The three of them came to the tenth floor of the Soul Tower, where a beautiful woman was imprisoned. The woman sat quietly in the center of the cage, the footsteps of outsiders did not alarm her, and the illusory red silk around her body flickered, and the figures flickered. Her appearance was exactly the same as Ling Chuyi's, but her skin was pale and her face was bloodless. His dull eyebrows were like a light smoke that was about to dissipate, and his eyes were imprinted with sadness. Like a sick white rose, she stubbornly grows in the darkness, waiting for the light that does not know if it will come.

The falcon walked to the iron cage, slammed his fist on the railing, and shouted, "Ling Chuyi!"

Ling Chuyi frowned slightly, her eyes opened a slit, and said, "What's the matter?"

"The time has come. Kill the people, right tonight. ”

"So fast!" Ling Chuyi's eyes flickered, "He······ What's wrong?"

The Falcon said in a cold tone: "Where did you come from so many words! Kill him and you will be free, or else you will bury her." ”

Ling Chuyi was noncommittal, smiled contemptuously, closed her eyes again, and controlled the soul puppet on the other side of the city.

The Falcon stared at Ling Chuyi tightly, and whispered to the Praetorian Guard soldiers behind him, "You two go to the staircase and be careful. If anyone sneaks in, shoot and kill!"

"Yes. The two soldiers were ordered to leave and come to the cave between the ninety floors. One of the soldiers took a special look at Ling Chuyi in the cage when he left.

"Let's take a break tonight, Xi. Beneath the ghost mask, the falcon grinned, its gauntlets rubbing against each other, making a terrible "poo" sound.

On the other side of the city, Xi was lying on a rooftop, her legs hanging from the eaves, her left hand resting behind her head, her fingertips scratching haphazardly, leaving shallow notches on the tiles. He looked at the moonlight oozing from the clouds, sighed, and said softly, "The time has come." ”

Xi turned over and jumped down, like a ghost, through the uninhabited alley, to the Charm Mansion. When the two guards at the door saw Xi, they bowed down and said, "Greetings to the envoy." Xi waved his hand, the guard straightened up, pushed open the door, and Xi slowly walked into the Mei Mansion.

Along the way, the subordinates of the Meifu greeted each other respectfully. Which faces are familiar and which are unfamiliar, Xi can recognize them at a casual glance. The evil intentions hidden behind those eyes also can't escape Xi's one-eye, but he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

Xi pushed open the door, walked in, gently closed the door, and shrunk into a chair in the main hall. With his left hand on his forehead, he tapped the armrest without claws.

"Xi. A soft female voice came from behind.

Xi smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, ······" Holding his forehead, his left hand slid to his chin, lifted the ghost mask from below, and silently stuffed a blood-red pill in his palm into his mouth.

Ling Chuyi was dressed in a pale red Luo skirt, lifted the bead curtain, and came to Xi's side from the back hall, Qianqianyu stroked Xi's rough neck with her hand, and said, "Xi, do you have something on your mind?"

Xi raised her head stiffly, looked at Ling Chuyi, grabbed her hand without a claw, and chuckled, "Heh, how can you see that?"

Ling Chuyi pulled her hand out of the Devilless Claw and pulled up Xi's left hand: "I don't like the Devilless Claw, it makes me not feel the temperature of your palm." ”

"How can I protect you without it?"

"What about you? Do you like to be without claws?"

“······ Dislike. ”

Ling Chuyi looked at Xi's one-eyed: "The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the injured eyes are more real." When others think you are the devil, you always tell me that you have changed, but I understand that you will always be the son of the Wu family. ”

"Then let me take a look at your eyes, Yi'er······" Xi took Ling Chuyi's hand and pulled her in front of her, "I see, I've never seen you cry." ”

Ling Chuyi hung her head slightly: "With you by my side, how can I cry?"

"And what about when I'm away?"

"Huh?" Ling Chuyi raised her head in surprise.

"Will you shed tears for me when I am away?" Xi's one-eyed eyes stared at Ling Chuyi, full of affection, so that Ling Chuyi did not dare to look directly.

“······ Yes. Ling Chuyi's face was red, and her voice was almost inaudible.

Outside the door, the chime chime. The bell rings with a unique rhythm. Ling Chuyi was very anxious in her heart, and a strange feeling made her unable to do it for a long time. I don't know when survival is no longer all she has, and another thing quietly grows in her heart and grows rapidly.

