Fine sweat slipped from the center of the red eyebrows, Shun Hua held his tired eyelids, and looked directly at the back of the strange old man, there was a small hole in the upper right, which was slightly light.

In the dim light, she could vaguely see the outline of something around her and guess what was in front of her.

She didn't know where she had been dragged to, but she listened to the footsteps of the strange old man and counted them silently.

Twenty-two steps, only twenty-two steps from the place where she was originally imprisoned.

Shunhua optimistically thought that if Fu Mujin came to save her, it would not be very far away, and it should be easy to find.

In the dark, she has the advantage, she is younger, she is more agile, and if something happens, she rushes up and knocks the strange old man into the air.

Yan Shunhua, don't be afraid, you can.

The strange old man who turned over the cabinets naturally didn't know what Shun Hua was planning in his head.

He was busy looking for something very important, rummaging left and right in the box, looking for it for a long time, and before long, his movements slowed down, and it seemed that he had found it.

Shunhua paused, looked at the strange old man with a piece of cloth in his hand, and walked towards him.

What is it? Want to suffocate her?

A sudden puff of dust rose in the air, and she couldn't help but cough.

Shun Hua, who was cold and tired, raised her eyes and looked at the strange old man who had covered her head with the dusty square cloth that had been sealed for a long time.

Shunhua shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the old cloth that had accumulated dust for a long time.

At the moment when she shook her head, the powder flew and she coughed.

She vaguely saw that the strange old man seemed to be holding something in his hand, which were two god cards, on which were written his beloved wife Rushi and beloved son Cong'er.

She looked at the days on the two gods in amazement, and found that they were the same day.

That is to say, this strange old man lost his wife and his son on the same day.

The persevering strange old man continued to put the red cloth on Shunhua's head, but this time, Shunhua didn't struggle, and she hadn't recovered from her doubts.

She couldn't figure out why Baiyun Dingfeng hadn't mentioned it, this old man.

She didn't understand why this old man was imprisoned in this dark place, living by eating raw fish.

The sound of stones sliding in the darkness sounded, and the whole room lit up in an instant, and Shunhua lifted up, and the Xipa on her head slipped halfway, revealing her face dimly lit by the candlelight.

The strange old man lit two unburned candles in front of her eyes, and put three sticks of incense in the incense burner.

What's to be done? Do you worship your deceased wife and son?

Since you want to worship her family, what are you doing with her?

As a sacrifice? Forehead... It can't be true, right?

The strange old man carefully placed his lady's god card in front of the incense burner, and put his son's god card next to Shunhua.

An idea that was both funny and absurd came to her mind.

Is this a church?

No way?

Shunhua's heart was about to laugh at this ridiculous idea, but the next moment, she couldn't laugh at all.

The strange old man rudely pulled up the chains on her body, Shunhua fell to the ground, the strange old man pressed her hand with one hand, and held the god card in the other, so that she and his son's god card bowed to his dead wife's god card at the same time.

Is he crazy?

Actually let her marry his dead son?!

Shunhua was forcibly pressed on her head, and no matter how she struggled, the strange old man would still pull her hair, knock her forehead to the ground, and then pull it up again.

The forehead, which had already been bruised, was bruised.

In a trance, a wave of dizziness hit his head, and Shunhua, who was confused, looked at the god card in front of him, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a piece of paper under the god card.

The third head was about to knock down, Shun Hua swept down the god card in front of him with one hand, and glared back at the strange old man viciously.

She didn't want to get married, and no one could force it.

God can't do it, and neither can you.

The angry strange old man pressed her head with one hand, and hurriedly went to pick up his son's god card, and Shun Hua took the opportunity to hide.

She knew that no one was more familiar with this place than the old man, but as long as she delayed enough, she could wait for Fu Mujian to come to her rescue.

She curled up in the darkness, listening to the sound of an angry old man smashing things around with a hammer, and her heart was both apprehensive and uneasy.

Suddenly there was no movement in my ears.

Isn't it strange that the old man is tired of knocking and goes back to sleep?

That's great.

Boom!

There was a loud bang above, the front wall shook, and a hammer slammed directly into top of her, and a pile of powder crumbs fell down and stained her face.

She pursed her lips tightly, not daring to catch her breath, intending to wait quietly for him to walk by.

However, people cannot control their knee-jerk movements, especially when faced with danger.

When the strange old man pulled out the hammer on the wall, Shunhua's body subconsciously leaned back, and the chains that mopped the floor brushed against the wall, making a few faint sounds.

The strange old man's movements stopped, and Shunhua, who was sweating finely, swallowed.

Oh no, the strange old man found her.

The hammer above his head was lifted again, and Shunhua struggled to turn around, but was trampled under him by the old man.

At the moment when she thought she would never be able to wait for him.

The machine wheel on the top actually turned, making the sound of machinery running.

The strange old man was stunned, and Shunhua looked back at the dark face, realizing that the strange old man was afraid.

What's going on?

She didn't hear the sound of the horn just now, could it be that the bird had touched the mechanism in private?

The sea was split in two, and the iron ship was raised again, and the water flowed down the sluice gate into the sea channel, but I don't know what went wrong, and the sea water flowed in backwards.

The entire confined space began to vibrate, and the machine wheel on the top was running faster and faster, and Shun Hua smelled a huge burning smell around his nose, and before long, there was a loud bang, and the huge machine wheel fell from the air.

