"Ahh Although the voice was soft, it was very real in the quiet of the night, it was a woman's cry of pain.

Yu Wanting stood tremblingly in the center of a headless corpse, cowering. Although he knew very well that it was just a dream, or even just what had happened on the floating mountain, he still trembled and feared from instinct.

The man......

No, that guy isn't a human at all!

Miscellaneous thoughts surrounded him, fear engulfed his heart, Yu Wanting was like a person who couldn't swim in the water, trying in vain to grab every life-saving plank, but he couldn't reach a single one.

He cowered and tried to escape, but how long could he escape here?

A silvery white mist gradually rose and began to surge upwards from the foot of the mountain. It won't be long before the whole of Fushan will be shrouded in mist. By then......

An almost inaudible whisper suddenly sounded in his ears, and Yu Wanting trembled even more.

……

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds. The sun of the twins sank into the lake, and the long shadow fell, right there in Karksa! ”

"The wondrous night of the rising of the black star, the wondrous moon that runs in the night, but even more marvelous is that, the lost Karksa!"

"No one hears the song of Alpadia, the king's ragged clothes flutter in the wind, and the song silently disappears there, dim Karksa!"

"My soul can no longer sing, my song no longer flows like tears, only dry and silent there, lost Karksa!"

……

The gloomy voice in his ears grew louder and louder, gradually changing from a whisper to a loud chant, and the fog gradually swept over, and Yu Wan Tingqiang finally had to start walking-this is the lesson of countless nightmares, away from the fog, away from the drama--endure fear, follow the sound and walk forward along the mountain road.

Along the way, the voice in front of me gradually became clearer, and in addition to the woman's screams, you could also hear the man's scolding and the crackling of the whip.

Yu Wanting stopped beside a mound and looked up at the Nuwa Niangniang Temple not far away.

Zhao Chuanqing's terrifying figure was in front of the temple, and beside him, there was a huge cross-shaped wooden frame, on which a woman was tied.

The new second leader of the Red Flower Society, the woman who claims to have fairy arts.

"What else do you do, you can use it, slut!"

"It's most annoying to you women ......in clean clothes," Zhao Chuanqing's gloomy voice echoed in front of Nuwa Temple, "It's still early, fellow countryman sees fellow countryman, why don't we have to get closer, don't we?" Your system has now crept into my body uninvited, and I'm going to have to leave something in your body out of courtesy......"

The man's left eye glowed a stunning green in the night, and the whip in his hand slammed over the woman. It's just that the woman's recovery ability is very abnormal, and after the whip falls, no matter how the whip marks, they will gradually fade and disappear within ten seconds.

Despite this, Zhao Chuanqing, who had a cold face, did not slow down at all, and the woman who smoked screamed and kept begging for mercy.

- Obviously, it's just a quick recovery, and it hurts as much as it hurts.

"Fast blood recovery? It's okay, let's play slowly, anyway, those dead martial arts people are already finished, so it's not in vain that I wasted a yellow mark and read "The King in Yellow" to them! Anyone who hears this record of an ambiguous, dreamlike play, whether it is a reader, an actor or an audience, will gradually fall into their own world, assimilating into the disruptive characters of the script, seeing the people around them as the actors in the play, and death cannot free them! ”

"Now it's the way of heaven to be good, and the retribution is not happy." The whip was severed, and the beater obviously did not have the slightest pity or guilt in his heart. "I can find the earliest traverser, probably the one who tinkered with soap and made glass, but was burned to death as a demon Yehnara Mengu Zhezhe, and the concubine Abahai who used firearms and was strangled with a bowstring by the four great beylers!"

"There are more people who lead the way for Huang Taiji, there are those who maneuver between Dai Shan Huang Taiji, and there are those who sleep with the three Dolgon brothers...... Until you are a slut, the wife who gave Fu Lao Liu thousands of miles was slept with by Qianlong and was happy to be a father who gave birth to Fukangan's stupid **, not to mention, people volunteered to come undercover after saying a few words...... used a woman's patriotism to trick her into killing anti-Qing fighters, and wantonly led people to attack our religion! ”

"The only sluts who are fucked up than you are Anai and Ren Haiyan! forced the couple to commit suicide after saving Dolgon, persuaded Shunzhi to slaughter the city, took the initiative to help bombard the gate of Yangzhou, and publicly said that the Yangzhou ten-day incident in which 800,000 people were killed by the Qing army was caused by the people's resistance, and it was called a deserved! boasted that the two did not help each other, but when the Qing army attacked the city, they accused the Jianghu people who resisted to the death at the head of the city, believing that the Qing army did not know martial arts, so the resistance of the Jianghu people was unfair to them; turned his head but took the initiative to help the Qing army attack the city, and let the Qing army slaughter 800,000 unarmed people alive! ”

"Yes, the enslavement is very thorough, the class consciousness is very strong, like Tonghua's desert ballad that the Han people are ugly, the Manchurians are tall, and the thin horses in Yangzhou are scheming, although they are Han, they don't want to be as humble as the Han people...... Right? ”

"Heaven is good, retribution is unpleasant, I won't let you die easily......"

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Yu Wanting woke up from a nightmare. Ever since he left Fushan alive, he would dream of the scene of that night every night, making him tremble from the inside out.

Unlike Chen Jialuo, Yu Wanting's dreams are so clear that he can't forget them even if he wants to.

Sitting on the bed, gasping for breath, and when the cold sweat went down, he couldn't help but get up and walk out of the bedroom, straight into the study, and tremblingly took out a thread-bound book from a dark compartment with no words inside.

Yu Wanting clearly knew why he had nightmares, and he also knew how to get rid of them, but ......

He rubbed the book that was stuffed into his arms by Zhao Chuanqing himself, and when he thought of Xu Chaosheng's face, he couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

Intellectually speaking, he should give this strange book to Chen Jialuo as a tool for revenge and free himself. The only thing that can make the dantian broken have internal strength is this strange book. But emotionally speaking, he can't let the son of his first lover go astray like this.

It's hard to decide where to go. Yu Wanting sat on a chair with his clothes in his hand, staring at this wordless book, silent. The moonlight shone on the table through the window, and the four big characters of "Fang Xin Xingjian" on the written paper shone brightly.