This sound broke the silence of the deep night.

The masked man heard Zitong shouting the Sixth Prince, his whole body was shocked, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he slowly turned around. Except for the shadows of the trees and flowers, who is there behind him?

Zi Tong escaped from the Aroma Pavilion, shouting loudly as she ran: "Is there anyone, help!" ”

At this moment, there was a strange wind sound, and a figure slowly followed from behind.

A gray figure, gray from head to toe, only a speckled brownish-red color on the face and body. Like a cloud of mist, vague, but the silhouette of a person can be vaguely discerned. As he walked, some small "clicks" sounded. It was a pair of shackles that cuffed his ankles, and a long chain dragged him to the ground, trembling step by step.

There was a chill in his heart, and Zitong's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Zitong, it turns out that it hurts so much to gouge your eyes. I don't want to die! Zitong, I didn't plan to look for you as a stand-in, who told you to appear in front of me tonight, Zitong, we are destined to be fate......"

Just as she spoke, the shadow stopped opposite Zitong and raised its head in her direction. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Zitong could feel the gaze she cast on her face very clearly. Silent, invisible, and phaseless, but it made Zitong cold.

It was so cold that my heart twitched......

Stunned for a moment, Zitong took a step and ran forward, not afraid of stepping on his feet. Buried his head and ran violently, the sky was still dark and there was no light at all.

......A crisp sound came out, and a long, narrow, vague shadow appeared silently at Zitong's feet. Not daring to look back, she almost jumped up and rushed towards the darkness ahead.

"Click......

The familiar sound of chains sounded, and the bloody woman actually raised her stiff feet and walked towards Zitong step by step. The movements are stiff and abrupt, as strange as shadow puppetry.

"Who are you?" The voice trembled as if it came from Zitong's throat at all. I wanted to run, but my legs seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move for half a minute. Not because of fear, but because those black shadows, including the man with the knife, suddenly collapsed like a sand tower, turning into a churning sea of black mist on the ground. This black mist was cold and cold, wrapped around his ankles like clay, firmly sticking Zitong in place.

The woman was getting closer and closer, and the chains "clicked" with every step, and Zitong could even hear the sound of blood flowing from her body. And she could only stand where she was, like a lamb to the slaughter.

It was a despair that was hard to put into words.

With all his strength, Zi Tong tried hard to pull his foot out of the black mist, but his body leaned instead, and the whole person fell down towards the rolling black mist on the ground. Instinctively, his hands propped up, but even his arms sank into the black mist. I had to tilt my head in case my jaw was glued.

was struggling, and a figure flashed overhead, landing lightly in front of Zitong.

The slender and straight figure, the demeanor of the jade tree in the wind.

Zi Tong was stunned, and quickly searched for the information of the person in front of him from his memory, and suddenly Zi Tong remembered, as if he had been amnestied, and shouted at the back: "Forget the Love Pavilion, you are the boss of the Forget Love Pavilion!" ”

Because of Zitong's cry, he turned his head, and his eyes flashed with a little violet-like clear light.

At this time, he walked towards Zitong through the thick black mist, while the woman stopped in place, and after a while, her body turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

Broken corpses, really broken corpses. Damn, who is this gentleman? Zi Tong didn't see how he made a move, maybe the woman had already been divided by him the moment he landed.

In a trance, he had already walked up to Zitong and bent down to grab her shoulders and lift her up. But if you move slightly, your body will tear and hurt. It's like all five organs and six lungs will be torn off. I didn't expect this black fog to be more powerful than 502 glue, and it was too sticky.

didn't pull it out once, Canghai was a little surprised, he grabbed Zitong's waist and tried again. This time, even her limbs were about to be torn off, and she screamed in pain: "Lightly." ”

"Bear with me." He said in a low voice, and simply hugged Zitong's chest with one hand, and lifted Zitong's thighs with the other.

Pain......

I felt like my shoulders and waist were going to break.

"Oh, just let me lie on my stomach like this." Zitong begged for mercy again and again, and even tears came out of tears.

Canghai groaned for a moment, and his legs were slightly separated and he had to exert himself again.

Oh my God, Zitong bit her lip tightly, ready to endure the pain again.

"Canghai, you don't have a soul, so naturally you don't know the power of the Soul Grievance Dao. The resentful soul is clinging to the three souls and seven souls of people, and if you pull it again, her soul will be separated from her body. A magnetic voice, with a slight banter, succeeded in stopping Canghai's behavior.

Zi Tong turned his head to look, and at some point, there was a man standing across the street, with a black robe, his eyebrows were straight, the heavens were full, his eyes were flowing in his pupils, and his blue and gold eyes flickered slightly. When his gaze swept over Zi Tong, Zi Tong was in a trance for a moment, forgetting his situation, and only one sentence flashed in his mind.

"Peach Blossom today."