Perhaps there was no one else in the surrounding shipyards, and the surroundings were so quiet that they could hear the pins falling.

The five women, who were terrified to the extreme, consciously held their breath, and the shipyard was as quiet as a tomb, and they couldn't hear the slightest movement.

In the dark, Song Qingxiao still occupied the largest bed in the shipyard, but her heart was beating fast and fast, and it was difficult to fall asleep.

The wind outside was whining, and the rushing river was crashing against the bottom of the boat, making the windows hit the hull with a 'click' sound.

The blood stains on the bed and feet were difficult to wash and wipe clean, with a faint fishy smell, turning into invisible fear that impacted Song Qingxiao's state of mind.

A pair of big eyes glowing with a faint green light were like two ghost fires in the dark, coldly approaching in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

'Meow-'

The cat's meow was particularly loud and gloomy at night, Song Qingxiao opened his eyes and drank coldly:

"Go back."

She tried to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, but she couldn't, so she could only grasp the dagger made of wood.

'Meow-meow-'

The white cat stopped uneasily, its paws clawing at the floor, making a piercing scratching sound.

The others held their breath and listened to the movement of one man and one cat.

After a long confrontation, the white cat finally retreated, retracted into the arms of its master, and the night passed peacefully.

When the sky was dark, the man's body rose from the river again.

A fierce battle, Song Qingxiao finally won reluctantly.

And then came the fifth night—

Sixth Night –

Seventh Night—

Every night passes, and when a new day comes, it is like a hell journey for Song Qingxiao.

Her body was already scarred, and her thighs and arms were amazingly thin.

Her cheeks were deeply sunken, as if a thin layer of skin was sticking to her cheeks, revealing that her eyes were ridiculously large, with a chilling chill when looking at people.

Without the nourishment of food, she was like a withered skeleton, her fragile bones against her thin, dull skin, but revealing a fierceness.

There was blood all over the cabin, almost the entire cabin was stained red, and it smelled of blood.

In recent days, the nearby cabins have been getting emptier, but more and more food has been delivered, but the appetites of several women have also increased, as if they will never be filled.

Song Qingxiao sat on the edge of the bed, the forearm of her left hand was broken, the white bones pierced out of the skin with flesh, and the red blood dripped down her thin wrist.

The pain made her body tremble instinctively, but she was glad that the pain had kept her awake.

Days and nights have been dripping, and in addition to the pressure from the body, there are also threats from the outside and from the inside.

There seemed to be another consciousness in her sea of consciousness, shouting that she wanted to go back to a hundred years later, back to the side of the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing.

It was another 'Song Qingxiao' voice, compared to Song Qingxiao's firmness who had experienced the baptism of the Divine Prison, she had been spoiled by the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing since she was a child, and in the face of such a danger, she had already retreated.

The recent encounters have made 'her' a little uncontrollable, and she has tried to occupy her consciousness several times.

But Song Qingxiao didn't give 'her' a chance, even if she was extremely sleepy, she still didn't close her eyes.

In the reflection in the mirror, 'her' eyes were already full of resentment and anger, like a ghost walking like a shadow, looking for an opportunity to let her relax.

A corpse that had been pierced beyond recognition lay at Song Qing's feet, and the blade of the broken wooden dagger was still stuck in his neck, where only a thin layer of skin remained.

Song Qing held half a broken blade in his small hand, panting heavily.

She rested for a long time before she raised her head tremblingly and instructed a few forbidden women:

"Bring me a towel—"

After days of not getting a drop of water, her voice was hoarse, and her lips were torn when she spoke, and a large amount of blood gushed out, staining her teeth red.

Her appearance looked very crazy, and her eyes seemed to be murderous, which made people shudder.

Several women obeyed her instructions, went to look for silk, and held it in front of her.

She grabbed one of them and bit it into her mouth, exhaling deeply, holding her left hand with her right hand, and forcefully pulling the broken bone back into place.

As the bones moved, the speed of blood flowed intensified, and it fell to the floor like red plums blooming.

A large amount of cold sweat oozed from Song Qingxiao's forehead, her face turned pale, and her trembling nose could see the severe pain she was suffering at this time, which shocked several women.

"Why?"

