The tense nerves in Yue Zitong's whole body were almost broken, and he could no longer suppress the extreme fear in his heart, and he was about to let out a terrible scream when he opened his mouth.

A slender, strong, cold hand grabbed her neck so that she could no longer utter a syllable.

She broke the hand with her left hand, and as her right fist slammed out, her right foot also quickly lifted up.

At this moment, she can still make these counterattacks, which is enough to prove that in the six years she has been a national security agent, she has not been a fool, and she has indeed learned some real skills.

Her fist, hit something soft, it should have been a palm.

Her right foot slammed up, but it was kicked into the air.

It's like she doesn't have anything in front of her, but there's obviously a hand holding her neck.

Yue Zitong grabbed that hand with both hands, and with the help of his feet, he kicked it in the left and right directions.

After the kick was empty just now, she thought that the thing that was choking her neck was leaning over.

So now with both feet in a chain, kicking left and right?

Yue Zitong didn't believe it, that thing could still be avoided.

The thing didn't dodge, and Yue Zitong didn't kick it—below her hands, it was actually empty, only something like hair slid over her ankles.

Hanged man!

Suddenly, Yue Zitong thought of this thing.

In many horror novels, there has been a mention of an alternative hanged ghost, which is suspended upside down in the air when it comes out to harm people, with its hair hanging down and fluttering in the wind.

If it weren't for the hanging ghost, how could the two kicks kicked by Yue Zitong only touch the hair that fell down?

Her courage to resist collapsed in an instant, and she let out a terrible scream in her heart, and when she rolled her eyes and was about to pass out, she seemed to see a white light, faster than lightning, and suddenly shot out from the direction of her bedroom door.

That should be an illusory white light, and when it burst over, Yue Zitong hallucinated in front of his eyes.

In the white light, there was an ethereal, stretched woman in a long line.

Dressed in white, with long flowing hair and a mouth wide open, he seemed to be yelling at something.

What is it?

When this thought was finally fed into the cerebral cortex by the optic nerve, prompting her to have this question, she seemed to see the face that was pulled into a line.

Very familiar face.

But before Yue Zitong could remember who this face was, all her consciousness quickly sank into the dark abyss.

It was as if a woman's muffled snort came from her ears.

Then, the whole world fell silent, except for her whereabouts in the darkness.

The more she falls, the slower she becomes.

She wanted to figure out what was going on, but her mind didn't listen to her and just wanted to rest.

The real scene just now caused her brain to think nervously like it had never felt before, and finally stopped running after she no longer had to accept the impact of extreme horror.

Yue Zitong, who didn't have any thoughts, slowly calmed down.

Her descending body also began to fall horizontally, like a leaf falling from the top of a tree, blown by the wind from nowhere, fluttering towards a bright place.

The bright light is getting brighter and brighter, and there is a good smell of flowers, coming from the bright light, and it is quite pleasant to take a breath.

She saw the blue sky.

I also saw white clouds.

There is also the vast prairie, where countless cattle, horses and sheep are running happily.

Knights on horses, dressed as ancient nomads, wielded long whips in their hands, gently whipped foals trying to run out of the group, and long-haired hounds, barking and following their masters.

Blue sky, all around her.

White clouds, at her waist.

The savannah, at her feet.

Where have I been?

How can it float in mid-air, fluttering in white, like a fairy?

Yue Zitong's brain, which was struck by extreme horror, was like a fueled engine, running slowly, which made her have these questions.

No one answered her.

But the knights on horseback below, when they saw her, rolled their saddles and fell off their horses, raised their hands high, and slowly prostrate on the ground.

The standard five-body throw, the most solemn etiquette of nomads.

She wanted to ask those people why they were kneeling down to her.

It's just that she couldn't help but slowly float across a big river with a pleasant breeze.

On the meadow on this side of the river, there was a large camp that stretched for several miles, countless tents, which looked not much bigger than matchboxes, and a group of knights in the same ancient costumes, with scimitars on their waists, repeatedly circled around the perimeter of the camp.

In the middle of the camp, there is a large tent covering an area of 500 square meters.

Eighteen warriors with scimitars at their waists lined up on either side of the door of the tent, their eyes not squinting.

In the open space in front of the big tent, there stood a flagpole several meters high, the flagpole spindle was golden, and a nine-legged white silk was hung on it.

In front of the flagpole is a high platform made of giant trees, which is more than three meters high.

After seeing the big tent and the nine-legged white tent on the flagpole, Yue Zitong thought of the ancient film and television drama he had watched on TV - this big tent could only be inhabited by the nomadic Khan or Kedun.

Fluttering, Yue Zitong slowly landed on the high platform.

She was surprised, dazed, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just when she was at a loss, there was a thunderous horn sound, which suddenly sounded from several directions at the same time.

Woo, woo!

Countless knights on horses quickly gathered in front of the high platform from all directions, their hooves flying, and dust billowed from the horses.

The main door of the big tent opened, and some gorgeously dressed old men with white beards, surrounded by a young man in a black dragon robe, strode out from inside.

Yue Zitong looked back.

