Jiumu swallowed the wave of qi and shouted with all his might, "What, three thousand seven, one hundred lives!" I do not know! ”

Isn't this Zhao De's words scolding at the offering table! How many lives are the sins of the emperor's family, ask me what a miscellaneous god does!

She held her throat and couldn't breathe, obviously there was air all around, why couldn't she breathe it in.

The white-haired young master in the darkness stretched out his hand and waved slightly, and an invisible force scraped on Jiu Mu's body, and he frowned, as if he had some doubts about her answer.

Secretly, a few black swallows broke in, turned into human form and said something in the young master's ear, his eyebrows were even more wrinkled, and his eyes were suddenly fierce.

Just when Jiumu was about to suffocate, Bai Ye suddenly turned into a silver needle and stabbed into the palm of his hand, directly awakening Jiumu who was about to sink into darkness.

She looked down and found a thin trail of blood floating in the air, entangled with Bai Ye's sparkling light.

Kuki's eyes widened, and a glimmer of light flashed, and he felt calm in his heart for nowhere.

"The peach branch is the proof, and the sky is the evidence! Bai Ye, break the boundary! ”

This sentence was barely spoken, and the wisps of Bai Ye in his palm suddenly burst out with a fierce divine light, turning into thousands of sharp swords of different shapes and piercing around.

Just listening to the sound of shattering, Jiumu could gasp for air, and the darkness around him instantly turned to ashes.

At this time, she was kneeling strangely in the empty tent, Liu Jiangying, and the dead bodies on the ground disappeared.

She breathed heavily, and when she heard the footsteps behind her, she suddenly drew the knife, only to find that under the tip of the knife were the green eyes in the sky.

Breathe a sigh of relief and put his hand away, "It's a trap." ”

Sikong nodded, but didn't seem surprised by this, but said with a slight hurry, "Jiumu, Xu Renqing." ”

"Xu Renqing?"

She followed Sikong as she ran in the tent, and the people around her seemed to have already returned to their usual lives, cooking and cooking, and still muttering something.

Running to the edge of the village, he saw a figure lying on the ground from a distance, and several soldiers behind him were punching and kicking him.

Jiumu obviously knew who the figure was, and hurriedly shouted: "Sikong, go quickly!" ”

After Sikong got Jiumu's instructions, a green smoke drilled through, and instantly turned into a beast and threw those soldiers stunned.

When Jiumu stepped on the fine sand and arrived, he found that the people on the ground were unconscious, covered in blood, and his face was pale and unpresentable.

Why is Xu Renqing here!

"Jiumu, you've been gone for half a month."

"What? Half-moon! ”

That array was so powerful, born against the clock, and it was nothing more than a stick of incense to be trapped in it, and so long had passed in this world?

Kugi carried the man on his shoulders and dragged him to the small village.

Fortunately, Liu Jiang's tent was still there, and it was already full of yellow sand and dust, so I was sure that I had been walking for a long time.

Jiumu tore open the hem of his skirt and wiped the blood stains on Xu Renqing's body with the few muddy waters.

His face was emaciated and deformed, his cheekbones were bulging, not to mention fine scratches and bruises, and his ears were covered with bloody scabs.

When his gaze wandered to the back of his neck, he suddenly noticed a black text.

She gently tore off her already gray clothes, and was instantly dumbfounded.

How is it the seal of sin?!

Jiumu dragged it into the air, and asked with trembling hands, "He is not guilty, how can there be a guilty seal!" When did you find him. ”

Sikong was pulled by Jiumu, hung his head and said, "Last night." You disappeared for a long time, and I thought you were caught in the barracks and seen when you went in to investigate. ”

"Why didn't you save him sooner?"

Sikong bit his lower lip, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his little hand uneasily, and said slowly, "I don't dare." ”

Kugi knew that he realized that his tone was too harsh, and he softened a little and said, "I don't blame you. ”

If it turns into a four-sky beast and hurts many soldiers too much, then it really outweighs the loss.

Instead, he asked hurriedly, "What crime do you hear he committed?" ”

"It seems that something, harboring criminals, ran to Xinjiang, and King Xun had no intention of jurisdiction, so he was exiled here according to the punishment of Xinjiang. Then I saw a man in black and said that the young master pointed out that he should not let him die. ”

Jiumu covered his forehead and shouted in his heart, what is the matter!

