Tang Jiaren woke up with a splitting headache.

I was about to open my eyes, but I continued to pretend to be unconscious.

I secretly said in my heart: Was I burned to death, or was I thrown to death? Am I as unrecognizable as a big roast suckling pig, or am I so broken into a puddle of meatloaf that I can't even put my brain away? Ay...... Unexpectedly, death is so confusing.

Sure enough, life is made up of 110,000 "why".

She listened to the movement around her, but heard only silence and emptiness. Occasionally, there is a slight sound of the wind blowing.

She thinks she doesn't know much about everything in the underworld, but now she really knows that ghosts also have pain!

Oops, what's wrong with her head, why does it hurt so much?

Tang Jiaren, with curiosity about the ghost compatriots in the underworld, opened one eye and opened a gap.

Scare!

What kind of face is this? Like a stone face?! Have the people of the underworld been petrified into this picture?

Tang Jiaren was lying on her side, staring at her legs, and quickly retreated, finding that the thing that appeared in front of her was indeed a stone face. It's just a stone that looks like a human face.

She retreated, rubbing her cheeks, and it hurt again.

She grinned and sat up, looked around, and found herself in a hole. To her left, there is a somewhat rough passageway, which can only accommodate one person to crawl through. I don't know how long this road is; Where it leads, I don't know; I don't know if there will be no road all of a sudden.

To her right is the entrance to the corridor. The probe looked out, and I was dizzy. After settling down, I realized that I might still be in the world.

After all, there's still some sunlight outside that shines down in the fog. And she is actually located on the cliff of the Black Cliff! Hey, why is that? Why are you here? However, when she thought that she was still alive, Tang Jiaren's little heart immediately jumped up happily.

Is it alive? Must be alive!

Tang Jiaren stretched out her hand out of the corridor, feeling the slightest coolness, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise, and her mood became extremely beautiful.

As long as you live, it's fine.

Tang Jiaren began to study how to climb down from this bare place, or climb up. Nowadays, I really can't go to the village and can't go to the store, and if I want to get out of here, unless I become a birdman, I can fly.

About five meters away, there was a rope, but unfortunately...... I can't reach it. Her martial arts have always been so-so, and she has not yet practiced to the height of flying eaves and walls. If you forcibly climb out, the possibility of falling to death is quite high.

Tang Jiaren looked back at the bottomless black corridor, and resolutely decided to crawl over to take a look. Big deal, climb back again.

Fortunately, she is petite now, otherwise it would be a little difficult to turn around in this corridor.

The beautiful woman tore off her coat and cut it in two, wrapping it around her hands, and then ripped off the remaining half of her petticoat, which was also split in two and wrapped around her knees. After twisting the skirt into a twist, tie it around the waist, and then crawl inside.

Although the air is circulated, it is really depressing.

Tang Jiaren crawled and crawled, feeling more and more dizzy. It's just that there is no turning back from the start of work, and you can only climb down. Yes, climb down. Yongdao is downward.

In the fear of the unknown, Tang Jiaren thinks of something to distract herself. As a result, my mind turned and I thought of coming to China.

Tang Jiaren really didn't hate someone that much, but Hua Fanmo was destined to become that person.

How could he be so bad?! How could he pretend to be Hugh?! The fake Tang Buxiu who assassinated Wu Gui, is it also Hua Fan's pretend?!

This man is really like a snake and scorpion.

When I first interacted with him, I always felt that he had a special taste of sadness and unyielding mixed with each other, so I always wanted to get closer to him and warm him a little.

Now it seems that his little "self-righteous" plot was really fed to the white-eyed wolf!

If it weren't for Hua Fanmo pretending to be Xiu, how could she ...... How could you stab Autumn Moon White?!

Qiu Yuebai must have hated her to death.

I hope that Qiu Yuebai is fine, and it is good to raise it, otherwise...... She had no face to see him all her life.

Regardless of whether what Qiu Jiangyun said was true or false, she still firmly believed that Qiu Yuebai was sincere to her. Although, when she first heard Qiu Jiangyun tell the truth, she really hated Qiu Yuebai. Hate him for using her feelings against Hugh. That night, the knife in the back made the right and wrong between him and her clear. Presumably, there will be no more intersections in this life.

When I think about it like this, my heart is really bitter.

Human feelings are really complicated.

She wanted to grow old with Hugh, but for various reasons, she had to separate each other. She wanted to marry Qiu Yuebai, but she was beaten by reality and fled everywhere and couldn't see her again.

A tear slipped down the corner of the beauty's eye and fell to the ground, like a small flower.

She sniffed and told herself that if she made it out alive this time, she wouldn't want anything else. Be at ease with what happens, be casual and natural, let what should happen happen, and let what shouldn't happen get by. can go on.

As long as she doesn't want to take a break, as long as she doesn't worry about Qiu Yuebai, as long as she has no heart and lungs, where is she not happy?

