The border of Xizhou State.

The wind and sand raised the dead grass, eroding the broken wells of hundreds of years ago.

A man dressed in simple music carried a dying woman on his back and walked in the desert. The sun was setting in the west, and the man was tirelessly hurrying, and the breath of the woman behind him was getting weaker and weaker, as if it would be cut off in the next moment.

"Xiao Cui, you hold on a little longer, we'll be here soon!" The man lifted his swarthy face and slid as gently as he could. Sweat slid down his chin and hit the sand, making shallow puddles.

The woman had lost consciousness, her hands instinctively wrapped around the man's neck, and her thin and sleek-yellow complexion showed that she was extremely sick.

"Hold on, you'll get better when you get to Yi Niangniang Temple!" The man said it repeatedly, as if it was for a woman, and it was also like a reason for his overdrawn physical strength.

With his wife on his back, he wants to find Yi Niangniang Temple.

By faith, even if his eyes are blurred, even if he steps into knee-high sand with every step - he drags a woman's hand and never releases it, and the woman's breath has never been broken.

The lone star crept into the night.

On the edge of the vast desert, a small black dot slowly moved, gradually stepping into the ruins.

Suddenly, the lights were bright, the lonely ruins were illuminated, and an old temple appeared in front of them.

The man was agitated, but he stumbled to the ground due to the protruding rock, but before touching the ground, he tried his best to turn around to protect the unconscious woman.

He slowed down for a while, looked up at the strange temple, and saw a woman in red standing at the door of the temple. The lights illuminated the plaque on her upper right, which reads 'Yi Niang Niang Temple'. The man breathed a sigh of relief, gasping violently, wanting to speak but not having the strength at all.

The woman in red stood in front of the door, her face hidden in the shadows, but the man knew that she was watching the two of them.

According to legend, Yi Niangniang is the appearance of a girl and likes red clothes. The temple is on the border of Xizhou, and those who are destined can see it. I think this is Yi Niangniang.

After resting and gaining strength, the man held the woman with one hand, knelt down and kowtowed to the ground with the other, and shouted in his mouth: "Wang Fu, a wild farmer below, has a serious illness and asks Yi Niangniang to help——" After finishing speaking, he kowtowed one after another, his head hit the stone, banging, and after a while, his face was covered with blood.

Yi Yun looked at the man who kept kowtowing under the stone steps, his eyes fell on the blood-stained stone, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by disgust.

"Enter." Leaving these words, Yi Yun flicked his sleeves and turned around and approached the hall.

The man who claimed to be Wang Fu was ecstatic in his heart, and his head still had a dull pain after helping his wife to stand up, but he could be promised to enter the hall by Yi Niangniang, and this pain was nothing at all. Wang Fu looked at his unconscious wife, and said silently in his heart: Xiaocui, you will be saved soon.

Stumbling up the steps step by step, Wang Fu walked into the Yi Niangniang Temple with awe, ready to sacrifice his life.

On the high platform in the center of the temple, there is a lotus seat, and a veiled woman sits in the center, looking down at the person kneeling on the futon through the light veil, and an indifferent voice resounded in the hall: "Say, what do you want, what do you want to give." ”

Wang Fu hugged his wife, feeling her weaker and weaker snort, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and gave his highest expectation: "Wang Fu is willing to live forty years in the future, in exchange for the healthy body of his wife Zhang Lingcui......

"You have eighty years of life, and it is too much to exchange forty years for a healthy wife and body...... Less—" The cold voice was a little more playful, and seemed extremely dissatisfied with the result.

The look in Wang Fu's eyes dimmed, and he hugged his wife's weak body, a little at a loss.

"Yi, Yi Niangniang...... Please......"

"If you trade your entire life for an extra year for your wife - maybe I'll consider ......" Under the veil, Yi Yun's eyes gradually invaded by blood. She looked at Wang Fu's face with amusement, and when fear or reluctance appeared on his face, she immediately pumped his soul.

The only thing that was quiet in the temple was the faint sound of the candle flame burning, and Wang Fu looked down at his wife with deep sunken eyes, and clenched his hands, as if he was reluctant. In the end, he closed his eyes, there was a hint of relief on his face, and said slowly: "I am willing to exchange my entire life life for one more year for my wife......

The man's voice had begun to choke by the end, but there was only reluctance in his tone, not the slightest unwillingness.

Yi Yun smiled suddenly, the blood in his eyes was suppressed, revealing a touch of sadness. She waved her hand, and a wisp of white smoke drilled into Zhang Lingcui's body, the original faint breath recovered a little, the woman's eyes moved, and the next moment, she had already opened her eyes.

"Little Cui! Hello! Wang Fu looked at his wife in surprise, his hands trembled, and tears stayed first. Unwilling to see such a picture again, Yi Yun stroked his sleeves in frustration, and there was no one in the place where the couple was, and in a green area, two people embracing each other appeared.

Although Wang Fu was surprised by the change of scenes, and he didn't know why he didn't die immediately, he was already satisfied if he could stay with his wife for a while.

"Yi Yun, you are soft-hearted again." Yi Yun said coldly, not knowing who to tell it to.

In the temple, Yi Yun carried a red light, and after pressing the mechanism, a dark passage was revealed on one side of the high platform that only allowed one person to pass through.

The lights flickered, reflecting the fish playing lotus leaves on the lanterns, just like in previous years.

She walked down the stairs, and the twenty-three steps she walked symbolized the twenty-three months she had been tortured. In the dark space, only Yi Yun's light footsteps echoed, and after she walked down the last step, in front of her was a pool, and on the stone wall above the pool, every short distance, there was a moonlight bead emitting a soft light.

There were two people tied to each side of the pool, and perhaps they could not be called 'people', but they were just skeletons that had been eaten away except for the heads that had emerged from the water. But the eyes that can still turn on those two complete heads indicate that the person is alive.

A man and a woman, both of whom have excellent appearances, are all staring at Yi Yun by the pool at this time, although they can't make a little sound, but their eyes are eager to break her body into pieces.

As before, Yi Yun just stood by the pool in a quiet daze, then turned to leave, letting the strange fish in the pond eat their flesh little by little, and then grow back again.

The medicine of all life has now become a strange poison in her hands.

Slowly walking out of the secret door, Yi Yun looked at the fish play lotus leaf lamp in his hand, and in the next second, the lamp turned into powder.

"Hahaha-"

She held on to the restored platform and laughed loudly, but she laughed and laughed, but there were two lines of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Yi Yun stretched out his hand to touch the tears and asked softly, "Yi Yun, why are you crying?" ”

Her eyes were struggling, and eventually they were overrun by blood-red.

"Why are you crying!" She questioned loudly, and the only one who might answer was Yi Yun back then.