"Why do you want to run, Meng Po and she are all inside, how can I find it when I go out."

I crawled out with my palms propped up and looked at Joan, when did she show up here? And I called her naturally, I was so flustered just now that I didn't have time to think about it.

"Mother-in-law, is she here?"

And Joan asked me back, yes, Meng Po had already disappeared when I saw Joan, but this place is desolate, and they should be able to see each other.

A pleasant lute sound sounded in my ears, and I and Joan covered our hearts at the same time, and our bodies shrunk, what the hell is going on, or do I have a heart attack, but my physical fitness has always been very good, and this kind of thing will not happen, but this time it is more painful than the last.

I looked up at Joan, who was also shrunk and tired, and she seemed to be a little more serious, gritting her teeth and squeezing a few words out between her teeth.

"Let's go!"

As soon as I wanted to turn around and leave, the sound of the pipa around me was too good, my mind was cloudy, and the sand under my feet was soft and slippery, and I almost fell, so I quickly stabilized my pace.

When I looked up, I saw the desolate desert everywhere, and at some point a woman in a long dress of white sand appeared, cross-legged under the dry stump, her head resting on the lute, and her fingers gently caressing the harp.

This is definitely the best-looking woman I have ever seen, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy descending to earth, it is completely different from Fengye, the wind blows, the long hair sways behind her, there is a hazy beauty in this dim and desolate desert.

"Anana, you'd better not go over..."

I heard Joan calling behind me, and she seemed to call me for a long time, and I stopped, and when I looked at the distance between me and her, I had never walked in front of the beautiful woman, and now I was very far away from her.

"The love of the king, the obsession of a lifetime, this thought, from yang to yin, forget the river, my wife is willing to wait..."

The beautiful voices, the words of resentment, in this desolate desert, have never been able to dissipate.

"Joe... Mrs. Joe? ”

I whispered, and suddenly a cold wind blew, and Joan behind me fell to the ground weakness for some reason.

I hurriedly turned around to help Joan behind me, Joan opened her weak eyes and wanted to say something, but she fainted, and her body was extremely cold.

At this time, the sound of the pipa around me stopped, and I felt Mrs. Qiao walking towards me, and when I turned around, I saw Mrs. Qiao standing behind me with the pipa in her arms, looking at me with beautiful eyes, and smiling mischievously at the corners of her mouth.

"Who told you I was Mrs. Joe?"

The red lips opened slightly, and the tips of my hair blew with the cold wind, sweeping on my face, and it should have been an itchy feeling, but I felt that this was the pain of countless souls before they disappeared.

"You..."

I stepped back in fear, pointing my finger at her but not saying a word, the kind of cry from hell was a little more terrifying than the living becoming dead.

"Haven't you experienced what you've felt? Why the difference? ”

I still can't speak, not because I'm controlled by anyone, but because there's a resentment stuck in my neck, and you can't say anything you want to say it.

"In this Lethe, there are very few people who remember that my name is Mrs. Qiao, my soul and my roots are my existence everywhere, but I am only waiting for one person..."

"This is the Imperial City!"

I could endure it for a long time and scream, I didn't want her to deceive herself and talk to herself, but the temperature in the air instantly dropped by several degrees, did I provoke her?

I watched her go from a gentle woman holding a lute, with a beautiful face, to a fierce, vicious, dry bark-like face, and thin hands, to a dry corpse in an instant, extremely ugly.

The wind was still blowing to her side, and her whole hair was blowing, and she couldn't imagine that the beautiful woman just now was her.

"I've been here longer than you, do I need you to tell me?"

The sound of the good voice became the cry of hell, and immediately the ground began to grow black and long things like hair, and they all floated towards me.

When I turned my head to look at Mrs. Qiao, she grabbed my back with a claw, and suddenly there was a hot pain in my back, and I reached out to touch my back, which was full of blood.

When I was not looking, the hair on the ground curled up on my feet, and I knew that Suosuo was like a needle, and my calf was completely pierced, and my flesh was pulled inside little by little, this pain was very small, but once the number increased, the fine pain was really torturous.

I kept rolling, kicking my feet unbreakingly, despair flooded my heart, the reason for the bleeding in my back, there was a lot of sand in the whole wound, constantly rubbing my wounds, my face was full of sweat in pain, but my feet couldn't stand up, it was extremely tormenting, I was about to go crazy.

Mrs. Qiao laughed wantonly, the miserable laughter was particularly harsh, and I roared in pain, at this moment, I felt that death was a good thing to be relieved.

"Can you... Don't torture me... Uh..."

I squatted on the ground, my hands kept pulling out the hair wrapped around my feet, everything that was inserted into the flesh and pulling out was all bloody, even if I found that once I held the hair in my hand, it turned to ash in an instant, but this endless stream of hair, I was both painful and laborious.

"What torture is, do you really understand?"

Mrs. Qiao, who was still a few meters away from me, came to me in an instant, and I squatted on the ground, and she pointed her thin finger at my forehead, her eyes were cold, and the corners of her mouth rose wantonly.

"You can't die, but this kind of pain is nothing to you."

My hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and then hair grew all around my body, running through my limbs, and I looked at my arms without a single piece of intact skin, densely bleeding, and I hated myself so much, why couldn't I pass out in pain when my consciousness was so strong?

Just as I was blurred and numb in pain, I heard the voice again.

"If you've had enough, I can bring her back, right?"

I opened my eyes weakly, looked at the beautiful Mrs. Qiao who had returned to her original appearance, and gently played her lute, and the man I saw on the stage that day appeared behind me, the King of the Dead Corpse?

"Is this your gesture of begging?"

Mrs. Qiao said unhurriedly, fortunately, the hair around me was scattered, but I couldn't feel any pain in my whole limbs, except for the scratch on my back, it might be all useless, I opened my mouth with a wry smile.

"So what do you want? Say it and I'll try to satisfy you. ”

I was lying on the ground and looking at the Corpse King who didn't have enough confidence to speak, the tone was completely different from that day, was this scared?

"If you don't have enough skills, don't ask for someone in front of me."

Mrs. Qiao plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano came out with a sense of anger, and instantly chopped the stumps around the walking...