Let, as long as she thought about it, she was going to ask Qiu Yuebai the truth, but it turned out to be ...... gave him a knife in the back, and the beauty hated him. A few words of Hua Fan made her heart hurt!

As soon as he reached out and touched his neck, he was about to tear off the bone whistle, but he found that he ...... The bone whistle is gone.

Did you fall off a cliff? If it falls, it will be gone, so you should leave a whole corpse for Hua Fanmo!

Tang Jiaren rubbed her chest and continued to crawl.

Thinking of Hua Fanmo, she began to think again, how did she get here? She only remembered that when she found out that the person she was martyred was Hua Fanmo, it was really burning.

How big does she have to be to accompany Hua Fanmo to death?

And seeing Hua Fanmo smiling like that, it is obvious that she agrees with her spirit of being a funeral companion.

Her blood surged up, and her remorse was overflowing, but she knew that she had no power to return to heaven, so she simply closed her eyes and waited for death.

As a result, there was a pain in the chest, and the whole person lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was here.

In fact, this is the case.

The Black Cliff seems to be a big fire, but it only burns in a grease-drenched area. There are some places on the broken wall where there is no grass, and in other places there are old roots of dried trees.

After the old tree roots burned, it fell under the black cliff, revealing a seemingly natural crack, but in fact, it connected to the road that could be crawled through by one person.

In the process of falling, Hua Fanmo saw the bone whistle hanging on Tang Jiaren's neck. He didn't know that the bone was his own, but instinctively thought that the night he threw down the severed finger, it seemed to have hit a woman, and the woman had let out an exclamation. Then there is the barking of dogs. After more than a day, Tang Jia searched for dogs all over the world, causing many martial arts people to look for dogs together. Everyone mistakenly thought that the dog had swallowed something important. In the end, this matter ended without a problem.

Thinking about it now, although it was just a flash of thought, it made Hua Fanmo vaguely understand something. Disbelievable, yet excited.

The beautiful woman closed her eyes tightly, presumably not wanting to look at him.

But he was happy and wanted to take a good look at her.

In this life, you may only be able to miss each other; In the next life, he will promise her a thousand favors and love the white head.

Hua Fanmo tried her best to push Tang Jiaren's chest, pushing her to the crack in the broken wall, giving her a glimmer of life. At the same time, he clutched the bone whistle that had been ripped from her neck and gave himself a full skeleton. I hope that in the next life, he will not be crippled, but he can protect her for a hundred years. In this life, she can forget him cleanly. In this way, he can rest assured that he will be reincarnated.

The fire engulfed Hua Fanmo, and the beautiful woman was pushed to the crack, bumped her head, and fell asleep until half an hour ago.

After the beauty calmed down, she finally figured out that the person who sent her to the crack must be Hua Fanmo. That slap was also made by him.

If she really wanted to be more serious, it seemed that she should thank him for saving her life after her stupid martyrdom. But she couldn't. When she thought of Hua Fanmo's smile, and thought of the stab she had stabbed in Qiu Yuebai's back, she couldn't be grateful to Hua Fanmo. Perhaps, in all the things that are incomprehensible, in all the intricate emotions, she is just the one who is wrong.

Tang Jiaren was depressed, crawling sullenly, I don't know how long I ran, but I found that there was no way to climb!

She reached out and pushed the stone slab in front of her, but she didn't retreat.

Darkness is accompanied by death, and it is heartbreaking.

Tang Jiaren took a deep breath and touched around, but she touched a fist-sized stone.

In this tunnel, which is obviously made by hand, such a stone is a little abrupt.

Tang Jiaren pushed the stone hard, only to hear the slight sound of the stone rubbing, and the stone slab in front of him was actually moved!

Tang Jia's heart was overjoyed, and she cautiously poked her head out and looked out.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

Tang Jiaren touched the Yongdao with his hand, picked up a small pebble, and threw it down.

The stone quickly hit the ground with a soft sound, and there was nothing unusual. Obviously, the cave is only two people above the ground.

Tang Jiaren jumped out of the corridor, landed where she threw the stone, and squatted quietly for a moment before standing up slowly. In the dark, she tentatively moved forward in the dark. At this time, she really wished she had a pair of eyes like Duanmuyan. It's a pity that she can't kick herself and give herself a pair of eyes that can see at night. The beauty said secretly: Duanmuyan should thank me.

It was a room where tools were stacked, and there were hoes and pickaxes stacked on the wall, and the beautiful woman stepped on them and almost knocked herself unconscious.

She fumbled for a short pickaxe that she had in her hand, and used it as a weapon in her hand, then she bypassed the objects and touched the door, and with a slight push it made a slight creak. Tang Jiaren held her breath and saw that there was nothing wrong, so she continued to move forward in the dark.

In the whole corridor, there is a lifeless smell. Tang Jiaren felt like falling into the belly of a huge dead beast, and the more he walked, the more panicked he felt.