Two people came over and walked through her body, talking as if they were trying to lift the person up, but at that moment, there was a sudden movement in the pit that had been filled with earth.

The voices around him became quiet, and the people became whispering, and the two people who were trying to help people stopped and looked into the pit.

Zhu Fanran turned his head with them.

Before the loess pit could be filled, the soft soil moved slightly, as if a person was pushing the door from the inside, and behind him was the sound of people gasping.

Zhu Fan turned around and saw the frightened expressions on their faces one by one, and saw the wide eyes of the old man of her family, which were not as fearful as others.

Agitated? Or anticipation?

Zhu Fan couldn't say what that feeling was, but he felt that the old man who was thin as a bamboo pole didn't seem to be so hateful.

"Ahh The crowd suddenly screamed, and everyone had a frightened expression on their faces, and they retreated one by one, especially Cao Chunhua and Zhu Hua, as if they had seen evil ghosts.

Zhu Fan frowned, and turned her head to look at them in confusion, and even her eyes widened at this look.

The same face, the same clothes, the same as the one he was wearing now, the wide black dress, like a bloody flower blooming on it, the snow-white face was almost transparent, and the bright red blood seeped out of the eyes.

She stood on the edge of the loess pit, the cold wind blowing her sleeves and hair, like a terrible ghost crawling out of the abyss.

"Complicated ......"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and suddenly the crows above their heads screamed, and the person who was still motionless suddenly looked down at the motionless man lying on the ground, and his pale hand suddenly stretched out from the black sleeve.

"No!"

Zhu Fan's pupils constricted, and she wanted to run over to stop her movements, but she didn't catch up, so she watched as the neck of her brain broke in the hands of the person who looked exactly like her.

The man with a broken neck bone had his head hanging low, but his face was still gentle, as if it had been every day.

Zhu Fan was numb all over, and sat down on the ground, just watching the man who looked like her throwing the man to the ground like a rag.

The cold wind howled, the corpses were all over the field and the blood flowed all over the mountain, the screams of men and women were endless, and one by one the broken hands and feet flew up and fell in the air, Cao Chunhua's head rolled to her side, and her unwilling eyes stared at her.

"Fan'er ......" Zhu Zhi fell at his daughter's feet, his thin body trembled, but not because he was afraid, "Dad is useless, so I have to use my life to renew your life, even if it can let you live one more day and let Dad die in front of you, it's good......"

The daughter didn't move, as if she was listening to him.

Zhu Zhu seemed to be rare to see her so well-behaved by his side listening to him, and there were a lot of words.

"Two years...... Thanks to that kid who hid you for two years, Daddy was able to find a way to bring you back from the dead......"

In the cold wind, he suddenly peeled off his clothes, revealing his empty left chest.

Yes, it's empty, and it runs through a hole, the size of a fist, just enough to take out a human heart.

"The man said that if you give him your heart, you will not die...... Oh, I thought he was lying to me, but I didn't expect it to be true, Fan'er...... can walk in front of you, as long as I can walk in front of you......"

"No...... Don't, don't...... No! ”

Zhu Fan leaned over there, but he only had time to see the last smile on her old man's face.

He let "she" take off his head and roll to the ground, serene and gentle.

"No......" Zhu Fan held his heart tightly, and the voice couldn't come out of his throat.

What did she do...... Who the hell is that? Is it her? Why...... Why is it like this? That's her...... That's her father...... And her third uncle......

"Fan'er is not afraid, the third uncle is here, and he has been here with you."

"Third Uncle Xu won't live long, Fan'er doesn't have to wait for me, get out of here."

"Why didn't Fan'er marry me in the first place? But you hate me being so old than you? ”

No...... No, why......

The old lady is gone, and the lotus fragrance is gone, is it now...... Now even the third uncle and the old man are going to leave her?

What does it mean to use his life to renew her life? Is that "Zhu Fan" the result of your continued life, old man?

Is that her? No...... No...... She wouldn't be like that......

How could she......

The third uncle treats her so well, the third uncle likes her so much, for her, she also likes him, how could she bear to kill him?

Geezer...... Geezer......

Zhu Fan crawled towards the person who had only her body left, and with each step, her heart hurt even more, as if it was on her heart, and the pain made her breathless.

Originally...... It turned out that the old man didn't ignore her, he didn't save her, he was just outnumbered.

Everyone burned, asking for the foot of the mountain from the top of the mountain, Zhu Fan watched weakly as "she" waved the people who had lost their breath down the mountain, and did not let go of any of them, just like she usually threw small stones from the top of the mountain.