The woman holding the cat muttered, "Why bother?" ”

Song Qingxiao ignored her, but gritted her teeth and survived the sharp pain that pierced her heart, her body was still trembling.

After a long time, she opened her mouth with excessive force in some disobedience, and the silk silk fell, leaving tooth marks and large clumps of blood stains on it.

"Because tomorrow there may be another fierce battle, and I can't wait to die."

When she spoke, her voice trembled because of the pain, and she grabbed the silk silk with one hand and tried to wrap it around the broken arm, but the stimulation of the pain made her movements a little weak.

The woman holding the cat was silent for a long time, not knowing what to think, and finally looked at her clumsy but persistent actions, and said softly:

"I'll do it—"

For the first time, she took the initiative to let go of the cat in her arms, took a few deep breaths, and walked in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

Juan'er and the others looked at her in shock, as if they felt very incredible about her actions.

Song Qingxiao slowly looked up at her with some difficulty, her lips were trembling with nervousness, but she didn't dodge, but let her stare at her.

After a long time, Song Qingxiao handed over the silk silk in his hand.

The woman holding the cat seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and after a long while, she raised her eyes in surprise, her eyes gradually heated, and she reached out to take it, and gently tied up the wound.

"You disposed of the body."

Song Qing glanced at the others and ordered.

The women had been handling the corpses for several days in a row, and they were already very familiar, and when they heard this, they all responded.

Everyone came forward to grab the man's body, and when the youngest Juan'er was dragging one of the man's hands, the hand that had been hanging on the ground grabbed her wrist with her backhand.

"Ahh

She let out a terrible scream, her hand as if it had been burned, and instinctively tried to shake the hand that was holding her out.

But the man's palms tightened more and more, and his poked face, which had fallen to the ground, moved, as if he wanted to sit up.

"He, he's not dead, he's not dead!"

Juan'er shouted loudly in fright, and the others hurriedly tried to dodge.

"Shut up!" Song Qingxiao's eyes were calm, and he snorted coldly.

She has a very high prestige in the hearts of the five daughters, even if she is seriously injured at this time, but after drinking, Na Juan'er really shut up.

"He's not dead yet, just kill him, what's all the fuss!"

Song Qingxiao clenched her teeth, her broken hand hung weakly on her thigh, and ordered a few people:

"Hold him down, and take someone to behead him."

After dealing with this 'man' for a few days, Song Qingxiao was very experienced and knew how to make this corpse rest completely.

"I, I can't-"

When Na Juan'er heard this, she was so frightened that she shook her head frequently, and tears flew like rain:

"I can't."

"Why not?" Song Qingxiao asked her calmly.

'Bang! Bang! The male corpse on the ground struggled to get up, but the moment his palm moved, he was stepped on by Song Qingxiaoti's feet.

He was like a worm, dead but not stiff, and his fingertips on the soles of his feet were still wriggling, trying to escape her stepping, and the scene looked very scary.

"I, I'm afraid—" Juan'er closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Since you are afraid, you should kill him with your own hands."

Song Qingxiao tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile:

"There are many of you, and he is seriously injured and dying, he is the one to be afraid of!"

"I don't dare—"

The woman shook her head desperately, unable to muster up the courage.

"You try." Song Qingxiao stared at her and lowered her voice:

"Running away won't solve anything."

The man who once died at her hands will never die and will always return.

Every time he returns, with the scars given to him by Song Qingxiao last time, his image is more fierce and weird.

When the night passed and dawn came, it should have been a time of hope, but because of the man's several returns, the people on this ship seemed to fall into a nightmare that would never wake up.

The cycle goes on and on.

"What exactly are you afraid of? Is it this man? Or is it the fear that won't make him disappear completely? ”

But no matter what the reason for fear, if you retreat because of fear, you will never find the answer, and you will never find a way to overcome your fear.

"You try." A hint of darkness flashed in Song Qingxiao's eyes, and she coaxed her again:

"Like me before, after killing him, you will find that he is not as terrifying as you think."

Her voice was very soft, and the hand holding the half-broken dagger slowly handed it to Na Juan'er:

"It's like dealing with the aftermath before."

