Where am I?

The girl was startled, turned around in a hurry, and saw that the surroundings were white, as if there was a white mist, and everything around her could not be seen clearly.

Mu Chujin lowered his head, looked at his clothes, and his rhinestone eyes were stunned for a moment-

The golden cloud smoke shirt is embroidered with elegant orchids, the yellow antique pattern double butterfly cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt mopping the floor, the mist veil of Bixia Luo peony is held, and the feet are wearing a pair of red crow gold shoes.

How so?

Where's my clothes?

She looked at her dress in surprise and furrowed her eyebrows.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter like a silver bell from a distance, and the laughter was mixed with a delicate female voice.

She took a step closer, trying to see clearly, but she couldn't see anything, there was still a white expanse in front of her, but the woman's voice was very clear, as if it was in her ears.

"Will he come?" There was a hint of grief in his voice.

"Will come, will come, princess, don't worry! We'll be able to catch him then!" The old voice was old, but a sly sly grin could still be faintly heard.

Princess?

Could it be that the woman who spoke just now was Mu Chujin three years ago?

The rhinestone-like eyes were stunned for a moment, the thin eyebrows like smoke and rain furrowed deeper, and the slender fingers tightly picked at the sleeves of the gold-hooked and silver-painted shirt.

When Mu Chujin lowered his head and pondered, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

I saw her in the flowers, a piece of blood red and blood red, floating in the wind, like a bright and beating flame, and when I looked at it, it was a bewitching mandala flower, which suddenly reflected the girl's eyes.

She looked around blankly, her head suddenly ached violently, her palm-sized face wrinkled, she squatted down, and lay down in the blood-red mandala flowers, the whiteness of her cheeks looked so poignant in the flowers.

Ahh

The girl raised her head to the sky and roared uncontrollably, the rhinestone's eyes instantly became blood-red, stained with the blood-like remnant sun on the horizon, and the cloud-like sideburns fluttered messily in the wind, for a long time.

What's wrong with me? My head hurts!

It hurts!

She clenched her fists in pain, digging at the dirt in the ground, her slender nails squeezing blood marks, but the pain in her brain still couldn't be reduced in the slightest.

"You! How can you do that! How can you kill them all! The woman screamed in pain, her voice became hoarse, and at last it became a weeping.

Mu Chujin raised his head suddenly, looked at the white expanse in front of him, supported the ground with one hand, stood up tremblingly, moved his steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.

She wants to see, see everything that happened three years ago, even if she just sees a vague phantom, even if she just hears other people's conversations, for her Mu Chujin, she must not miss a single thing.

She walked over slowly, and gradually saw a mansion shrouded in the white mist, when the words "princess's mansion" appeared in front of her, Mu Chujin trembled, and the pain in her heart was like a pinprick, as if someone was grabbing her heart fiercely, as if she was going to crush it.

Why do you have such a heartache?

For what......

Could it be the heartache of Princess Mu?

What does her mind have to do in my consciousness, entangled with my soul?

"Please! Don't look at it! Don't look at it! Don't—" A female voice pleaded bitterly in the bottom of her heart, and her crying voice seemed to contain great grievances.

Mu Chujin frowned slightly, how could she hear another person's voice? Could it be the princess of Mu who died a few months ago?

How so?

She looked abrupt and said angrily: "If you don't face it, you will never be able to solve the problem, I am not the princess of Mu Guo, I am Mu Chujian, so I must see what happens!" I must be strong in this other world! As soon as his eyes opened, a trace of blood red appeared at the corners of his eyes: "Don't you want to know who killed you?" Who put the bamboo purple clay pot in the Qimeng Pavilion? "A clear voice, with a terrifying coldness.

The sobbing sound in my heart gradually became quieter, and finally calmed down.

The girl's eyes were cold, and she pushed open the vermilion lacquer door.

The courtyard was very quiet, but the air was still filled with a faint white mist, as if it could not be dispersed, and the gray sky, pressed by the black flowing clouds, made the entire princess mansion look lifeless.

When she stepped in, she felt that the wind was gusting behind her, and the hem of her clothes was very uncomfortable.

At the end of autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard swirled and fell, sprinkled on the red brick ground, sprinkled with a piece of withered yellow, the cold wind blew, rolled up pieces of dead leaves, as if setting off a ripple, hitting the girl's skirt, indescribable bleakness.

Xiu frowned, she walked to the inner courtyard in confusion, and as soon as the red crow's golden shoes crossed the threshold, a strong bloody aura hit her, with a strong gust of wind, blowing the girl's sideburns.

I saw more than a dozen corpses lying in the deserted courtyard, and the stiff corpses were flowing with trickling blood, gradually converging into a stream, printing and dyeing a piece of land.

The whirlwind swept the dust all over the ground, swept over the blood-soaked corpses, and rolled up the hems of the deceased's clothes, and their gray faces and godless eyes were stunned in horror, as if they thought they would not die so easily.

Mu Chujin walked over gently, past the corpses one by one, the rhinestone eyes stared in surprise, according to the death of the deceased, they had a very shallow sword wound in their throat, it should not be fatal, but they all vomited blood, staring at the beads of the eyes and stiffened.

As soon as his eyes were raised, the corners of his lips were hooked into a cold smile.

A sword to seal the throat, fast enough! Accurate enough!

With a stroke of the water sleeve, Mu Chujin walked towards Qimingxuan, which was the hall of the princess's mansion, but the smell of blood was the heaviest and strongest......

When he lifted the hem of his shirt and walked up the marble steps, the rhinestone's eyes flashed a red shadow, and he saw a meandering bloodstain on the dark blue steps, gurgling down like a stream, as if it would never dry up.

Seeing this scene, Mu Chujin stepped up his pace and rushed towards Qimingxuan, and the voice in the hall gradually became clear-

"Princess, his subordinates have restrained him."

"Good!" The woman smiled lamentingly, but she was not half happy, "This palace will trap him forever, tie him to the side of this palace, and never let him go!" The domineering tone was mixed with the satisfaction of possession.

With the hurried steps under his feet, Mu Chujin gradually saw the panorama of the hall, on the black gold brick floor, the blood that diffused was even thicker, and it slowly and silently condensed, like a child's hand, hesitantly reaching out in all directions.

On the bloodstained ground, a man in black was prostrate on it, with a bright sword around his neck, he froze, motionless, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, as if freezing the bloodstains that filled the room.