Susan limped, but her steps were extremely fast, and the footprints around her also scattered forward, chasing Zhao Zimai, who was holding Shen'er, and blocking the way of the two before her.

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and don't look at anything." Zhao Zimai pressed Shen'er's head on his shoulder socket, but he could feel Shen'er's body trembling violently, just like his own heart beating violently, because he suddenly felt that the back of his neck was cold, as if someone was blowing on his neck. When I wanted to turn back, I saw a few strands of burnt hair floating on my shoulders and cheeks, with a rotten stench of burnt hair in them.

A body as cold as ice cream slowly pressed against Zhao Zimai's back, and he could even feel the heartbeat and breathing of that body.

"You hit me." Susan's voice was still aggrieved, and her hand reached over his waist, and he saw that her fingers were covered with black ash, leaving several light black marks as they slashed across his clothes.

The smell of burning was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhao Zimai desperately closed his eyes without looking at Susan's hand holding him. Now he is like a fish out of water, weak, as if he is going to die of lack of oxygen in the next second. Thankfully, he didn't need much effort, as Susan's arm got under his ribs, lifting him off the ground.

"Old man."

After exhausting all methods and not being able to pull the beads off his wrist, Mu Xiaowu shouted at Mu Cripple angrily, Mu Cripple came back to his senses and drove the copper needle straight towards Susan, but before the needle touched her, it was blocked by several gray shadows, suspended above the wild grass and unable to move. Susan, on the other hand, giggled, wrapped her arms around Zhao Zimai's waist and pulled him and Shen'er in the direction of the baby tower.

"Baotian, use your sword to split this rosary." Seeing that Zhao Zimai was only a few steps away from the baby tower, Mu Xiaowu simply straightened his arms and shouted at Baotian, who was already frightened and overwhelmed.

Seeing Baotian hesitantly pull out her long sword, she shouted again, "Split this bead, quickly." ”

Baotian didn't hesitate any longer, the sword in his hand was raised a little higher, and then slashed down neatly, seeing that the blade had touched the bead, but when he heard a "bang", the rosary emitted a golden light, and the long sword was bounced out, falling on the ground and breaking into several petals.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu's heart was shocked, a puff of white mist floated in her mind, the mist dissipated, and she saw an oval-shaped pond, in which a few red lotuses seemed to be unopened, reflecting the turbid water surface. Next to the pond are a few rough steps, and the top layer holds a broken arch that looks like a tower. However, the crown of the tower at the top of it has been incomplete, and it can only be vaguely seen that it is decorated with lotus patterns, and some lotus flowers seem to be carved with other figures, but they are too old and have long been covered by the years.

Behind the arches, however, there seemed to be a forest of trees, craggy boulders, and a line of blue sky......

On the stone steps stood a man, a young monk to be exact, standing alone in front of the arch, like a tender poplar tree that had suddenly grown out of the desert. He was standing sideways to the arch, so he couldn't see clearly, and could only roughly see the three-dimensional outline pieced together from the eyebrow bone, nose bridge, and chin.

Mu Xiaowu recognized him because he was wearing a crimson robe.

"You did it again." A voice she knew all too well came from behind the arch, it turned out that it was also here, no, it was its memory, its memory that had been dusty for a long time. Mu Xiaowu narrowed his eyes, trying to see the person behind the arch clearly, but he only saw a strange shadow.

"Why do they kill people, they are all innocent, and they have not done anything evil." San's voice rang out behind the door again.

