Suddenly, she said a little ruthlessly, "The king of Xinjiang knows that after leaving the capital, there are people along the road, and famine and war make the people outside the city miserable. ”

The painter sighed, kicked the sand painting on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said, "He knows, but he turns a deaf ear." ”

"Then your wedding dress, what's going on?" Kugi drew the conversation to the red-and-black shirt, and then blew two deep breaths into the steaming bowl.

After a long time, the person next to him slowly raised his head, not knowing what he was suppressing, and said indifferently, "When I was exiled, he hung ten miles of red makeup on me, and he promised to marry me when he arrived at the border." ”

But when he finally came, he didn't say anything, and fell asleep on my lap for a long time. I knew it was delusional, but I didn't believe it, I wanted to hear what he said. ”

"The congratulatory voices outside the barracks are too harsh, and every sentence tears out my heart."

"Daohe, isn't it to congratulate you?" Jiumu only knew that the wedding dress was related to Daohe, and asked without hesitation, and saw her face change suddenly, knowing in his heart that he had said the wrong thing recklessly.

She sneered and continued, "When he woke up, he asked me affectionately what I had been doing lately, and I showed him the painting. I said that this hellfire is too difficult to draw, I have never seen it, and I can't draw a terrifying momentum. ”

"But he was fascinated by it, and he touched the lines of different shades on the drawing paper with his fingers, and I was suddenly very scared, I always felt that he was a little strange, I felt that the person in front of him was just a shell, and the real him seemed to be sucked into the scroll and sat next to Yama."

"I took his hand and told him to stay with me, but most of the night was over, and when I opened my eyes again, the person was gone."

"When I woke up, it was noisy outside, and the soldiers were looking towards one place, and the place that was dyed by day was the exile village I frequented. I shouted for firefighting, I had to shout for that, there were children I liked, and there was also a sister who cooked well. ”

"It's on fire!" Jiumu was fascinated by what she was listening to, and suddenly there was an exclamation, so that she couldn't tell whether it was virtual or real.

It wasn't until she stood up that she realized that there were indeed puffs of black smoke on the other side of the village.

But the female painter still sat there and muttered: "I saw my Ah Shi standing there, he was dressed in battle armor as if he had given birth to golden scales, like a god descending into the world!" ”

She suddenly opened her arms, suddenly stood up to the fire, the flames became more and more arrogant on her face, climbed her eyebrows and eyes, hooked the person to continue, and continued to speak.

"But when I saw his knife soaked in blood and the fire roaring behind him, he smiled at me, smiling fiercely and proudly."

He said, Wan'er! Look, I've found the fire you're looking for! ”

Jiumu ran in to help Xu Renqing up, seeing that the fire over there was gradually surging, this place lacked water, and he could only rely on yellow sand to extinguish the fire, but how could the fire be strange and fast!

The painter's voice began to grow louder, "I smell the stench of my body, the burning of rotten flesh, the wail, the nightmare! They stretched out their claws and asked me why I came here, why I painted, why I fell in love with the Arabic style! ”

"He put on my wedding dress and said, Wan'er, let's get married! But is he a human or a ghost? Is he my Ah Shi, I obviously heard that my Ah Shi married the eldest lady of Prime Minister Fan! ”

"Painter, don't sit there, let's go!" Jiumu shouted to her, but it didn't help, so she had to take Xu Renqing to take a step first.

As she gradually walked to the clearing, she turned her head to see the painter put on the dark red wedding dress, slowly swaying away into the distance.

"Sikong, you look at him, I'll go back when I go."

Kugi kept up with the painter's footsteps, and the words that came out of her mouth blew into her ears from the wind, and not a word was missed.

"General Fan, congratulations! You and General Chen are a match made in heaven! ”

The painter suddenly stopped leaving, clutching his throat and shouting, "Chen Shi!" You're killing me! ”

The voice was heartbreaking, and it directly disturbed Jiumu's heart, and she only saw the lonely back of the woman stumbling into the yellow sand, and walking forward on her stomach. It seems that she has been trapped in this relationship for too long, so that when it erupts, people only feel sad and pitiful.

