The man who had always been in love before, but this time he was extremely indifferent.

Perhaps, this is his nature, and it has never changed.

The beautiful woman and the madwoman looked more and more poignant in the firelight, and their fingertips coldly hammered the back of the chair, and they had no intention of interceding for their companions.

This made the old man who incited the people's emotions flashed with puzzlement in his eyes, no matter what, he was still acquainted.

The encirclement of the flames became smaller and smaller, although She Qing pulled the woman to dodge left and right, but due to the confinement of the iron chain, coupled with the fact that the woman seemed to touch the tongue of fire in pain, She Qing couldn't help but feel that her hands and feet were not enough, and she was so smoked that she coughed and wheezed.

There was no way to retreat, and the burning of the flames had already made her skin exude a high heat, and the stinging sensation was particularly obvious. The feeling of approaching death made her think back to the cold and biting waters of the lake and the darkness that was as silent as the abyss.

Looking at the ignorant smiling face of the woman chained by the red-hot chain, and the angry and hideous face outside the ring of fire, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

So, she laughed softly, and the crazy woman next to her, who was originally laughing and insisting on stirring the flames despite Sheqing's obstruction, was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the people around her stupidly.

Her eyes were fiercely frightened, and she didn't care about the blistering and festering chains on her wrists and ankles that were as hot as iron, and the hands and feet that were not locked were tightly clinging to the chains, like a monkey crawling and crawling, but they were very flexible, temporarily out of the flames.

She Qing looked up at her trembling appearance, and smiled more and more happily.

Even a madman thinks she's crazy, it's ridiculous.

Burn it, she has felt the extreme cold in her heart in that lake, and here, she can experience the extreme heat of burning herself with a fire, and it is not bad to burn it cleanly.

Her eyes were so poignant, but they sparkled like gods.

Seeing the group of red-clothed people outside the fire ring feel a chill in their hearts, they all took a few steps back, and they didn't dare to shout some more correct words in their mouths. They didn't dare to look directly at the woman they thought was weak and rebellious in the leaping flames.

Burn it, it's a little bigger, and it's better to burn everything here.

At least, there are so many people here to give her a funeral!

It's good, I'm not alone now.

A trace of telekinesis rose from the fire and slowly flew out of the cave, spreading in all directions with the surrounding tree trunks and branches and leaves with the wind. The speed and range are staggering.

It's just such a spectacle, except for the peddler standing at the front, and the rhodiola in the distance, no one else is aware of it.

No, maybe there is.

At the entrance of the village, Mei Yi closed her eyes, bumping around in the red mist, and noticed that the spider silk in her palm swayed slightly in the air, she held her palm tightly, and her eyes opened suddenly, it was actually a pair of cyan vertical pupils, flashing with a cold light.

Her fingers lightly hooked the silk thread in her palm, and her lips opened slightly, "Let's go." ”

The little thing that jumped out of nowhere quickly climbed onto her shoulder, flatteringly scratching her ears with its thin paws, while not forgetting to quickly retract its own silk thread.

In the cave, the flames had already climbed up to Sheqing's dress, and they were about to devour her.

Overhead, the madwoman curled up like a monkey and clutching the flaming red chains shook her body gently, like a pendulum in the air, but her eyes stared at the person at her feet. Still smiling indifferently, her eyes were shining with fire, like the tranquility before the phoenix's nirvana.

The madwoman unconsciously let go of a hand, and the smell of flesh and blood became more and more obvious in this small space.

She stretched out her hand towards the people underground, the blood-red Kodan was redder than the exposed flesh, and her eyes were clear and blank.

She Qing smiled brightly at her, like the snow-covered earth in winter was full of flowers in an instant.

She Qing didn't stretch out his hand, in this small circle of fire, death is a matter of time.

It's just the difference between roast duck and roast duck.

No different.

Looking at the villagers outside who didn't do anything, they knew that they were just waiting for the flames to purify them, and no one thought that anyone else would survive inside.

Suddenly a gust of wind rose in her ears, and snow fell in the cave, freezing cold, and fell on her skin, relieving the burning pain from the burning.

Don't think about it, it can only be that person.

The flame was not extinguished, but the height was lowered a little, so that the man who came to the fire stretched out his slender white right hand, and the fingertips were slightly hooked.

She Qing half raised her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose, "Actually, if you wait a little longer, maybe when I am burned and rolling on the ground, I will kneel and beg you to save me." ”

Rhodiola looked at her in fascination, her arms still held firmly.

"If a beauty burns beyond recognition, it will destroy the heavens. Medium-rare, just right. The man stuck out his tongue and gently licked the corner of his upper lip, his eyebrows crooked.

"Come on, do you want me to carry you out? Mischievous! As he spoke, the man stepped on the burning flame, advancing and retreating, and the flame seemed to have a life and fled to other combustibles, leaving nothing but black and smoking charcoal under his feet, not even a trace of fire.

"You stop." She Qing said coldly.

