On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the sky was overcast and suddenly a drizzle fell. The streets are full of lights, and everyone is happy. A lantern vendor warmly invites people around him to drink together.

"Brother, today the Gu Mansion is married, and the Mansion Gate has a banquet to invite guests from all over the world, let's take a look together?"

The person who was invited was an honest porter who didn't know much about what was happening in the outside world, so he asked curiously, "Is it the famous Gu Mansion?" Isn't his family just a son? ”

"You see, it's lonely. The one who is going to marry today is the adopted daughter of the Gu family, surnamed Song, called Song Yihe. Although she is an adopted daughter, she is favored by her parents and elders. ”

"Interesting, let's go, let's see."

The two of them hooked their shoulders and walked to Gu's mansion, just in time to see the scene of the bride's marriage.

Song Yihe was full of pearls and emeralds, and his wedding dress was like blood, standing in front of the wedding sedan chair.

How am I here? I shouldn't be in ......

What shouldn't it be? She was confused and always felt like she had forgotten something important.

"Xiao He? Xiao He? Talking to you, do you hear me? The spirited old man stood at the door, his eyes full of worry and love.

"Grandfather, you say, I'll listen."

As if she already knew who this person was, Song Yihe called out the other party's name.

"If that stinky boy from the Zhou family bullies you, come home, and grandfather will support you!"

"Oh, I know, isn't there still Gu Changzhou? Brother Cheung Chau will also help me. The girl smiled sweetly and looked at the man who was standing silently behind her.

Today, his sister got married, but he was dressed in black, and only embroidered a few red threads on it to express his meaning.

Song Yihe looked over, but he didn't look over, as if he was losing his temper.

Why is Gu Changzhou here? Song Yihe's consciousness was awake for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it continued to sink.

She felt happy to get married today, but when she saw this silent young man, she suddenly felt a sour feeling come to her heart, as if there were still some unfinished words in her throat.

Xi Po came over and reminded softly: "Girl, the groom is here, we should go." ”

"Yihe said goodbye to his grandfather." Song Yihe carried the hem of her skirt and made a big salute at the door, and after kowtowing, she turned around and got on the sedan chair.

Her groom also said goodbye to his elders: "Grandfather, rest assured, grandson-in-law will treat Yihe well." ”

"Good, good." The Gu family's grandfather nodded happily.

The welcoming procession set off noisily.

The young man who was still awkward just now turned his head to stare at the red sedan chair again, as if he wanted to see the people inside through the layers of red silk.

Unlike Song Yihe, Gu Changzhou immediately sank as soon as he fell into this illusion.

His heart was now full of sourness and a little angry.

The day before the wedding, he asked her in the backyard, "Do you have to get married?" ”

"What's wrong? The elder brother of the Zhou family is very good. Song Yihe tilted his head and asked in a sweet voice, "Don't you like him?" ”

"I don't like it." Gu Changzhou's voice was hard.

"But I'm going to get married after all, I can't stay in Gu Mansion as an adopted daughter for the rest of my life." The girl replied softly.

"What's wrong with being an adopted daughter? Who dares to beak you? ”

Song Yihe shrunk his neck: "Brother Changzhou, you are so fierce." ”

The young man's voice softened instantly: "You know, I'm not killing you." ”

"But as you know, what I want to do is not to take care of the family's adopted daughter." The girl's voice was so soft that it seemed to drift away with the wind, but the backyard was so quiet that not even a leaf had fallen, so they all heard it.

"If you get married, then I won't stay in the Gu family." Gu Changzhou was silent for a long time, and then said.

"And where are you going?" Song Yihe's voice became softer and softer.

"I'm going to go to the Conscience Sect to cultivate the Path, to cultivate the Ruthless Path." The boy squinted at her, emphasizing the last four words.

"Then you can go."

The two parted unhappily in the end, and only the remnant flower that was crushed by the girl proved that this conversation had ever existed.

The big red hijab covered her delicate face, and the red candle burned quietly, gradually melting into a pool of blood and tears.

After the visit, Song Yihe sat on the wedding bed, like all brides, quietly waiting for her husband.

After a long time, the noise in the front hall dissipated like a tide, and the bridegroom returned.

Song Yihe naturally knew who this was.

Zhou Yu, the eldest son of the Zhou family who has admired her since she was a child, has a wealthy family, and is a good family chosen by her grandfather for herself.

Song Yihe has gratitude and appreciation for him in his heart, but he has no affection.

"Sister Yihe, you are so beautiful today." He lifted his hijab, his face flushed, his eyes misty, and he was clearly drunk.

The girl dodged his outstretched hand, but kept her eyes on the door.

"Your husband has arrived, why do you still look out the door? Who are you waiting for? You just sat on my Zhou family's happy bed, and you were thinking about which man in your heart? It's Gu Changzhou, right? It's all here, do you still have extravagant hopes? How did that coward come? He was afraid that he would have a reputation for incest between his brother and sister, how dare he come?! Zhou Yu suddenly had a seizure, his eyes were red, and he pinched her cheeks and shouted.

Song Yihe tried his best to break away from him, and said sharply: "He and I are not brother and sister!" ”

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed maniacally: "You admit it?" You're just thinking about Gu Changzhou, you woman who doesn't know how to check. He had a seizure and slapped her hard.

Song Yihe sat down on the ground, kept getting up and running out for a moment, muttering: "I'm not married!" I'm not married! ”

But she pushed the door open, and another hell awaited her.

