"He must remember!" Su Yingge suddenly raised her voice, turned her head, and said to Su Yuxi, "Xiaoxi, you go back to the Su family and tell the head of the family about the matter here, I must go to Jiang Wenjun." ”

"Sister Nine, why are you so stubborn?"

"Go back!"

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Through the barrier, dark, boundless, cold, cut the skin of the person painful.

Here, it is like a barren land, with wind and sand everywhere, as if there are endless ghosts wailing.

The wind is howling, and this place makes people feel a sense of despair inexplicably.

In the air, there was a strange copper bell, and Emperor Qianji had cold eyes, pulled the phoenix lightly, and did not move.

Hiding the breath of the whole body, the two of them followed the girls who had become the living dead unhurriedly.

Here, it is no longer the Jiang family, but the other world, as if it has directly crossed the enchantment and come to another space.

Emperor Qianji's face was gloomy from the beginning, as powerful as him, and it was rare for him to show such an expression in front of Huang Qingwan.

Huang didn't say much, and a pair of dark red eyes glanced around, as if he was in a barren desert, very cold, and the temperature was lower than the frozen thousands of miles in the northern plains.

The brass bell is even more eerie in the cold wind and sand.

Huang Qingwan and Emperor Qianji, followed those girls for I don't know how long, and finally heard a woman's voice in the cold wind.

The girl of the living dead who was dancing in front of her also stopped,

"Ghost slave, what, that's all?" The woman's voice was cold, "Don't you know that the sacrifice is imminent?" Girl, it's not enough-"

"My lord, almost all the young ladies of the Kitahara family have come, but they are still virgins, so these are the only ones left-" The hoarse voice sounded extremely cautious, as if the cold wind was blowing the dead branches.

"There is only one day left before the sacrifice, and there are still thirty virgins left, and this day's time, I want you to find it no matter what method you use!" The woman's voice was much colder, and from the direction of Huang Qingwan and Emperor Qianji, only a rough outline could be seen, the body line was very graceful, convex and backward, long hair was flying, about nothing, she was a beauty.

"Yes, sir." The ghost slave bowed respectfully at her, shook the brass bell in his hand, and raised a cold and strange sound, and the living dead girls walked with steps, following the bewitching woman.

Huang Qingwan wondered in his heart, what kind of sacrifice? What are these maidens used for, as sacrifices?

Emperor Qianji was still calm, did not move, took the phoenix lightly, and continued to follow.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the bewitching woman seemed to feel something, suddenly stopped, turned her head, and looked in the direction where Emperor Qianji and Huang Qingwan were through the endless dark and cold wind.

"My lord, what's wrong?" The ghost slave also turned his head and looked behind him, but saw nothing.

In the dark, Emperor Qianji and Huang Qingwan only saw a pair of cold eyes like night hawks, and that glance swept over and just landed on the two of them, but they only stayed for a moment.

As powerful as an emperor and a thousand kills, how could it be easily discovered?

The woman shook her head, her eyes revealing a little doubt, "It's okay, maybe, I'm too worried-"

"Yes, my lord—" The ghost slave was beside her, looking very respectful, and kept his head buried, not daring to say a word, not even his eyes, not daring to move.

"Huh?" However, the woman had just turned her head away, and suddenly turned around—