Barnacle trembled in fright, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, but she tugged a few times, but found that her hand was gone, and the red threads swam out of the net, wrapping her wrists tighter and tighter, and they even cut her skin, leaving a shocking circle of blood on her snow-white arms.

She struggled desperately at first, but the more she moved, the tighter the red silk became, crawling along her arms to her neck, and then along her neck to her face and body.

The barnacle was now like a red cocoon, curled up on the ground motionless, and through the gap in the red silk, she could faintly see a black shadow in the corner in front of her, tall and straight, verdant......

It was a towering tree, and although it was deep in the shadows, the outline of its branches could still be seen. However, the appearance of this great tree is peculiar, because each of its branches is upright, like a sharp iron rake, and like a withered and skinless human hand, upright, and shining.

Barnacle looked at this strange tree, and suddenly felt a little weak, and it was at this moment that she realized that something was wrong with this place: she was obviously in that snowy woods, and was bitten by Dong Zongyuan's neck, but why was she in this temple that she had never seen before after waking up?

Wake up......

These two words flashed through his mind, making Barnacles shudder loudly.

Wake up, how did she wake up? With such a serious injury, will she still be able to sleep? Or is she not asleep at all, but......

Thinking of this, the two rows of big black characters on the pillar in front of her flashed, and passed through her eyes one after another, and every word exploded in her head like a thunderbolt: Good comes here with a clear heart, and evil is more than my own cold.

"Evil is more than me, and I am afraid to chill myself......"

After Barnacle silently pronounced these words, a bone-chilling chill suddenly ran through her back, and at the same time, she saw the branches of the big tree swaying slightly, as if beckoning to herself.

"I don't want it, I don't want to go over, I can't go ......"

Barnacle was talking incoherently, and she could feel the red silk still tied to her body suddenly tighten, and lifted her whole body up, and slowly moved towards the big tree.

"I'm not going, let me go, I'm not going."

She went crazy and writhed desperately, trying to break free from the red silk. But she forgot that the more she struggled, the tighter the thread would become, and she was now covered in heat, with countless blood marks strangled by the red silk, and even her neck was covered with dense wounds, and the flesh was turned out, and the blood was dripping, and it was almost enough to cut her throat.

Barnacle didn't dare to move, and at this moment, she finally accepted her fate.

She curled up in a small ball, watching as Red Silk led herself to the top of the tree, aiming at a large branch below.

But is it really a tree branch? It was clearly three sharp knives, straight and straight upwards, and the blades were full of red and black blood.

Barnacle's empty laughter suddenly sounded in the hall, and after the laughter, her voice became fierce, "Evil is more than my family's courage, this palace monarch, Barnacle knows that he is guilty, so there is nothing to justify being punished by this iron tree today." It's just that the Wang husband and wife, the Dong Pozi who accepted me as a righteous daughter, they are the root of the tragedy in my life, dare to ask, such a wicked person, has there ever been retribution? If not, then Barnacle will not accept it, even if he has undergone all these tortures, he will not be convinced by you. ”

As soon as the words fell, she felt that the silk thread that had tightened herself suddenly loosened a little, and in an instant, countless red flowers fell from the sky, and the petals were slender and silky, opening from the center of the flower, like a beautiful little umbrella.

"The Wang couple abused others and did countless evils, and after death, they were beaten into a steamer, and after cooking, the cold wind blew them to reshape their lives. Dong women bought and sold women and children, and they were already pecked by chickens, and their bodies were cut in half, and so on and so forth, until they sincerely repented, and then they could re-enter reincarnation. Barnacles, can I convince you to deal with them like this? ”

A voice floated up from below, and through the gap in the red silk, Barnacle saw a man standing next to the iron tree, he was more than ten feet tall, wearing an official hat and an official robe, like a county magistrate.

Barnacle bit her lip and said like a mosquito, "If it is really as the palace king said, barnacles will be willing to be punished, and there will be no complaints." ”

"Okay."

The people below gently raised their palms, suddenly raised their heads, looked at the barnacles that were tied with red silk, and said in a loud voice, "Whoever separates flesh and blood while alive will go to the iron tree hell after death, and all the sharp blades on the tree will be lifted from under the skin of the back and hung on the iron tree for a total of three thousand seven hundred and eighty-five years. ”

Barnacle saw a fluorescent skeletal face underneath the official hat, but before she could scream, the red thread that had been hanging her suddenly broke off.

She fell silently, merging with the blood-stained iron tree.

***

The snowdrifts overhead exploded like a blooming firework, gathering in the sky, spreading out again, and then falling in one fell swoop.

Cheng Muyou looked up at the snowflakes flying above, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.

But soon, the unbearable cold hit again, and his upper and lower teeth collided uncontrollably, and even his whole body trembled, as if he had an epilepsy, and he couldn't control it.

He reluctantly brought his hands to his mouth and sighed softly, but his body was frozen, and the gas he blew out could not gather into white smoke, nor could it bring any warmth.

However, if you can feel the cold, at least prove that you are still alive, right?

At the thought of this, a snickering of joy rose in his heart, but then the joy was replaced by another feeling: wasn't he buried in the snow by barnacles? The woman, like crazy, swept all the snow around her into the grave, leaving him no chance of survival.

But why did the snow above his head and around him explode, and there was nothing left, and now around him, there was only a black pit and a pile of broken steles, and the heavy snow did not leave a trace here.

Cheng Muyou craned his neck in confusion, and his eyes circled around the edge of the grave, trying to find out why he was rescued.

When he turned his head behind him, his neck suddenly became very stiff, like a dead branch, as if the slightest movement would break in the middle.

There was a man standing behind him, dressed in an official robe and a black veil on his head, who was quietly watching himself, as if he had been watching for a long time.