As she approached the place where the village had been ablazed, the scene of hell reappeared.

Kugi looked at the so-called hellfire, and there was a figure, as the painter described it, "shining with phosphorescence, like a god descending into the world." ”

Ghostly, it is a ghostly soul.

She grabbed the blade in her hand, but did not immediately rush forward, but quietly watched the artist's wedding dress be stained by the flames.

The woman's face is no longer haggard, her eyes are bright, like makeup on the wedding day. The fire on the ground was like a ghost, pulling on the hem of her skirt one by one, and dyeing it black and as black as hell.

She threw herself into the fire, but she swooped out, crying out in the crackling flames.

"Ah, I'm here."

When these words fell, the flames around him instantly distorted and deformed, turning into black silk and being sucked into the ground.

Jiumu dragged the yellow sand behind his feet, and it was difficult to walk step by step, when he came to the front. Not surprisingly, the object that catches the eye is indeed a smooth and intact painting lying on the sand.

There are no flames in the painting, there are countless demons and monsters and the bride in the wedding dress who is always alone.

She sighed, leaned over to pick up the painting, muttered "Hell Map", glanced at her eyes, and slowly rolled it up and put it away.

He asked and replied, "Could it be the king of Xinjiang Chen Shi, who has been in Yanming Pass for five years?" ”

Jiumu naturally didn't know what kind of feelings Chen Shi had for the painter, after all, he had been dead for several years, and no one could explain it.

But if he is right about the ghost in the fire, and he is right about this hellfire, how can the woman in the painting be alone?

In a trance, Jiumu noticed a slight tingling in his palm, only to realize that Xu Renqing and Sikong were still waiting for her in the open space, and hurriedly ran over.

The Four Sky Beasts took the two of them into the air, she took Xu Renqing into her arms, and looked at the small village where nothing happened, and the strength in her hand tightened.

"I don't think there will be any hell here." ”

Sikong was silent for unknown reasons, and only flew back to Jiangzhou, the place he was familiar with.

Fang Yi jumped into the medicine shop, Jiumu carried the man who was only breathless and put him into the bed, filled a bucket of water, and carefully cleaned the blood scabs intertwined with blood and yellow sand at the wound.

Holding a white cloth wet with warm water, he rubbed it from his neck to his chest, and there were countless whip marks and bruises, swaggering to announce that Xu Renqing had been tortured for many days.

"How can you confess to the crime of harboring?" Kugi rolled up his sleeves and touched his slightly furrowed brow with cold fingers, trying to ease the pain in his dream.

When she rubbed it on her arm again, she found that she saw a deep scar from the rhizome of the blood vine, dotted with dots. The sourness that penetrated into my heart clenched my throat, even more suffocating than the day I was trapped in the dark barrier.

She paused up and down from time to time to check the wounds, and finally cleaned the person as if it were the same, but she could not bring the person back to the original state, so she had to bandage the unbearable scars layer by layer.

Kugi sat in front of the dirty, dark red bucket of water, staring at the dirty white cloth that was quietly falling inside the bucket.

"Ah Jiu... The person on the bed suddenly called hoarsely, his fingers trembled slightly, and he barely opened his eyes.

Jiumu kicked off the barrel and walked to his bed, looking down at Xu Renqing on the bed, he was safe and healthy when he first saw him that day, and he circled in the moonlight, telling her that he had strange eyes.

She recalled that Xu Renqing's light brown eyes at that time, and then that face, really didn't fit with him now.

"Renqing, but you're thirsty?"

He nodded, obediently opened his thin lips and drank the warm water held by Jiumu, and was choked and coughed again and again, and it took a long time to regain his composure.

Jiumu saw the person on the bed, his eyes moistened and smiled: "Renqing is really resilient, and he hasn't killed him a few times." ”

Xu Renqing's eyes hesitated, just stared at her and didn't make a sound, it seemed that he was the one who really made the mistake, and he was here to make amends.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the fallen peach branch that happened to be thrown in outside the window, and suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Renqing is comparable... Ah Jiu imagined that he would be able to bear it. ”

She leaned over, lightly tapped her hand on his forehead, and whispered, "Ridiculous." ”