The white-clothed witch's head shook gently, her beautiful and delicate face was still confused, but for some reason the tears couldn't stop flowing, she panicked and rubbed her eyes, but her eyes were just like someone else's, and they kept crying.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Thinking to herself, the white-clothed witch said in a loud voice, "Olutern! Sorrutern! Syukdong Crash? ”

"Alas......" Maybe after venting, Zhang Xiaowu finally woke up, maybe he was tired, he let out a long sigh, feeling that the air was extraordinarily sweet, and the body that trembled before was back to normal, maybe death was really not so terrible.

He always smiled, facing this girl who was exactly the same as Jiu'er, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Ying, you are not Jiu'er, but you are really exactly the same as Jiu'er." If Lao Tzu can get out alive, he will definitely snatch you back and marry you. ”

The white-clothed witch suddenly felt a desire to protect in the face of this strange and familiar man, she didn't know why she felt this way, the barracks would carry out human sacrifice rituals every day, and after she finished singing the ancient ballad of the witch, the witch queen would order the killing of animals to sacrifice to the sky. In front of her, hundreds of men had already been sacrificed to the heavens in the form of five horses, and she had never felt mercy, as if they were really just pigs, sheep, cows and horses.

But right now, she wanted to protect him, as if a voice was shouting in her ear: "Save him!" You're going to save him! ”

The white-clothed witch asked again, "Brother Xiao Wu, Wa Waitwa Huh, Potter Huh?" The meaning of this sentence is what Brother Xiaowu means, but Zhang Xiaowu on the other side doesn't understand the Mandarin language.

Zhang Xiaowu looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes showed a hint of relief, he could see his beloved before he died, even if he looked alike, it could be regarded as the welfare of death.

"Brother Xiao Wu, Brother Xiao Wu, Brother Xiao Wu......" The white-clothed witch kept chanting this sentence.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaowu's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the white-clothed witch in shock, and finally found that when the girl in front of him said "Brother Xiaowu", from the tone of voice to the action to the voice, it was exactly the same as Yin Jiu'er, that is to say-she is Yin Jiu'er! She is not a girl at all, she is her wife Yin Jiu'er.

At the beginning, Jiu'er committed suicide by throwing himself into the river in order not to drag himself down, Zhang Xiaowu was grief-stricken, but the Jiu'er in front of him was lifelike, he could only thank God, it was God who let Jiu'er survive. It's just that he doesn't understand why Jiu'er can't understand his own words, why she speaks a mouthful of Tatar, and why she doesn't know herself.

Is she amnesiac?

Zhang Xiaowu laughed dumbly, this is too bloody, he will actually encounter a living person with amnesia for the second time.

The first time he encountered amnesia from a living person was when he was in his fourth year of college, when a freshman suddenly died of sudden cardiac death after playing basketball, and his classmates, doctors and nurses gave him first aid. Everyone relayed 15,000 cardiac resuscitation compressions, and the young man miraculously came back to life, but found that the memories of the younger brother in two months had disappeared, and the incident was even published in the local newspaper.

And his wife in front of him actually lost her memory?

"Jiu'er! Yin Jiu'er! Are you Jiu'er? Zhang Xiaowu tried to awaken Jiu'er's memory, but Jiu'er remained indifferent and took two steps back as if afraid.

The witch queen was furious, and walked over with a few women in black, snatched the cane, and scolded, "The sacrificial ceremony has begun, what are you doing?" Why not awaken the gods? ”

The white-clothed witch lowered her head and said, "I don't want to kill him, I feel that he knows me, and I know him, and I can't help but cry at the thought that he will die." I didn't know what I was crying about, but I couldn't help it, I wanted to cry when I saw him. And he will say, 'Brother Xiaowu', mother-in-law, is he related to me, can you not kill him? ”

"No way!" The Witch Queen flatly refused, "This is a sacrifice, not a play, since you can't bear it, then let me chant the psychic divine comedy." ”

"Nope." The white-clothed witch begged, "I don't want you to kill him. ”

"He must die!" The Witch Queen snapped, "If he doesn't die, you won't be able to become the next Witch Queen!" Mountain Spirit Fairy, you must remember that the shrine maiden is dedicated to the great gods all her life, and she can never think of mortals. Seeing that Jiu'er was still arguing, the witch queen ordered her to be taken back, and then sang a sacrificial psychic ballad herself.

The mysterious and distant ballad seems to have a powerful magic power, everyone listens to the ballad motionlessly, although they don't understand the language of the Spirit, but Zhang Xiaowu also thinks that this ballad is too good, it seems that there is really a god descending from the distance, and the witch of the Witch does have this magical power.

After a song, Queen Wu seemed to have exhausted her strength, she faced Zhang Xiaowu, stared at him viciously, said a word loudly in the Tatan, and then raised her right hand high.

Soon, the strong man put Zhang Xiaowu's body down and tied his hands, feet and neck with ropes. Once again, all the Tartars raised their hands and roared in a low voice.

"Innocent Blue!" Zhang Xiaowu looked at the sky, his mood calmed down, maybe because he died once, his attitude towards death was incredible.

The witch queen looked at him a few more times, and said in her heart that this man was really a devil.

Zhang Xiaowu somehow actually wanted to sing, he sang a lot of songs, there are military songs and war songs, maybe the reason for his memory is too good, if he is allowed to travel to the parallel of the earth, maybe he will become a plagiarized singer. Before he died, he suddenly thought of the song "Anhe Bridge", maybe there will be a Nai He Bridge after death, and he felt that he should squat by the Nai He Bridge and wait.

Perhaps Xiao Kaihui passed by his side and said to him, "My lord, I have fulfilled your last wish, and everyone is doing well." ”

Maybe Miss Gu Er passed by the bridge and said, "Zhang Xiaowu, I have carried forward Xi's medical skills, and many people have died." ”

Perhaps Wu Song will say, "I have finally written the "Insect Chronicle", and future generations will remember me." ”

Maybe Guan Cheng will proudly say: "My lord, I have married eighteen wives and given birth to more than a hundred children, are you very envious?" ”

"Let me look at your side again, from south to north

It's like being blindfolded on the North Fifth Ring Road

Please tell me again, about that day

The girl holding the box, and the man wiping the sweat

I know that those summers can't come back like youth......"

All the people looked strangely at the man who was about to be executed and was still singing leisurely, and even some of the warriors had to admire, what a free and bold person this was. They also noticed that the man was not a slave or captive in the cellar, he was well-dressed, even cleaner than the shrine maidens present.

"Who is this?" Doubts arose in everyone's minds.

"O great mountain spirit, please accept the offerings of the believers!" The Witch Queen shouted, drawing attention back to herself, and she slowly raised her cane.

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