After just one glance, the delicate body shook violently, and shouted loudly: "Li Nannan, why are you!?" ”

Before Li Nannan could answer, thousands of people cheered and rose from the ground: "So-and-so, meet Her Royal Highness Princess Dasui!" Meet Anping Kedun! ”

What Her Royal Highness Princess Da Sui?

What is Amping Kedun?

Yue Zitong looked blankly, and saw that the knights who had gathered from all directions just now were all kneeling on one knee, holding the knee with their left hand, holding the reins of the horse with their right hand, lowering their heads and shouting in unison again: "So-and-so, meet Her Royal Highness Princess Da Sui, meet Anping Kedun!" ”

"Li Nannan, tell me, what's going on?"

Yue Zitong, who was at a loss, leaned on a person when he subconsciously retreated.

Li Nannan, who was wearing a black dragon robe, wore a nine-bead glazed crown on his head, held her shoulders with both hands, and said softly: "You, you were originally the princess of my Great Sui, and their Anping Kedun." ”

"What? I am the emperor, the emperor - you, you are Yang Guang! ”

was about to say that he was the boss of Kaihuang Group, but when Yue Zitong said the word "Kaihuang", he didn't know why, so he suddenly said that Li Nannan was Yang Guang.

Li Nannan's brows furrowed, the amiable look on his face was retracted, and he said coldly: "Bold." My name is also what you can call it casually? ”

"How did you become Yang Guang, how did you become Yang Guang, how could you-"

Yue Zitong didn't care about Li Nannan's cold face at all, grabbed the clothes on his chest, and kept asking this sentence.

"Shut up!"

Li Nannan was furious and suddenly raised his hand.

Frightened, Yue Zitong instinctively closed his eyes and waited for the slap to fall.

After waiting for a long time, but the slap didn't fall, she opened her eyes full of doubts and saw the dawn outside the living room door.

Li Nannan, thousands of knights, the company camp that could not be seen, and everything else suddenly disappeared, only the cool morning breeze under the dawn, with the moisture of dewdrops, slowly blowing from outside the half-open living room.

Let her subconsciously hug her arms with both hands, only to find that she was lying on the floor.

It was just dawn, and it should be past five o'clock in the morning.

If it's the height of summer, it's already dawning at five o'clock.

What she saw and experienced just now was just a dream of Nan Ke.

She did not become standing on a high platform and accepting thousands of visits to Her Royal Highness the Great Sui Princess, Anping Kedun.

Li Nanfang is not Yang Guang in a black dragon robe - she is still Yue Zitong, and he is still Li Nannan.

It's just, how could she suddenly have such a strange dream?

Recently, I watched costume TV series in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and I watched too much?

How can you not sleep in a comfortable big bed, but lie on the cold floor of the living room?

Blinking her eyes, when Yue Zitong was about to turn over and get up, the memory before she passed out poured in like a flood of embankments, making her think of a lot of things in an instant.

Li Nannan and other women overindulged in excessive lust when they fooled around in the barren mountains and mountains, resulting in a stroke and high fever.

Helan Xiaoxin not only saw through her "conspiracy", but also threatened her and molested her in front of the hall of the inpatient department.

When she returned home in fear, she noticed that something was wrong in the living room, and sure enough, she ran into something cold.

That thing, it should be a face.

This face hangs upside down behind the door.

After thinking of this, Yue Zitong subconsciously looked at the top of the door, there was no rope or anything on it, but her short dagger fell on the threshold.

Could it be that thing a hanged man?

Yue Zitong shivered again, quickly got up from the ground, staggered to the back of the door, and turned on the light.

All the lights were turned on by her.

In the living room, it was as bright as day.

Picking up the short dagger on the ground, and after taking a deep breath, Yue Zitong slowly walked out of the living room.

Outside in the early morning, there was no movement at all, and the green mountains in the distance could only see faint outlines.

There was nothing abnormal, and the terrifying scene last night should not have happened.

But why does it hurt so much in the neck?

Yue Zitong turned around and ran into the bathroom, raising his chin to look at himself in the mirror.

In the slender white neck, there is an obvious blue-black pinch mark.

She pinched her thigh with her inside, almost screaming in pain, the scars did not disappear, which proved that she was not dreaming, and last night she was indeed choked by something that I don't know if it was a hanged ghost.

Just as she was about to pass out, a white light faster than lightning shot out from her bedroom.

Before she passed out, she seemed to hear a woman's muffled snort.

It wasn't her voice, it could only be something else.

Female ghosts?

After thinking of this word, Yue Zitong's nerves tightened suddenly, turned around and ran out of the bathroom, and rushed to the stairs, as if he had thought of a hundred thousand urgent things and had not done them yet.

kicked open the bedroom door, and the short dagger in his hand swiped horizontally to turn on the switch.

The bedroom was also lit up, and there was no movement, as if it had left yesterday morning, and no one had come.

Throwing the short dagger on the bedside table, Yue Zitong walked to the dresser, grabbed the dressing mirror with both hands, and lifted it up a little harder.

The mirror, which was originally integrated with the dresser, was pulled off by her, placed it flat on the table, and looked down.

On the back of the mirror, there is a small red cloth bag, which is firmly glued to it with transparent tape.

Tear off the tape and pour the contents of the small cloth bag into the palm of your hand.

In the pink palm, there is an antique jade pendant.

Xuanyuan.