Two tightly wrapped men in black robes stood in the doorway, and with a slight wave of their hands, she passed out.

When he woke up again, Song Yihe was in a completely unfamiliar environment, with only a dim candle flame beside him.

Where is this?

As soon as the girl moved, she felt as if the flesh of her neck had been torn apart, and she screamed in pain.

There was a sound outside the door, and it was Zhou Yu who heard the sound and ran in.

He had the light on his back, couldn't see clearly, and tripped over the hem of his clothes when he ran in.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's uncomfortable? They said it didn't hurt. Zhou Yu asked in a loud voice.

"Where is this? What's wrong with me? What did you do to me! Song Yihe covered his neck with one hand and touched a thin hose.

"Don't get excited." Zhou Yu helped the person to lie down.

Under the candle flame and a little bit of skylight that spilled in, Song Yihe finally saw the situation inside the house clearly.

It was a dilapidated wooden hut, and she was lying on a patch of dead grass, with a hose attached to her neck, and the black flocculent material in it was continuously transported into her body.

"What is this?" Song Yihe grabbed the tube, and the whole person kept trembling, and he was extremely scared.

"This is, this is ......" Zhou Yu didn't know how to explain it to her, and he couldn't say why.

At this time, two more people walked in outside, the two who tied her before.

Their voices were hoarse, as if they had sand in their throats.

"This is a good thing that can make your husband an immortal, and in order to get this, he even did not hesitate to exchange his new wife for it."

"What's good? You make it clear! ”

"This is called demonic energy, with this thing and you, we can create some supreme pills, mortals or monks eat them, they want to die, it doesn't seem to be in the world, we call it Yu Dan!" The man approached, took off his hood, made a drunken gesture, and laughed.

Only then did Song Yihe see clearly, their eyes were blood-red, and one person's ear was even a bloody hole, and the rotten flesh inside was wriggling, exuding a faint black aura.

Song Yihe was afraid of death: "It's not true, Zhou Yu, you're joking with me, right?" If you let me out, I won't mess with you anymore, let's live a good life, okay? ”

Zhou Yu hung his head and remained silent.

Instead, the two men sang and answered for him.

"Want to ask for a husband?"

"It's late!"

"Your husband is also involuntarily, how can he have a self if he eats Yudan?"

"It's all puppets, it's all feather puppets!"

Song Yihe became more and more afraid, and wanted to grab Zhou Yu's neck and question, but she had to give up because of the pain, her voice was sharp and shouted in disbelief: "Zhou Yu, are you dumb?" Do you really dare to do that? The Gu family will not let you go! Someone will come to my rescue! When the time comes, it's too late for you to apologize for your sins! ”

Zhou Yu became excited, "Hahahahaha, do you want to say that Gu Changzhou will definitely come to save you?" Let me tell you, yesterday's wedding, your Gu family all ate Yu Dan, no one can get rid of Yu Dan's control, no one! Even your Gu Changzhou left the imperial capital immediately after worshipping, where is he going, you don't know, right? ”

Song Yihe quieted down suddenly, as if someone had hit him with an awl on his head, and he suddenly felt chills all over his body, and even his breathing stagnated.

Where is Gu Changzhou going? He said that he was going to the Inquiry Sect and cultivate the Ruthless Dao.

In the days that followed, Song Yihe lived a messy life every day, and in the mouths of those who came to feed her, she knew that her body was festering inch by inch, and she was no different from those demons.

The things in her neck never stopped, and she wanted to pull out the hose and kill herself, but the men cut out her tongue, tied her up, and lived like an animal all day long.

The wooden door that symbolized freedom opened and closed, but she never waited for the person she wanted to wait for.

On this day, those two demons finally couldn't wait.

"The feather pill in her hand is about to run out, why hasn't this woman reached the last step yet? It stands to reason that it is long overdue to be completely alienated. ”

"What are you anxious about? Now that all the people in Nanyu Country are feather puppets, are you afraid that you won't find a person like her again? ”

"That's just as well."

On the contrary, after Song Yihe heard these words, the last bit of light in his eyes was extinguished.

"Hey, look, it's finally starting to be alienated."

……

In the Wind and Fire Forest, the scales flapped with the wings of the Dream Butterfly, gradually forming a pair of blue wings behind the four people.

As they fell into the illusion, the phantom butterflies who threw themselves into the sea of fire and fed their desires came back to life.

The dreamy blue scales fall again, and the interweaving of red and blue forms a treacherous dream.

This silent hunt lasted for three days, and it was not until Tan Qing and his team passed by here that they found a few of them.

The powerful sword qi swept away, and I thought that these seemingly weak creatures would die in an instant, but I didn't expect to be blocked by a blue light curtain.

Dan Xiu in Tan Qing's team explained: "Phantom Dream Butterflies are rare, they are very special demon beasts, they live in groups, and they are fed by the strong desires of monks, looking at the size of these Phantom Dream Butterflies, they should have eaten a lot of people. They seem to be weak, but in fact, the scale powder contains powerful demonic power, and when combined, it can block the full force of the Jindan monk, and even, looking at their current number, I am afraid that it will take Yuan Ying to deal with it. ”

"Is there any other way?" Tan Qing frowned and asked.

"I brought two incense sticks and lit them to help them break free from the illusion, but whether they can really wake up depends on themselves."

A few people lit incense and stood aside.

Tan Qing's worried eyes swept over the center of the butterfly several times, the girl who was still crying with her eyes closed.

What the hell is going on to be so sad about?

(End of chapter)