Young master, young master, she didn't say anything about that dog thing, but also paid attention to Xu Renqing.

It seems that he can get here, and it is all because of the man's hands and feet.

Suddenly, a shadow gradually approached the tent, and Jiumu protected Xu Renqing behind him, trying his best to block his scarred and hungry face.

When you look closely, it is the woman who also saw the black gas in the distance and the fire of hell in the distance.

She held a basin of muddy water and said gently, "Bloody and heavy, wipe it with this." ”

Jiu Mu carefully looked at the person this time, and also probed Bai Ye to investigate, it turned out that this woman was an ordinary mortal.

She was kind, but she was not afraid, and helped Jiu Mu to wash the dirty cloth covered with blood. But Jiumu always felt that the woman was chattering, and he was always on guard against her, so as not to accidentally hurt Xu Renqing because of something.

By the time Jiumu wiped Xu Renqing no longer dirty, the sun was already setting.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night at the border, the sun is gradually setting, and the air is starting to become cold and sluggish. In the depths of winter, I don't know how many exiles could not cover their bodies, and they froze to death in this yellow sandy field.

Jiumu saw the woman next to him slowly walk out, and when she came back, she held a ball of red cloth-like things and waved her hand over Xu Renqing.

It was only through the dark fire that she was shocked to see that this was a wedding dress.

The gold and silver threads on it are messy and dull, but you can still vaguely see that the embroidery is like a phoenix.

Jiu Mu first bowed down and hugged his hand, and thanked, "Thank you, Madame, for concealing it." She understood that if the woman first stabilized her and then went to the barracks to report, it would definitely be a lot of good.

"You don't have to thank you."

The dignified woman got up and sat down on the dead wood outside, skillfully pulled out the flint, leaned over to light the fire, and hung the broken pot full of water on the shelf.

Jiumu covered his wedding dress for Xu Renqing and sat down in front of her together.

The two did not speak, and the woman's old face was reflected in the firelight, flickering and dimming. She pursed her lips, her eyes glazed as if she were thinking, as if there was something in the bright fire on the ground that attracted her, and deserved her gaze for a long time.

After the water boiled, Jiumu took the broken tea bowl and scooped it up, and blew it to cool it and prepared it for Xu Renqing to drink. She looked down and saw that the woman was suddenly silently holding a dead branch and drawing something on the ground, and when she leaned over to look closely, she found that it was just like the ghost she had seen that day.

"You're, artist?"

She looked sideways at Kugi and nodded.

"You drew a picture of hell?!"

The woman smiled wryly and nodded, swallowing the bitter water in her mouth.

Jiu Mu looked at her slender fingers, although they were already calloused, they could still see that they were originally thin skin and tender meat, and the whole face looked delicate.

The feeling of stumbling into the wisher is extremely subtle, and Kugi chokes on many questions, such as why the Hell Diagram has become a fantasy for countless murders, why the Hell Diagram can be real, or why you can still live in the exile's village.

The first few were clearly known to mortals in her session, so she opened her mouth and asked the one who thought she was the least nervous, but the most curious, "You, why do you want to draw such a thing... ”

The woman's face became sad, and she sat up slightly with a long sigh, as if what was going to happen was not a story that people could talk about.

"I'm a painter with a bad reputation, and I arrived in this remote frontier many years ago, mistakenly thinking that this was both exile and fulfillment."

"Accomplish what?"

"Something that someone like me can't hope for."

"At that time, the frontier villages were the same as this village, and they were all distant relatives of the king of Xinjiang who punished and confiscated traitors." She still paddled on the ground with a wooden pole, propped her chin and said, "Most of these villagers can't even call the name of the sinner, just because they have the same surname, just because they are related to each other. ”

Kugi watched blankly as the breath coming out of his mouth rippled in the bowl. After all, the sinner's close relatives have been immediately beheaded, and the relatives who are punished to the border are those who can't be beaten by eight poles, which can be regarded as the best way for the king to solve his worries.

A gust of wind blew and the fire crackled and burned, and the spark suddenly lost its light in the artist's eyes.

She spoke slowly, as if she was only about to answer Jiumu's uneasy question at this time, "What I heard and saw when I went to the border made me think that troubled times are hell. ”