She climbed to the edge of the stone steps, just as the person suddenly turned around, looked at each other, Zhu Fan looked at "her" and suddenly spoke: "Eighteen layers of hell, bury with you." ”

After speaking, "she" suddenly disappeared in front of him, and before Zhu Fan could say anything, the person was gone.

At this moment, her eyes seemed to be able to see far, far away, to see the body of the old man of her family lying underneath, who was unintentionally or intentionally spliced together, and to see the man in red and white clothes who had been stained with blood at the bottom of the mountain lying silently.

Yes, she swore to let these people be buried together, but it doesn't mean that he is one of them!

Why...... Why...... Why–

"Why?!"

In the blood soul pool, Zhu Fan hugged her head and cried, and a drop of blood and tears fell down her face into the pool, and was caught and swallowed by a mouth.

Charm Night felt trembling uncontrollably, watching the image play out in front of her eyes over and over again, knowing that even if she closed her eyes, the scenes that had happened would continue to appear in her mind.

Mei Ye felt a little out of breath, she looked at Dao, and said bitterly, "She is already in pain, why do you want to do this to her?" Those people deserve to die, why ...... even that"

"That's her hand, isn't it?" Dao Leng turned his head to look over, and his calm face was not affected in any way.

Charm Night took two steps back, her shoulders slumped, "yes...... It's herself, she's ...... herself."

Having loved someone's life with her own hands, no one knows this feeling better than her.

Three hundred years ago, when the man sold her to the Qinglou, when he appeared in front of her with other women in his arms, when he drugged and started to rip out the flesh of her heart, she actually had the strength from nowhere, and her heart was obviously penetrated, but she could still grab the fruit knife on the side and kill him.

At that time, she was obviously still in love with him, and she was obviously in love with him......

More than 180 people in Zhujia Village all died, except for Mrs. Zhou, who died on the sickbed a year ago, and Hexiang, who was tortured to death by Wang Dazhuang.

In this way, I don't know how long the time has passed, so long that Zhu Fan has cried so much that she can't make any sound, and her eyes have begun to become the same as that "her", but the scene in the picture has suddenly changed again.

The entire Blood Soul Pool became the top of the temple, and Zhu Fan was tied to a sturdy cross stake, and she was slapped by Zhou Gang, and she was thrown into the loess pit with the cross stake.

The people were shoveling dirt on the side, their expressions were indifferent, and a spade of dirt was filled in, blurring her vision, and rough sand and stones smashed into her face and into her throat.

Suffocating, unbearable suffocation, she looked up through the crevices of the fine sand, the familiar voice with despair and remorse, and she saw the face crying bitterly.

She really wanted to tell him, third uncle, I'm in so much pain, I can't breathe anymore, you can help me......

She really wanted to wipe his tears, third uncle, don't cry, you are not in good health, you can't move......

She wanted to...... I want to ......

But she couldn't.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she came out of the pit again, still the stakes, still the people, still the piles of loess, or the desperate shouts.

Over and over again, in just a quarter of an hour, Zhu Fan, who had already been moved to the Blood Soul Cliff, had already experienced three such deaths.

She would look at the carnage on the other side, and she would experience the death of the past over and over again, for a year, for two years, for years......

Mei Ye couldn't stand it anymore, she covered her mouth and turned around and left the thirty-third floor without saying a word, and her chest cavity that had been empty for many years actually hurt again.

She sniffed and was about to turn, but suddenly felt a pressure on the top of her head, and before she could react, someone fell and dragged her behind the volcano.

Mei Ye thought that someone wanted to do something to her again, and was about to make a move, but the man removed half of the mask from his face, "It's me." ”

Mei Ye raised his hand and paused, and said in surprise: "Lord Judge? ”

"Shh," the person who came was Shuqing, and he deliberately lured away the ghost servants here, in order to come out on this ghostly night.

Fortunately, the time is not too long, and Hu Zhiyi and others are still on their way here.

"My lord, what are you ......" Mei Ye looked Shuqing up and down, this was the first time she had seen him wearing a mask.

Shuqing looked around and said in a low voice, "Do you want to save the blood concubine?" ”

"Huh?" Meiye was stunned and didn't react.

Shuqing pursed her lips and made a long story short: "I was also a close friend of Huzhi when I was alive, and I can't say it clearly for a while, so you tell me, do you want to save Zhu Fan?" ”

Charm Night was one of the most humane ghosts, at least in his opinion, and he had seen it when he was in the Enma Temple, and this person had compassion for the little girl.

Mei Ye is a person who does not procrastinate, and after listening to Shuqing's words, he only squinted his eyes and said, "How to save it?" She has become a demon, and she has died completely, can she still come back to life? ”