In the blink of an eye, it was already May, and among the shadows of the trees, the heat was steaming. The noon sun is the fullest, and it is as hot as a sinking and scorching fireball. The streets are sparsely populated with pedestrians, and the occasional chirping of cicadas and birds is hidden in the dense trees.

Ping Yan sat on a wicker chair on the balcony and covered her face with a handkerchief.

In the past half a month of living in the Xiafei Road Mansion, her favorite place to stay is this small and hot balcony, in fact, she doesn't know why, at first because the view here is very wide, you can see the alleys downstairs. Later, she gradually had the feeling of waiting for the end of the world, and she always felt that someone would appear at the end of the alley, dressed in a white suit, with a chic smile on her face.

"If you are ruthless, you better kill me, so that I will never pester you again."

These were the last words he said before leaving.

He spoke very softly and lightly, like a cloud, without revealing a trace of malice. But her heart seemed to be pricked by something, there was no blood, no wounds, but it was sore and sore.

She thought her heart was ruthless enough, but she left a little room for him.

The phone rang suddenly, and she waited for a while and no one answered, so she walked over and picked up the receiver.

"Miss, come and take a look, the flower room has been smashed here." The homeowner said eagerly, there were all kinds of crackling noises.

Ping Yan's eyebrows tightened, and she hurriedly said hello, picked up her handbag and went downstairs. She just asked Dongxia to take a nap, and she didn't want to alarm Dong Changlin, so she stopped a rickshaw alone against the sun, and the coachman was snorting and walking, and arrived at the place in less than half an hour.

The cramped corridor was extremely quiet, and she wore white high-heeled leather shoes, and she was silent step by step. The last time the flower house was destroyed, Shen Yuchen found someone to repair it, and bought a few apricot blossoms on a whim and transplanted them, when she moved out, the apricot blossom trees were still blooming with fragments of late spring flowers, and now the green apricots are tired, but they are also destroyed and cut down.

She walked over, bent down and picked up the apricot blossom branches on the ground, and picked up the green apricots the size of stones. Suddenly, a cold thing hit the back of her head, her body shook, and she picked up an apricot under her feet in a hurry, and two men in black suits with fierce figures appeared in front of her.

She smiled and said, "Say, who did I offend?" ”

The two men quickly grabbed her arm, dragged her out without saying anything, and rudely shoved her into a car that had just stopped. The car was speeding away, she was blindfolded by the black cloth, and she was still holding the green apricots tightly in her hands, as if she was grasping a little support and encouragement.

She was tied up and locked in a dark room, and the air was thick like the smell of rotten wood and dead rats rotting in the grass. Time seemed to be incalculable in the enclosed space, and she seemed to have waited for a few days, and it seemed that she had only waited for a few hours, until the green apricot in her palm completely lost its fresh signs of life, shrunk and softened, and the door creaked open.

Someone removed the black cloth from her eyes, and a kerosene lamp dangled in the glass cover. She opened her eyes and gradually saw the scene before her, which was a large square enclosed on all sides, barely visible, with only a door, no windows, and the ground was crawling with insects and rats, gnawing at the severed limbs of various parts of the dead. She clutched her chest and vomited.

Someone handed her a bowl of water, and she followed it, only to see a grim and inexplicable smiling face, which in the faint light became more and more furrowed, like a demon crawling out of hell to seduce people's lives.

She took a few steps back in disgust, but was suddenly suppressed by several large hands. The grimace slowly squatted down, picked up the bowl in his hand and poured it into Ping Yan's mouth. The water was horribly red, salty, and smelled of blood.

She closed her teeth tightly, blood trickled down her lips, she coughed uncontrollably, and the acid water in her stomach gushed out in bursts of nausea.

He threw the bowl away, smashed it to pieces on the ground, and clenched Ping Yan's jaw, forcing him to make eye contact with her.

"Does it taste good?"

His eyes were hanging and wrinkled, and he could only see a little black light, like a poisonous snake, and his expression was hideous.

"I have to drink such a bowl of blood every day, just to pursue the art of immortality, you slut, you dare to shoot me!" His voice was unusually high-pitched, like an erhu string being pulled, which was creepy. The sudden slap was crisp, and Ping Yan's head buzzed, and there were suddenly five more hot swells on her face.

