In the dark night, a carriage drove quickly into the depths of the darkness, the coachman looked anxious, Xia Jingyu looked at the thick night, his expression was indifferent, after Zhang Zeyuan said that she needed her blood, she could pay tribute to the powerful dead, in her mind, instantly connected the unreasonable connection that had always been together.

"So you lied to me? Making me fall in love with Chongsi Qing is also a scam? Xia Jingyu was not as excited as she imagined, and she was surprisingly calm.

Zhang Zeyuan didn't know how to answer, as if an invisible hand stuck his heart, he was thinking about the answer, he was afraid that if he was careless, Xia Jingyu would refuse this rescue.

Xia Jingyu saw Zhang Zeyuan's hesitation, she laughed self-deprecatingly, at this time, she was not afraid of death at all, originally as a lonely soul in the other world, her sense of belonging to this world has always been very weak, her only concern is Chongsi Qing and Autumn Color, now one has deceived her, and the other is not around. Maybe after the end of the physical life, her lonely soul can be liberated and returned, she remembered the time travel novels she had written, the heroine was mixed in ancient times, and all the world she passed through was hers.

"It's okay, I know, don't worry so much about how to answer me. Since I promised you, I will not go back. Xia Jingyu leaned on the carriage of the carriage, and the scene in his mind was repeated.

"What is the sacrifice of blood to do?" Xia Jingyu asked.

Zhang Zeyuan was silent for a moment: "I don't know very well, Chongsi Qinghe...... I probably know something, but he said that as a descendant of this race, he should know it by nature,......" Zhang Zeyuan said as he secretly looked at Xia Jingyu's expression.

Xia Jingyu snorted coldly: "I still don't know, but don't worry, I don't want him to die." ”

She closed her eyes tiredly, the pictures in the dark were all related to him, he hugged himself, kissed himself, said that he wanted to marry him, that day she planted evergreen grass there, and he washed his hands carefully in the sun, at that time he hoped that he would live a long life and be healthy for a lifetime, and now his wish is still like this.

Xia Jingyu asked, "Zhang Zeyuan, do you have a pen and paper?" Zhang Zeyuan handed it over, she turned around, turned her back to Zhang Zeyuan, and wrote it one by one, to be honest, her brush writing was average, and now she was in the carriage, and she was still in a difficult mood, and it was even more crooked.

"Chongsi Qing, when you read this letter, I was gone. I don't know what you did, let Emperor Mingcheng send troops to put you under house arrest, but no matter what you do, I will firmly support you, Zhang Zeyuan said, only with the strength can you be rescued, you don't have to feel guilty, I am willing to do it. It is the luck of my life to meet you, the only regret, but I don't know, in the time you have used me, have you ever been tempted by me? I'm afraid I can't hear the answer I was asking for, but now, I just hope you are well. ”

The preface of a letter does not match the afterword, she has a lot to say before she puts pen to paper, but she can't remember what to say after she puts pen to paper.

Xia Jingyu wrote, she couldn't cry, she folded the piece of paper into a small piece, untied a very strong small sachet from her body, stuffed the letter into it, and gave it to Zhang Zeyuan: "You bring it to him, whether he sees it or not, you have to bring it to him." ”

Zhang Zeyuan solemnly accepted the note and put it close to him. After a long journey, he finally arrived at the location of the dead man, and Zhang Zeyuan led Xia Jingyu to the location of the book collection, which recorded the secret of the dead man.

Xia Jingyu looked at the messy and worn-out books under his feet, frowned, and bent down to pick up one, the corners of the book were already in tatters, and with a light touch of his hand, it was broken, but the content on the pages was still clear. Xia Jingyu squatted down, turned over one by one, and slowly showed a weird smile at the corner of her mouth, no wonder Chong Siqing couldn't understand it, the composition of this book turned out to be Hanyu Pinyin, she compared her appearance and characteristics with the book, and it was really herself.

The so-called "sacrifice of blood", which is also mentioned in the book, is nothing more than blood and life.

Xia Jingyu raised her face and tightened her cuffs, "Have you taken any medicine that can relieve pain, give me some." ”

Zhang Zeyuan took out a small white bottle, "This is a medicine for general pain, one for eight hours, and eating it will affect intelligence." ”

"It doesn't matter." Xia Jingyu poured out five grains, stuffed them in her mouth, pulled out a hairpin from her head, and stabbed it into the major artery fiercely, blood spurted out, and she smiled with a pale face: "When red crystals condense on my body, you take this and drop a drop of your own blood into it, and they will obey your orders." ”

Xia Jingyu's wrist continued to draw patterns in the air, the blood fell to the ground, and a strange totem was made, slowly, her face became whiter and whiter, and the speed of waving became slower and slower, and finally she lay on the ground weakly, her hands were also lowered, and the blood was still pouring out, and the patterns on the ground became clearer and clearer, and the red light flashed with a strange luster.

Xia Jingyu seemed to close her eyes tiredly, as if she wanted to open them, she shook slightly, but she couldn't open them, and her lips moved weakly a few times: "Don't touch my corpse." ”

Zhang Zeyuan understood her lips, and he wanted to reply: "No." Xia Jingyu was already lying on the ground, motionless.

As a doctor, he knew that with so much blood, it was impossible for a person to survive.

A bright gem was lying quietly beside Xia Jingyu, and the blood on the ground had disappeared.

The gilded hairpin that once shone with dazzling light on her head, the tip was stained with blood, and it had dried up at the moment, Zhang Zeyuan used this hairpin to stab his finger, and a drop of blood flowed into the gem. In an instant, as if thousands of troops had entered his heart, he stood up, made a strange gesture, and shouted, "Come here." ”

Half a pillar of incense, a black pressure on a blank face of men and women appeared in front of him. They are dressed in clothes that have been self-sufficient for many years, and their movements are gentle but strange.

Zhang Zeyuan estimated that he would have absolutely no chance of winning against any of them, even those children who were only seven or eight years old.

Zhang Zeyuan waved his arms and went to the capital!

Before leaving, he went to see Xia Jingyu, combed her messy hair with his hands, braided it in a neat French style, and reinserted the hairpin.

Zhang Zeyuan took the fur blanket from the carriage, attached it to her, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

The dead man was ready to go, and Zhang Zeyuan said the last word to her:

"Wait until I get that guy...... I'll take that guy to see you, and I'm not going to break my word. And also...... He really likes you. ”