Through the glass, the night wind blew the curtain, filled with Bai Heng's suppressed and ashamed hiss, and the room was unbearable.

Ping Yan lowered her head, her heart was like fire, she couldn't bear to take care of it, and Shen Dashao on the side was also shocked by the scene in the room, her facial features were stiff, and she couldn't say half a word.

She discarded distracting thoughts, pinched her fingers between her throats, and let out a vivid and loud birdsong.

Sure enough, Bai Heng turned his head slightly, and the red tide of blood on his face seemed to be framed in the window screen, hazy.

Ping Yan made a few gestures at him, Bai Heng understood, and slowly pulled out his body on top of Huo Sanye's head, only wearing a white shirt like a gauze, and ran out like a hook.

Huo Sanye was very animalistic, how could he let him go easily, so he chased him naked, chased after him with messy hair, and shouted with a lewd smile, "Don't run, don't run, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can catch you back, hahaha." ”

On the sofa behind the six-fold screen, he pressed Bai Heng to the ground and put his hands up and down.

Taking advantage of this free time, Ping Yan exchanged a look with Shen Dashao, and stepped into the bedroom unconsciously.

Shen Dashao walked straight to the row of Bogu shelves against the wall, groped for a few antique paintings and calligraphy, and when the pot-bellied blue and white porcelain turned, he only heard a sound of fine mechanical friction, and the wall where the sound came gradually cracked and pushed open a narrow aisle.

Shen Dashao stepped in, and Ping Yan followed.

There was a staircase that stretched to the ground, and he didn't know where it led, so he pushed it with both hands, and pulled the wall made of special materials back to its original shape.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he polished a fire fold he carried with him, and took advantage of this moment of light to urge Ping Yan to go down the stairs together.

The bottom of the staircase suddenly widened, and a few oil lamps hung faintly on the wall, reflecting the general outline.

The surroundings were empty, Ping Yan looked around and didn't see half a figure, and she cried a little impetuously, "There is no road ahead, Shen Yuchen is not here at all." ”

The last glimmer of hope was shattered without warning.

She was a little overwhelmed, almost unable to stand still, and kept muttering, "Not here, not here, not here." ”

Shen Dashao stroked her shoulders, her eyes were silent, like two pearls held up by the black waves, bright and resolute, "You cheer up, the news will not be wrong." ”

As he was talking, there were a few knocks from underground, resounding in the closed space like a tomb, and it was very strange to break free from the restraints.

Ping Yan pricked up her ears and met Shen Dashao's eyes, secretly communicating her mind.

The air froze, and after a while, the voice sounded again.

Knock knock knock......

Shen Dashao reacted, half-squatted down, bent his fingers and tapped the ground, and all of a sudden, it turned out to be an empty sound.

Ping Yan also reacted, staring at him nervously, "It's empty down there." ”

He nodded, straightened up, and walked along the wall, his eyes wandering, as if looking for something to turn on.

Ping Yan suddenly thought of something, ran over quickly, took off an oil lamp, and finally saw a chain behind the third and fourth diagonal oil lamps.

Shen Dashao and her respectively hooked a ring of iron chains on the opposite side, and pulled hard, and after the sound of mechanical stiff friction, something rose from the ground in the center of the ground, hanging in the air, and was tied by an east-west iron chain as thick as an arm.

It was a black coffin.

The moon in front of you is the moon of eternity, and the sweetheart is not the person in front of you.

Since Shen Dashao invited Dong Changlin to speak a few words in the evening, he has been kneeling in the snow for nearly a night.

The severe cold invaded his body, he was frozen unconscious, his face was blue, and even the air he inhaled was like wisps of ice, which entangled his lungs and caused pain, and his chest coagulated.

He looked up, and a crescent moon in the sky was heading east, and it seemed that it was about to fall into the ditch.

His eyes moistened, and he had a hard time saying a word, "Can she still see the moon in the sky now?" ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the snow, like a red plum petal that was opened by the cold winter wax moon. His body was crooked, and the inkstone hurriedly caught him, crying: "Young master, young master, come on, come on, come on, young master fainted." ”

The door broke open, Dong Guosheng dressed neatly in military uniform, walked over quickly, gritted his teeth, or stopped ruthlessly, and withdrew the hand that was about to be stretched out.