As long as the initial fear is broken, and the inner fear and cowardice are overcome, it will be renewed.

"Kill him." She accentuated her voice, "Sometimes, when there is no one to protect you anymore, you are the one who can save yourself!" ”

"I-I-"

The young woman's eyes were teary-eyed, and she slowly opened her eyes, with fear, struggle, and hesitation in her eyes.

Song Qingxiao's words shocked her greatly, and she tentatively stretched out her hand that was clenched into a fist across her chest, with a look of apprehension and panic in her expression.

It's just that at the moment when she hadn't touched Song Qingxiao's hand, a hand had already reached over very decisively:

"I'm coming!"

It was the woman with the cat named Qiao Er who spoke, she seemed to have made a lot of determination because of Song Qingxiao's words, rubbed her palm on her clothes and rubbed it, and then reached out to the hand that Song Qingxiao handed out-

Her expression was a little excited, a little excited, as if she was not going to pick up a broken wooden dagger, but to inherit Song Qingxiao's courage.

Song Qingxiao glanced up at her, both a little surprised, but also as if she had expected all this a long time ago.

At the moment when Qiao Er touched the wooden dagger, Song Qingxiao smiled slightly and let go of her hand.

The woman holding the cat clenched the dagger tightly, revealing a complicated look in her eyes.

There seemed to be brilliance in her eyes, and she touched the dagger carefully, as if she was reassured.

Immediately after, she turned her head, and her gaze changed from timidity and weakness at the beginning to firm and fierce.

She pounced on the still struggling corpse, and let out a shrill cry from her mouth, like an enraged wolf, raised her half-cut dagger and stabbed it at the corpse.

'Poof! ’

After the wooden dagger was broken, it was actually not sharp, and the skin and bones of this corpse that had returned many times became more and more blunt, and it took Song Qingxiao a lot of effort to subdue it today.

But at this time, the dagger fell into the hands of the woman holding the cat, but it was like an indestructible sharp weapon, and she easily stabbed it into the body that was still struggling.

'gurgling-'

Blood gushed out from the wound, and this time it was no longer pale pink river water, but black-red and thick blood.

The woman holding the cat did not want the man's life, as if she was venting her hatred, and it seemed to be venting the fear accumulated in her heart.

The blood splattered more and more, and the corpse began to struggle more violently as if it were coming back to light.

When the other women saw this scene, their eyes quickly turned red, and as if they were greatly stimulated, they also crawled over.

Song Qingxiao quietly removed the foot that stepped on the palm of the corpse, and the man's hand was raised, but it was pressed down by Juan'er and the others.

The woman with the cat was holding a broken dagger, and someone went to take the half of the blade around his neck.

The unarmed man bit him with his mouth, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The hull of the ship began to shake violently, and the blood inside the shipyard churned like a wave.

"Kill—"

"Zhang Shouxin, I want your life-"

Outside, Li Guochao's righteous army shouted to kill again, and the sound of horns and snare drums suppressed the movement of several women in the shipyard.

The corners of Song Qingxiao's mouth slowly hooked, she turned her head with difficulty, and looked at the swaying bronze mirror in the shipyard.

Her shadow was reflected in the mirror, and on the miserable white face like a ghost, 'Song Qingxiao' widened a pair of frightened and unwilling eyes, and looked at Song Qingxiao with hatred.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the mirror changed, and the originally red furniture began to fade rapidly, quickly turning into decay and covered with spider silk.

The shiny silk silk has also become old and has lost its bright color.

The hazy blue light in the shipyard turned into a faint red mist, and the women who frantically assassinated the male corpses on the ground turned into skeletal ghosts covered in red gas.

'Sonorous! ’

Cracks appeared in the mirror, and they began to shatter rapidly, like an illusion about to be broken.

Song Qing's back slowly straightened up, and in the shattered mirror, her dry and dull cheeks were rejuvenated.

Withered hair grows back with a voluminous sheen.

The broken arm was rejoined, and the lost strength flowed through her again, filling every part of her body.

On the shattered pale blue robe, there was a cold breath like blue flames again, and she slowly opened her eyes-

Those eyes were dark gold, which should have been indifferent and ruthless, but at this time, because of the residual regret and pity, there was a little more warmth.