Huo Sanye! This name, which was about to be forgotten, suddenly came to mind. She had seen pictures of his glamorous side in newspapers.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She can only resist death.

Huo Sanye grabbed her hair, lifted her face vigorously, and smiled sadly, "Do you think that I won't be able to find out about the things you and the second young man of the Shen family?" ”

Ping Yan's mind exploded, but she didn't expect that the calm in the past half a month had accumulated a bigger storm. She lifted her face to meet his fierce gaze, and suddenly felt a little happy. Fortunately, Shen Yuchen did not fall into his hands, fortunately, God no longer gave her the opportunity to live and die with Shen Yuchen.

He picked up the handbag on the ground next to him, opened it, took out the silver pistol, looked at it uncertainly, pulled the bolt, pressed it against Ping Yan's head, and asked through gritted teeth: "Did you hit me with this gun?" As she spoke, she rubbed two fingers against her smooth face, "Such a beautiful beauty, you are cruel to me, but I can't be cruel to you." Do you guess if Shen Yuchen is willing to exchange his life for you? ”

Ping Yan was full of excitement. She looked forward to Shen Yuchen for half a month, from the remnants of apricot blossoms to Qingxingxiao, but she was not like this moment, hoping that he would never come back.

Huo Sanye straightened up and stomped on her abdomen without sparing any strength, she rolled and hit the wall, the pain was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and swept away in an instant.

"Watch her!" Huo Sanye ordered in a deep voice, turned around and went out.

The darkness was like a rushing torrent, and she drowned under the abyss, as if she had fallen asleep, and seemed to have had a long, long dream. The dream was also so overwhelmingly pitch black, with light apricot blossoms flying, as if dipped in the color of the moonlight, silver and white dazzling. At the end of the dream, there was a tall and slender back, she couldn't see his face clearly, only knew that he was wearing a delicately made white suit, chic and chic.

She remembered that when she first met when she was a child, he was also wearing a white suit like this, drenched and soaked, like an apricot blossom in the rain outside the lattice window.

Ping Yan gradually came to her senses. She has survived tenaciously under the butcher's knife of fate for so long

, she doesn't want to die, and she can't die. She has not yet avenged the blood and the sea of blood, and she has not completely indebted Shen Yuchen.

She regained her spirits, shook out the meniscus in the darkness of her sleeve, and sharpened the hemp rope tied around her wrist. Huo Sanye took the silver gun, and there were only some daily utensils left in the handbag, and there were no objects that could be used to escape. The place was impregnable, and the outside was guarded, and that door was the only possible exit.

There was a box of foreign fire in the handbag, which she carried with her to make a fire for Dong Changlin. She trembled and picked up the box of matches, her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, she took out a matchstick tremblingly, bit her lip and forcibly endured the violent tremors of her whole body, and slipped several times before a cluster of flames was ignited.

This is the only way to escape.

She looked around, threw the matches in her hand, and struck many more in one go. Clusters of flames rapidly expanded in the layer of dead grass, like bloodthirsty flowers emerging from the cracks in the ground, roasting countless insects and ants to jump and scream, scattering the rotten and unrotten limbs and bones, and the scorching stench.

The fire rose. Ping Yan shrank by the door, covering her mouth tightly, and in the muffled whimper, tears burst across the embankment.

The tongues of fire were raging, tearing out all kinds of creepy shapes, like a deadly banner, fluttering around with teeth and claws.

Any fire seemed to be incomparably compatible with the night in Xu's Mansion eight years ago, and under the waves of those demonic fires, there were desperately screaming lives.

She was terrified, and her body was like a leaf swept by the wind, fluttering and drifting, and there was no refuge. It was almost untenable, like a puddle of soft mud. But she still bit her lip, which was already bloody, and stared at the door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a piece of moonlight entered. A few people rushed in shouting. Ping Yan cut her arm mercilessly, and the severe pain made her sober instantly, and she dragged her sour steps and ran out desperately.

Racing against time to run around, her steps were soft, and her throat seemed to be whipped up and down with wattles, and the hot pain made it difficult for her to breathe.

What's even worse is that the messy steps, the noisy voices, and the raised fire sticks suddenly filled all directions.

And she is in an ambush on all sides, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is nowhere to escape.