Dong Changlin opened his eyes, and if his gaze was about to leave, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow it away. However, he still looked at Dong Guosheng stubbornly, pierced it like a snow nail, and exchanged his life for his father's compromise.

"Father, please save her, she is my wife."

"If she dies, I will go with her." He had only had these two sentences from beginning to end.

Dong Guosheng gritted his teeth, angry, but he couldn't hide the black green and tired under his eyes, "You want to force your father to such a field for her?" ”

"My son is not filial, but in this life, she will not live." He was-for-tat, and his eyes were clear.

Dong Changlin sighed and turned away, his voice was as loud as a bell, but he sighed a little sadly, and finally didn't carry his flesh and blood affection, "Okay!" I promise you that the day after tomorrow at the latest, I will bring her back alive, and you will not trample your body again! ”

Dong Changlin broke free of the arms of the inkstone, his body was weak, and he collapsed to the ground contentedly, his head resting on the snow, his eyes lying on the stars, and he laughed slowly and happily.

He didn't care about the blood line that kept bubbling on his lips, he just smiled unbridled and relaxed, and his eyes blinked like starlight falling into the lake, little by little, illuminating her appearance.

"I won't leave you behind, I won't let you die, sister, don't be afraid......"

The natal chart is capricious, love is rarely just right, and at this time, the sister he took his life to favor is risking her life for another man.

Ping Yan couldn't wait to say, "That voice came from the coffin?" Could it be Shen Yuji? ”

Ping Yan said and went to do something, Shen Dashao stopped her, his eyes were alert, "Don't touch it, how did you know that the organ was there?" ”

This stems from Shen Yuji, who once gossiped that when Yu Yi was lynched, she was also in such a closed dark room, and there were iron chains that tied all parts of her body. As far as he knows, the Qingyun Gang has set up punishments privately, and there are many hidden prisons built underground, which are hidden and distributed in the form of radiating spider webs, and are interconnected with iron chains.

She told Shen Dashao about this. He also took this factor into account, and pondered, "As you said, if this is the center of the dark prison, if you move something that should not be moved, it will be dangerous. ”

"What about Shen Yuchen? We can wait, he can't! She was very complaining.

"What if there's nothing in that coffin?"

"Impossible!" She denied it, her eyes were tenacious, and she was unwilling to maintain her last glimmer of hope, "It must be him!" ”

It was as if an unspeakable force drove her, making her unconsciously believe that they were close to each other.

A slight slap was like a candle that detonated the air, and the two of them looked up in unison, only to see a hand slowly stretched out from a gap in the coffin lid that had not been sealed, the bone joints were slender and clear, white as paper, and the hand knocked on the side plate a few times with insufficient strength, and a red rope wrapped around the finger was broken off.

Ping Yan felt unusually familiar and picked it up in her hand. The tear-like jade pendant, like a misty cold smoke condensed into a real thing, lay brightly under her eyes.

Her eyes were suddenly hot, surprise was mixed, grief flowed, like a dying person encountering life, she looked at Shen Dashao with tears in her eyes, holding the jade pendant and trembling in her tone, "He is Shen Yuchen, he is Shen Yuchen, it is really him." ”

Seeing her crying and laughing, Shen Dashao's heart softened unexpectedly, but there was sour bitterness in the softness, and even that smile was a bit far-fetched.

"But how are we going to get him out?" She frowned deeply, and she was worried.

Shen Dashao said: "Under the traction and support of the iron chain, this coffin can rise and fall, as long as we can control the force to activate these mechanisms, we can arbitrarily control the length of the iron chain, and the coffin can fall to the ground." ”

Ping Yan thought about her head, "That's right, we still follow the previous method, one person and one corner, slowly shorten the iron chain, and pull the coffin to the horizontal plane." ”

The two walked against each other, occupying the east and west corners, the two forces balanced each other, and the iron chain slowly curled up towards the outside of the wall at a constant speed, and the coffin slowly fell to the ground in a squeaky shake.