In the middle of the night, the family was imprisoned.

Sang Ling was held alone in a small cell in the deepest place, the night in front of her was as dark as ink, although the shackles had been removed, but the cell's prohibition on puppets was still there, she could only lie on the ground, unable to move, and even her voice was blocked, unable to speak.

Before the eyelids were closed, suddenly there was a sound of chains at the door of the cell, and a pair of guards entered in the frosty night.

One fight, one pull, one drag.

Sang Ling had been dragged out of the cell, avoiding the rest of the guards, and stuffed into a prisoner cart that was hidden at the door.

The time before and after is only half a pillar of incense, and the action is extremely fast.

Sang Ling didn't think much about it, she just thought that she had changed her mind by the head of the family again, and found another place to deal with it.

Out of the ban on the puppet, she slowly regained control of her body, and even her body had some strength to spare.

For some reason, the memory of Xie Hanzhou in the ghost city who left her resurfaced,

Perhaps, this trip to the Feng family is just a set of tricks that I have brought in.

With the Feng family, who is good at making puppets, what kind of treacherous secret method can't be dismantled?

Even if it can't be unraveled, isn't it a way to keep her life hanging from her?

Lu Chaoyan came too much by coincidence, how could the Feng family riot come so quickly.

Isn't it all too logical?

Thinking of the Yemiao Village outside the Silk City before, Xie Hanzhou's gentle words and persistent protection were probably just an expedient measure to stabilize himself......

"Sang Ling, you are such a big fool, a big wrong! That righteous sect disciple can still be controlled by you! You still took it seriously, you were fooled, and you made yourself so miserable, and the good life you imagined before was not lived at all. ”

The bluestone road slid under her feet, and Sang Ling knelt in the corner of the prisoner car, thinking about this place, and couldn't help but curse herself.

Her voice was full of anger, but the end was trembling like a moon hook, and she barely managed to tighten her heartstrings, unwilling to flow out of her fragile state.

The prisoner cart was enclosed by dozens of smooth wooden sticks and pasted with charms on the outside, making it unusually sturdy. The Feng family also felt that it was difficult for the puppets inside to escape, so they only sent two guards to escort them on horseback.

The prisoner cart drove all the way, out of the city gate, and went straight to the mountains behind the Silk City, the mountain road was rugged and towering, and at the end it was almost at a right angle, and the people in the prisoner cart could not even sit on their knees.

Sang Ling stretched out her limbs in embarrassment and lay on the bottom of the prisoner cart so as not to roll around.

The bones on the back of his hand penetrated the skin and exposed to the air, and he poked horizontally into the wooden stick, and in a few moments, the blood scab was worn out and blood flowed out.

The blood was thick, and it fell into the dirt along the rut, dripping all the way.

The guard behind the prisoner's cart saw the blood stained with the horse's hooves, and shouted:

"Cover your blood!"

Sang Ling didn't bother to pay attention to him, closed her eyes, and pretended not to hear.

But I don't know what secret method the guard sneered at, and the spell in the prisoner car moved, and thunder and lightning were released out of thin air.

Puppets are wooden, and they are most afraid of thunder and lightning.

Sang Ling couldn't stand it, so she could only stretch out two hands to cover the more wounds that she had struggled to flow just now, but there was too much blood, and she was scrambling to flow out of her fingers, and she couldn't block it.

Sang Ling heard the guard's impatient "tsk", and seemed to have become angry, and was ready to take other methods of torture.

The situation is about to take a turn for the worse, and there is no way to fight it, so Sang Ling can't care too much.

She immediately half-got up, pulled the broken hair from her ears, and revealed half of her face, which was still quite complete.

The eyes were full of tears, the tails of the eyes were red, and the weak facial features, in the ebony clouds, were gorgeous like a painting.

The favor and protection that she once relied on have been lost, and all she can rely on now is this appearance, just like at the beginning, before she met that Xie Hanzhou.

Everything seems to have returned to square one, but why is it difficult to calm down the state of mind?

The corner of my heart was like someone had taken a knife and stripped off a small piece, it hurt and hurt, and I wanted to cry bitterly, but in the end all I vented was the smelly blood.

Connecting the deep and shallow wounds on the body, the white bones exposed in the misery. It was more miserable than the last time he was injured by Lu Chaoyan in the misty forest of Pishan Mountain.

Facing the guard's indifferent gaze, Sang Ling looked back softly. Like a drowning demon underwater, waiting for the salvation of the world, but the depths of his eyes seem to contain frost, snow and rain, resentment and indifference.

The guard knew that Sang Ling was just a puppet, cold hearted and cold-hearted and without human feelings, but he was still touched by such stunning earthly beauty, and touched Sang Ling's deep wound that could not be concealed by the white bones of Sen Sen, and his attitude softened and he felt a little more pity.

He rode a few steps closer and sighed:

"Okay, I'll stop this thunder and lightning, and heal you again, and stop this bleeding."

Seeing this, the guards in front had the foresight to go faster, and gave up the prisoner cart to the guards who accompanied the car, leaving only a playful and ambiguous smile.

With no one else, the guards in the car let go of their movements, and hit the cage in a formation.

After a cup of tea, the carriage had reached a smooth place, and the guard took Shi Jue's hand, wiped away the cold sweat on his face, and smiled hard.

"Okay, my aura is limited, so I can only heal your wounds first, as for the white bone ......."

Opposite side.

Several serious wounds on Sang Ling's body did form thick blood scabs, and even the broken bones that were stabbed out were taken back.

It's just that......

A jade hand touched the left side of the face, revealing that the area of the white bone had not moved at all, and the white bone on the back of the left hand and the wrist was still wide open.