"What have I done again?" The young monk smiled, gentle as water, but the words he said made Mu Xiaowu confused, "I accidentally knocked over the candlestick and burned the scriptures, you tell me, compared with the villain who took more than 30 lives, which is the fault between me and him?" ”

He raised his head and looked at the sky without a trace of clouds, but the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and the unwillingness and despair that had accumulated for thousands of years seemed to have accumulated in his eyes, "The moon comes out, and whoever the moonlight falls on first is the criminal chosen by God, they say that this is 'heavenly judgment'." I believed in it, I believed in God, and I knew that He would not sweep bad luck on my head. But I was wrong, and when the moonlight poured down from the sky and fell on me, the scoundrel laughed, and said, 'See, master, what is the use of being a good man?' ’”

Speaking of this, the monk stopped talking, and just when Mu Xiaowu held his breath and thought that Sang was about to come out of the arch, he suddenly pulled his robe to his waist, revealing his back.

For a moment, Mu Xiaowu thought that the monk had been skinned, because his entire back was bloody, without an inch of skin. But when she saw the pitted dents, she suddenly understood, understood what he had suffered in his life.

A stream of hot air rose from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, dragging her back to the reality in front of her. The beads were still locked on her wrists, gnawing at the skin on her wrists like teeth. But the heat was still rising, gushing out through every pore of her body, as if it was about to tear her apart.

"Zhao Zimai." Mu Xiaowu had tears in his eyes, Susan had now dragged Zhao Zimai and Shen'er to the tower gate, and the tongue of fire rushed out of the door, licking them desperately. Amy was screaming, and her voice reached her ears, but it became very small, "Zhao Zimai, hold on a little longer." ”

But Zhao Zimai couldn't hear her words, he and Shen'er were tightly strangled by the iron arm and lost consciousness. Susan dragged them towards the tower gate.

"Brother Cat, red nose. With the tiled roof, bite the bottom nong? My brother is in such a pain, Ah Ru go bite Benon......" A low, gentle song came from the grass, Susan was stunned for a moment, turned her head away, and looked behind her.

Yu kept humming, she handed the baby in her arms to Amy, took out a piece of cracked bun from the cloth bag she was carrying, and leaned in Susan's direction, "Come to my mother's place, my mother has food here, I'm full, my mother sings to you." ”

Her hands trembled a little, and when she saw one shadow after another slowly pouring out of Susan's body, she still smiled, just like she had done in front of this tower for many, many years before, "My mother has come to see you, and I have brought you delicious food, and I have come to my mother's arms, and my mother misses you." ”

Susan's hand drooped, and she and Zhao Zimai fell down beside the tower gate, and the last shadow came out of her body, and they ran towards Yu's body, wrapped around her body, turned into a cloud of black smoke, and carried her towards the baby tower.

"Mother." Amy chased after her, holding the baby in her arms who was crying like her, "I searched for so many years to find you, don't leave me." ”

She can't catch up with it, no one can catch up with it, it has waited for so many years, hated for so many years, nothing more than wanting to get a warm embrace.

"Hurry." Seeing that Yu Shi was swept into the tower gate, Mu Xiaowu felt that all her hair stood up, she had already heard the rosary "creaking", it was already on the verge of shattering, and she was only about to take her last breath.

"Miss Mu, thank you Lord Zhao for me, thank you for helping me protect this guilty person...... Secret ......"

Yu's voice weakened, and the tongue of fire completely engulfed her, but at the last moment, Amy saw the eyes in the flames, those eyes that were almost exactly the same as herself. She couldn't speak anymore, but she could hear her calling her name.

"Xiaoling."

With a "bang", the beads collapsed everywhere, and three dazzling flames erupted from Mu Xiaowu's palm, flying towards the baby tower. (End of volume)

Postscript:

"You've already killed Xiaoling, I won't let you take Xiaomei again."

"You give her to me."

"Gu Yuming, you will have retribution."

"Give it to me."

……

……

"Tom."

During the scuffle, she pushed him into the stove, and the fire went over, burning his hair and clothes, and he struggled to climb out, but she picked up an iron pickaxe and slammed it on his head.

"Xiaoling, reluctant...... No...... No dead ......"

He shuddered as he uttered the last sentence, and she couldn't make out it.

The sky was pierced by lightning, and the thunder was so loud that it was deafening.