"Yi'er, do you remember the dance you picked when we first met?" Xi seemed to have seen through Yi'er's thoughts, "Would you like to dance for me again?" ”

Hearing this, Yi'er chuckled, flicked the long hair behind her back, and said, "Then you have to keep an eye on me." ”

"If this dance is danced in its entirety, the living can only watch it once. Ling Chuyi said this sentence in her heart. The hair flew and covered the lonely eyes.

The dancing sleeves flew up, the Luo skirt was light, and Ling Chuyi danced in front of Xi. Pointe to the ground, one after another dexterously rotated, like a smart flying snake in a thousand valleys. The slender waist is swaying, and it is a little more charming than usual. As her body rotated, her long black hair spread out like an umbrella, but Ling Chuyi's head was always facing the direction of Xi.

The two looked at each other. Xi felt that her body gradually warmed up, and her ears began to echo with a soft singing, as if all the troubles and sorrows had passed, and everything was so comfortable, she just had to close her eyes and sleep quietly.

Xi is not very human, he knows very well the murderous motive behind this warmth. Because he had been prepared, he also had the strength to break through the illusion, but he didn't do it. Xi swallowed the blood-red pill that had been hidden under her tongue before, completely relaxed her physical and mental defenses, and surrendered herself to death.

After Xi learned of Ling Chuyi's identity, he deliberately paid attention to things related to the soul puppet technique and the soul puppet master. Once, he was ordered to kill an old magician. Sorcerers inherit ancient illusions, have the ability to create illusions, and can manipulate some simple golems. Xi secretly saved the old warlock's life on the condition that the old warlock tell Xi everything he knew about the soul puppet technique.

There is only one class of people in this world, other than warlocks, who have the ability to create illusions and manipulate golems. Unlike Warlocks, their abilities are innate, not illusionary, and they are the only ones who can manipulate complex golems. Warlocks rely on illusion and can create many different illusions, while they can only create one illusion, and that is their dreams. They have only one dream in their lives, a nightmare they fear the most, so others call them "nightmares".

Xi's eyes gradually blurred, and finally fell into darkness, and his consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep. But outside, Xi's eyes hadn't closed yet, staring closely at Ling Chuyi's dance steps, his eyes glazed. The pupils have turned gray and are slowly transitioning to white.

Ling Chuyi looked at Xi's appearance, tears soaked her eyes. There were two voices echoing in my head, one telling her to jump and the other telling her to stop. She felt like she was in the whirlpool of the River Styx, her soul being torn back and forth.

Stepping on the stumbling dance steps, Ling Chuyi danced the last beat with tears in her eyes, and fell to her knees with a "plop". Xi's pupils turned completely white, and when she closed her eyes, her head tilted, and she couldn't breathe.

"No, no. Ling Chuyi muttered to herself, tears flowed unconsciously, and she struggled to climb forward, wanting to hold Xi's hand. Suddenly, the world in front of Ling Chuyi's eyes began to blur, and the world swirled for a while, her mind was extremely confused, and she could no longer manipulate the soul puppet, her soul was forcibly pulled out, and her eyes returned to the dim cage.

The out-of-control golem fell to the ground, and the hall fell silent. A subordinate probed his head and walked in, called softly twice, and when he saw that there was no movement, he quietly came to Xi's face. He carefully took off the ghost mask, stretched out a finger in front of Xi's nostrils, made sure that the person was out of breath, and was still not at ease, so he pulled out a dagger and plunged it into Xi's heart, and a wisp of purple-red blood flowed from the knife.

Seeing that Xi was really dead, the servant came to the door and fired a signal flare into the air. The pale gray light smoke was almost invisible in the night sky, and after a few breaths, another barely visible light smoke rose from not far away, and one after another, spread into the distance.

Suddenly, the tips of the subordinate's ears moved slightly, and there was a sound of breaking wind behind him. When he turned around, a black metal fist with a sharp fist style came straight to the front door. The subordinate was frightened and stretched out his hand to take it, but was directly blown away by the huge force, and even his arm bones were shattered. Before he could get up, a ghostly figure came to him, his right hand in black armor grabbed his neck, and his ugly scar face was covered with purple-red blood spots.

"Ghost ······" The subordinate's face changed, his mouth was wide open, the feeling of suffocation flooded into his mind, and his vision gradually fell into darkness.