"Okay, listen to you."

The man raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders beautifully, heard a slight ringing in his ears, and turned back to catch the wooden staff that suddenly came at him.

The fingers that touched the hidden weapon quickly burned, and he reversed his body to protect Sheqing behind him, and made a few moves with the dealer to prevent the thing from getting close. When the old man saw that the blow missed, he stabbed his weapon at the woman behind him several times, and in a flash, the mourning staff in his hand was kicked away by the man and flew into the air.

The white-clothed men on the side were pushed into the inner circle to act as resistance, and those people looked numb like zombies dug out of a grave, shaking the chains in their hands and pounced on the man and woman.

opened his teeth and claws, but was thrown into the ring of fire by Rhodiola like a white rag pocket, and the flames instantly became arrogant and whirring.

It crackled, as if it were not human flesh, but dead branches and leaves in the gutter, accompanied by a terrible scream, and a disgusting smell wafted up with the smoke.

Except for the peddler and the white-clothed man who was controlled, the other red-clothed villagers all ran out of the cave with their mouths covered and vomited, listening to the screams inside, their eyes were frightened, and they didn't dare to take half a step.

A slightly bold villager proposed: the people inside are too vicious, if he is allowed to come out, he will not let us go, so it is better to take this opportunity to seal the entrance to the cave.

One man took the lead, and the villagers nodded in fear. A few of them twisted the stone gate mechanism, and one by one the stone doors descended, and the blood-red mist outlined bloody traces on the stone gate, like some ancient charm.

At this moment, the villagers outside were relieved, holding on to the stone wall outside the cave and howling, all of them were grief-stricken, but no one mentioned that there was their original leader inside.

As for the white-clothed ones, they don't count as things.

For the sake of the peace of the village, the dealer must also agree.

The group howled peacefully for a while, patting the dust off their bodies. Now that the people are gone, who will lead them in the final step of the ceremony?

The person who had just proposed took the initiative to stand up and said, "Let's go here, everyone goes back to their own homes, and the things in the yard of the seller can be divided, and I will lead everyone to worship the ancestors at night, and arrive on time, otherwise be careful of the ancestor and grandmother to blame." ”

A sweet jujube with a stick, although it is a fox and a fake tiger, who makes the people here afraid of this!

The villagers scattered in all directions, rushing to the peddler's house, and it didn't matter who was in charge, what was in hand was the most important thing.

There must be a lot of good things in the old man's house, and if you go late, you won't be able to pick up any benefits.

In a cave.

The white cloth bags entered the fire ring one after another, and the stench was so foul that She Qing covered her nose and was almost fainted.

She endured the smoke and fire, trying to free the hanging man, but she couldn't find the tools.

The mad woman saw that she was desperate to use two candlesticks, trying to separate the chains, but to no avail. Hand her the red strip of paper that had inadvertently fallen into her hand.

She Qing didn't even look at it, and impatiently pushed away the thing in front of her, still struggling to toss the heavy iron lock.

When is it, don't mess around.

The stick was still stabbed straight in front of her, and the madwoman poked the back of her hand playfully, not feeling at all that her life and death were on such a chain.

She Qing angrily snatched the wooden stick and held it in her hand lightly, like a hollow bamboo branch.

Without thinking about it, she pinned the stick into the mouth of the chain, trying to break it off and warn the madwoman not to make any more trouble.

Unbeknownst to him, with a click, the buckle broke, and the chain on the madwoman's hand was loosened, leaving only one foot hanging in the air, looking extremely funny.

She Qing looked at the remaining half of the chain in surprise, and didn't have time to think about it, so she opened the shackles on her feet.

Pulling the madwoman under the protection of Rhodiola Rosea intentionally or unintentionally, he came to the place that was originally the mouth of the cave.

The air here was also thin, and the unpleasant smell still gave people a headache, and she squatted beside the stone door, pulling the madwoman and not letting go, and holding the red mourning staff in the other hand.

The wheezing sound became more and more rapid, and the body leaned weakly on the crazy woman's shoulder.

Perhaps the madman's five senses were too dull, and although the woman was covered in many burns, she looked much better than Sheqing, who was almost out of breath.

He was also able to use his fingertips smeared with blood-colored Kodan to run across Sheqing's cheeks, even though the skin on his hands was already charred and oozing a translucent solution.

At first glance, it is the result of severe burns.

She Qing instinctively wanted to avoid her dirty wounds, but she was powerless to resist, and her consciousness gradually sank.

The blood-red fingertips slowly touched the slender neck like a gooseneck, and slowly tightened.

Rhodiola always kept an eye on the movements here, seeing the woman's gradually slipping body, and the dangerous people around her, impatiently speeding up her actions, trying to get rid of the entanglement between the peddler and those people in white.

There was only a difficult old man left, and he made a false move and rushed to the entrance of the cave.

She Qing's face was already blue and white, her mouth was slightly open, and her face was serene, as if she was about to fall asleep.