A huge pit was smashed into the ground, and the sea water slowly flowed in from the pit, gradually soaking Shunhua's cloth shoes. She looked down in surprise, and although she couldn't see clearly, she could feel that the water was full, and in the blink of an eye, it was past her ankles.

The strange old man was stunned, and turned back to the candlelit space, as if looking for something.

Shunhua took the opportunity to stand up, wanting to return to the light that was only twenty-two paces away, waiting for him to come to him.

Even if he didn't come to him in time in the end, at least at the moment of death, she could be closer to him.

But no matter which direction she went, it was pitch black except for the candlelit room.

Could it be that at night, that light will disappear?

Shunhua recalled the position of the giant machine wheel, and the vibration must have been caused by a heavy object falling from a high altitude, that is, the direction of the loud noise was the direction of the exit.

However, she didn't know.

The machine wheel was still running, and the sluice gate on the sea surface was completely reversed, and the sea water was once again split in half, and the whole huge iron ship was submerged by the sea, and turned over, and the sea surface stirred up a huge wave, and in an instant submerged the stone house that was covered with rocks.

The rapids created by the sea quickly rushed into the gap at the top, and the water gradually overflowed her waist.

No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the chains on her body, and could only watch as the sea water continued to flood up, not up her neck, and she could not move.

She pursed her lips and thought to herself, this time begging God to thunder would not work.

Besides, if a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, it would probably electrocute her to death before drowning her.

Whether it's a drowned salted fish or an electrocuted salted fish, she doesn't want to.

Is there no way around it?

The surging waves lifted all the light things on the ground, but she was still 'determined' to stand.

She hated it, this sea was nakedly eccentric.

She's just a hundred or dozens of pounds heavier than the handle of an axe, and she has the ability to float her.

She didn't want to die, and she couldn't die.

She still has a million family assets that have not yet been lost, and there is a lovely maid waiting for her to come back.

On top of that, she has a promise to fulfill.

Someone said that he wanted to stay with her until he was old.

But she was so tired, so sleepy, so hungry.

Why hasn't he come yet?

If he doesn't come again, she'll have to sleep for a while.

The water gradually reached her ears, and she craned her neck desperately and raised her head until the water completely submerged her face.

The sound under the water was noisy, but at that moment, Shunhua's mood was very calm, and she had no time to think about anything other than how to breathe.

She is very stubborn, she is dying, and she wants to take a few more breaths, so as not to lose to this world.

The moon, which is as strong as hers, breaks free from the clouds, and the moon shines brightly.

The sudden moonlight illuminated her vision, and just when she thought she had a glimmer of life, a huge weight crashed mercilessly into her.

She closed her eyes heavily, passed out, and in an instant, some very strange images appeared in her mind.

Buried in the earth, she was dying, and she used her last strength to cry out desperately, making a faint cry.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance suddenly stopped, but he did not linger long, and soon she watched as the man on the steed rode away, never to return.

Finally, no one came.

Just before she was completely unconscious, she was satisfied to hear the soft call, "Brother Yan." ”

Plop –

A slender figure scurried into the water like a flying fish, looking for her trace under the water by the cold white moonlight.

Unconscious, she was wrapped in chains and sunk to the bottom of the water, motionless.

This beautiful man with long hair like a waterfall and starry eyes quietly came to her and gently supported her waist and swam up.

*

"Brother Yan, wake up..."

Fu Mujian, who was in a state of confusion, leaned down and poured his mouth to breathe for her.

Yun Xiaoyou, who couldn't bear it, turned his face away, feeling that it was enough, and people should not be able to save him.

Xiao Thirteen looked at this scene worriedly, remembering that in order to find her, Doctor Fu ran all the way despite his foot injury, and the blood flowed all the way, who would have thought that it would be too late in the end.

No matter how many times he leaned down and crossed his breath, the people on the ground were still stiff and motionless, unresponsive, his face was bloodless, and Shun Hua, who was as pale as snow, seemed to have already lost his breath.

Little Thirteen finally couldn't look at it and opened his mouth.

"Enough, enough, Doctor Fu, she's dead, she's dead, she can't be saved, you better give up."

His movements slowed, his trembling hands clutching at her clothes, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping into her lips.

It's a little hot, it's a little salty.

Shunhua, who lost consciousness, was tightly held in Fu Mujian's arms, his hand was very strong, and her abdomen hurt very much, and before long, a feeling of turning her stomach came up.

She coughed and spat out the seawater.

Fu Mujian, who had tears in her eyes, was stunned and looked at her with a smile.

"Great, Brother Yan, Fu thought you were going to break your word."

Shunhua raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him dissatisfied.

It's too late, there's another time.

I'll see you in the next life, little fool.

Fu Mujian, who had been lost and recovered, opened his hand excitedly and hugged her into his arms, just wanting to hold her like this, with his white head, and he was old in the wilderness.

Seeing that the two of them were as entangled as silk, Senior Brother Yun Xiaoyou coughed shyly.

"Okay, the senior brother is still angry in the village, although I don't know how you came to this kind of place? But when I went back and explained, I almost wronged a few of my fellow brothers. ”

Hearing this, Shunhua looked at Yun Xiaoyou angrily, as if he had said the wrong thing.

Fu Mujin let go of Shunhua and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "You didn't wronged them, it was they who 'killed' Brother Yan." ”