Sang Ling's heart fell into the ice cave, cold to the bone, and it was difficult to breathe.

She even wants to lose this good-looking puppet body?

Seeing that Sang Ling was in a trance, the guards on the other side were spitting and spitting, and they didn't say anything.

In the Feng family, there is a kind of beautiful puppet that is specially used to serve people and entertain guests. Puppets are not human, and they can be easily restrained by others, and they are very popular with some people.

This method is specially used to heal those puppets who have been damaged by the guests, and it can be regarded as the secret of the Feng family.

With this premise, Lu Chaoyan insisted on throwing Sang Ling to the nine-story tower, and the understanding of the Feng family naturally leaned on the relationship between men and women, thinking that Sang Ling and Xie Hanzhou were very close, which hindered her eyes, so she planned to deal with Sang Ling for Lu Chaoyan in a low-key manner, so Xie Hanzhou didn't know what happened to her.

Once thrown into the nine-story tower, the end of this life is either death or madness......

A few more breaths passed.

The guard asked:

"Are you better?"

Sang Ling looked at herself covered with injuries, but she still smiled and nodded, only bright colors, but no warmth.

She felt the lingering smell of blood in her lungs between her breaths, and now she couldn't smell it.

But that's just the surface.

On her body, the flesh and blood blurred inside and down, the broken and messy bones, the thick flesh meridians, are still seriously injured, and they have not changed.

Not to mention the white bones that were dug up in the east and dug in the west, which were miserable and miserable all over the left half of the body.

The guards had no value, and Sang Ling's attitude became indifferent, lazily pulling up her hair, half-covering the white bones on the left side of her face, and raising her hand to cover her clothes to cover the shocking wounds.

Every action can be included in the painting.

Sang Ling lowered her eyelashes, and her eyes fluttered, easily pulling the guard's mind.

The guard's eyes looked very similar to those who had been dug up by her in the misty forest of Bishan Mountain before. Full of thirst for beauty, the desire to grab everything.

She was familiar.

It's so familiar that it's like yesterday, and all the remaining memories have become strange, along with that person, everything about that person......

The prisoner cart continued forward, and after a cup of tea, he arrived at the place, and a pagoda standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the mountains came into view.

The nine-story tower has arrived.

The nine-story tower outside the city, as high as nine floors, is surrounded by chains, sealed with charms, and the momentum is overwhelming, and it is difficult to escape like a cage.

Sang Ling staggered out of the prisoner car, glanced at the tower, and the guards in the car saw her go to see it, and explained in a low voice:

"The nine-story tower has been used to hold demons and ghosts since ancient times. This tower has been created by great power, and it has never released a single one, so don't try to escape. Once the tower's defensive circle is touched, it is shattered. In the past, every hundred years, there was a big demon who tried to escape without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the final outcome was that his soul was scattered, and it has only stopped in the last few hundred years. ”

Sang Lingmu made a face, and only said "um", which was counted as a response.

But there are countless waves in my heart, surging and surging.

Nine-story tower?!

Snow!

The previous owner of the Heart-Haunting Spell is in this tower in front of him!

If you find her, will you be able to touch more secrets of the Heart-Haunting Spell, and even be able to unlock this ghost?!

The thoughts in her mind were churning, and Sang Ling forced herself to calm down, but the pace under her feet was three points faster.

There are guards outside the tower to answer, and it is also the Feng family, and the previous guards squeezed their eyebrows and pushed the guards with the car to take Sang Ling to the front of the tower.

The two continued on, silent all the way.

The door of the tower slowly opened in front of her, and with a push behind her in time, she had already stumbled in.

"The demons and evil in it are all stained with countless lives, I will help you here for the time being, and you can do the rest for yourself, protect yourself."

Immediately turned around to see that the original doorway had become a dark space, and it was also dark in front of me.

Sang Ling didn't dare to move, she didn't know how many floors she was locked in.

There are countless demons and evil spirits locked up in the nine-story tower, and listening to the guards, they are all murderous people who do not blink an eye, terrifying and dangerous.

Worse!

That aura has only been a little since she left the Feng family, and it is just a trickle compared to the vast sea of smoke before, and it is not enough to repair her injuries, let alone maintain a strong aura to fight in a duel.

She has a weak foundation, an ordinary puppet, a man-made object, and her force value is not high.

The flesh and blood that could resist water and fire before were destroyed by the formation, and now with the lack of aura, if you really want to fight, you will definitely not be able to kill those big demons under the sword and gun.

Will you die?

Die in this dark place.

Lost his name, lost his flesh and blood, like a random stone on the side of the road, silent and unconscious, became the masonry of this nine-story tower.

Or, as she once guessed, and was denied by that man—

"I'm not stupid! You human clan sects have so many means, for the benefit of eliminating blood, in case you hang my life, wouldn't it be possible to imprison me for you to absorb flesh and blood! Tell me if it's possible to ......"

"I won't."

......

"Oh, sanctimonious, what you said categorically, now isn't it just staying with me for my life and completely confining me..... Trying your best to deal with a puppet, trampling on and destroying it, but holding back your last breath, all kinds of subordinate means, are they to protect your reputation as the first rookie of the Heavenly Dao Sect? ”

The left wrist was raised, and the white bones were impressively visible, and the mutton fat white jade-like skin that had long been absent was attached to it, which was strange and ugly.

Sang Ling smiled suddenly, there used to be everything, but now that I think about it, I may really be blinded by my own lard, and a tendon stretches to the end, I don't believe in the confrontation between shemales and shemales, and I am too credulous.

The puppet's mind has always turned quickly, and it may take hundreds of years and thousands of years for people's hearts to be injured to resolve resentment, but it is biased.

But Sang Ling felt that her heart slowly floated out of the ice water.