Seeing this, Liang Chenyue had to calm down, carefully observing every corner, thinking about how to untie the red silk thread that bound her.

The mausoleum was surrounded by red smoke, and Liang Chenyue and Wan Yanjin tried their best to adjust their breathing to the shallowest state to avoid inhaling a large amount of smoke. However, although there is not much smoke in the body inhaled, the smoke accumulated in the body will accumulate more and more over time, and it is not a way to go on like this.

Only now they were all trapped by the red thread, and it was so difficult to even take a step forward, let alone find out where the smoke was coming from.

Gradually, there were more and more red silk threads binding them, and some of the silk threads had directly bypassed their faces, leaving a deep strangulation mark, and the red silk threads tied on their bodies were getting tighter and tighter, but the amazing thing was that the silk threads that were as thin as hair showed no signs of breaking.

After about a stick of incense, there was more and more smoke around them, and the air they could breathe became thinner and thinner, and there was a large amount of smoke in their lungs, which made Liang Chenyue cough.

Suddenly, the red thread on Wan Yan Jin's body cracked, and it wasn't until he saw blood dripping from his hands that Liang Chenyue knew that he had used brute force to break the silk thread with his bare hands, and Liang Chenyue, who was also strong in martial arts, felt even more terrible, what kind of internal force could break the silk thread that was harder than steel wire with his bare hands. It's not that Liang Chenyue hasn't tried this method, but she doesn't have a force point at all, as soon as her hand touches the silk thread, she will be cut, the harder she is, the deeper the injury, she didn't care at first to pull the silk thread with her hands, and when she got to the back, the silk thread fell into the flesh, and the five fingers of her right hand were cut, all saying that ten fingers were connected to the heart, and the cut fingers were also painful tongue smacking.

Wan Yan Jin faded all the silk threads on her body, fortunately, the silk threads were one, otherwise it would be difficult to get out if she broke one.

Liang Chenyue saw Wan Yan Jin pull the silk thread on her body, stretched out her left hand and was about to pull it, and was about to stop it, but Wan Yan Jin glared at her, so she followed him.

Liang Chenyue turned her head away, unwilling to look at his serious face, but her eyes fell on the tip of his right finger, the whole hand was already stained with dark red blood, dripping down the fingertips, and there were some vague blood stains on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Suddenly, his right hand was raised, and the force of the silk thread increased. The strength of a person's left hand is always much smaller than that of his right hand, probably because the strength of his left hand is not enough, so Wan Yan Jin took the injured right hand and used it together.

Liang Chenyue saw that the corners of her eyes were a little tingling, and she finally didn't want to look at Yan Jin's face anymore, lowered her head, and silently prayed that the silk thread would break soon, so that the strength of pulling her heart would be reduced.

Wan Yan Jin's heavy breath was a little tired, and the tense nerves were also broken at the moment when the silk thread broke, and the whole person fell to the ground unconscious, Liang Chenyue was so frightened that her face turned pale, and now she was also paralyzed and had no strength, and her consciousness was gradually confused.

She ripped the silk threads on her upper body indiscriminately, and crawled towards Wan Yanjin with the last bit of consciousness, and her hand was red with blood as soon as she touched his shoulder, only to find that the injury on his back was so serious, she didn't even know when he was injured.

For the first time, she felt so helpless, one hand was stunned in the air and didn't know what to do, all her eyes touched was a piece of blood red, and suddenly, her hand didn't dare to touch Yan Jin, because she found that Yan Jin's body was full of blood, and his ink robe was dark red, if she hadn't gotten closer, she wouldn't have found that his body was so badly injured.

When did it hurt? Obviously, when he talked to her, he was so ordinary, and he couldn't tell that he was hurt so much. Liang Chenyue tore his shirt, and the crimson in front of her eyes saw that the corners of her eyes were soaked with mist.

His back was mottled and scarred, there were circles of blood that had just been cut by silk threads, there were also wounds that were soaked in water after being pierced by a flying knife, and some of the scars he had received before also fell into Liang Chenyue's eyes. It must have been dried by the extremely high temperature just now, so the wound has improved a little, and there is no blood flowing out, Liang Chenyue remembered the pool of red blood that surged in the water at the first level, and suddenly understood everything, it turned out that it was injured at that time, but it didn't show it at all in front of her, and it didn't seem to have anything to do when talking to people.

In order to break the silk thread with his bare hands, brute force was used to tear the original wound again, and the old wound was added to the new wound. Liang Chenyue's vision had begun to blur a little, and she still forced herself to take out the medicine bottle in her pocket and sprinkle the medicine powder on Wan Yan Jin's wound, and then tore the torn clothes into strips, put them together randomly, and circled Wan Yan Jin's wound again and again before the bleeding barely stopped.

However, after finishing these Liang Chenyue, he was exhausted, and when he saw that the blood had stopped, his whole consciousness relaxed. Once a person relaxes, it is most likely to lose consciousness, Liang Chenyue was so tired that she closed her eyes, leaned on Wan Yanjin's side in a daze, and even passed out.

There was more and more red smoke, almost dyeing the entire mausoleum red, and the red silk threads that slowly fell down had been spread all over the ground, falling on the bodies of the two people, like a piece of Manshu Sawa petals, which were bloody, but unexpectedly gave people a dynamic poignant.

Wan Yan Jin didn't know where he was at all, there were layers of white fog everywhere, and he was in the fog, with no sense of direction at all. The good-looking sword eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pursed into a line, and his sharp eyes looked around.

At this moment, he was even more worried about where Liang Chenyue was, why he wasn't with him.

It was just an instant, the scenery in front of him changed, and there was still a white expanse everywhere, but the figure lying on the ground not far away was so familiar to him, the person was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and it looked so dazzling in the white snow, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her small facial features were almost twisted together, so painful.

Who hurt her like that? The slender body was lying in the snow, and her body was already covered with a layer of frost, as if she had been lying there for a long, long time, and no one had come.

Wan Yan Jin couldn't tell whether this was a dream or not, or maybe it was an illusion, and he didn't care. I ran almost like crazy, losing all my senses. But he never seemed to be able to run to her side, and the more he ran, the farther she got away from him, so that when he came to the back he could only see a distant touch of blood red.