The road of the world, the Marquis of Yongning.

Huang Po carried a dim lantern and slowly walked through the overgrown courtyard, her distorted shadow dragging to the ground, like a silent moving ghost.

Prince Qiao was dressed in a starry coat and walked behind with a graceful posture. Although it was almost midsummer, the trees around Sufeng Tower were decayed, and the eyes were full of gloom, as if all vitality had been strangely blocked out.

"Sir, Master Hou's illness is even more serious, the number of attacks these days is much more frequent than in previous years, recently he has not even eaten much, and he can't sleep well at night, and he will always wake up and talk nonsense. Huang Po suddenly stopped and stood in front of the gray stone threshold of Sufeng Tower. The lantern flickered, and her face was like orange peel slowly curled up in the scorching sun. The old slave watched the old man being tortured, and his heart was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. ”

Wang Ziqiao let out a nonchalant "um" and stepped over the stone threshold.

"Sir, when will the master's illness be so consumed?" Huang Po turned around and stood in front of Wang Ziqiao, staring at him with rolled eyes.

Wang Ziqiao glanced at her lightly: "How can things in this world come to an end? even if you are unwilling, you have to consume it slowly, right?"

Huang Po's hand trembled, and the light reflected in her pupils, like a sharp blade shining with cold light. "Sir!" her voice suddenly raised, and the sharp blades in her eyes seemed to be about to pierce out.

"It's late at night, be soft, I can hear you. Wang Ziqiao looked at Huang Po with interest, this Yongning Hou's personal old woman has always been gloomy and silent, and she doesn't want to worry about it. Perhaps—he could have one more chess piece, one more plaything? Arousing the emotions of living beings and manipulating them will always be a game that the extraterritorial demons will never tire of.

Huang Po was silent for a while, and then hissed: "I'm just a lowly old slave, I shouldn't have said this." When my lord was born, I served him. Changing diapers, combing his hair bun, watching him grow taller day by day, accompanying him to come from Boling to Jiankang, enter the court, become a marquis, marry a wife, and have children......"

Wang Ziqiao laughed, and his laughter was particularly indifferent in the middle of the night: "What do you want to say?

"Of course, the old slave is not worthy, and he dare not exceed it. Huang Po's expression was blank, "The old slave doesn't know what kind of secret discussion Mr. has with Master Hou, it's not something that I, a subordinate, can ask." But-" She raised her head and glared straight at Wang Ziqiao, "It's just that if someone dares to hurt the master, even if the old slave fights for his life, he will suck blood and eat flesh, and crush his bones and ashes!"

Wang Ziqiao looked at the old woman calmly, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, like a fierce beast in the night before hunting and showing his snow-white teeth: "Huang Po, the monster that hurt the Hou Ye is in Dimengdao, what's the use of your desperate efforts? Are you worthy of entering Dimengdao? Can you kill it again if you enter? I understand, put a few cruel words, show the loyalty of the old mother, maybe it can make you feel better." ”

The lantern shook more and more violently, and the light of the fire rose and fell, so that the withered grass on the ground seemed to be about to burn. Wang Ziqiao snorted lightly, paced past the old woman, suddenly turned around, approached the other party, and whispered: "According to Wang, it's not a transgression." In the past few years, Hou Ye has lost his wife and children, and it is inconvenient to see outsiders, and you rely on you to take care of your diet and daily life, isn't this good?"

Huang Po's body stiffened, and there was a demonic whisper of temptation in her ears: "Yongning Hou's world is now only yours, Hou Ye is completely yours, and if you don't deserve it, you have to be worthy, this is an opportunity that you can't get for most of your life...... Think about it, isn't it really good to go on like this?"

"Stop!" Huang Po cried out in a lost spirit, the lantern fell to the ground, the candle sprout licked the paper, and suddenly it burned, and the bamboo frame made a "crackling" sound in the flames.

Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly, he "saw" a little demonic thought quietly appeared in Huang Po's spiritual world, and the invisible roots spread to the depths, grabbing the other party's fierce emotions as nourishment, and constantly growing.

From beginning to end, he did not cast a spell, but only subtly provoked Huang Po's emotional changes, causing her to produce strong mental fluctuations, so as to open up a trace of spiritual gap and give birth to the seeds of demonic thoughts.

At the end of the day, this demonic thought is the thought of the living beings themselves, which naturally breeds from the soil of the human heart, and can be said to be a natural thought and infinitely derived. With the help of this magic thought, Wang Ziqiao can gradually grow it into a rich fruit, and finally spread out and completely occupy Huang Po's entire spiritual world.

"Huang Po, don't you want to lead the way, don't delay me to treat Master Hou. Prince Qiao waved his sleeves neatly, and the lantern burned in the burning flames, and the mottled embers flew up, and they rose to Huang Po's face, and there was a little bit of stinging.

Huang Po stepped on the stairs in despair, walking up step by step, not daring to look at Wang Ziqiao again, but his nightmarish whisper kept echoing in her head, "Master Hou is completely yours, isn't this good?......?

She suddenly remembered that when she served Yongning Hou to bathe many years ago, her hands brushed over the hot soup, and the water droplets rolled through the young man's smooth back, and her full muscles were full of vitality, revealing a fresh pink ......

She couldn't help but shudder, and shook her head in a panic, seeing the corpses and monster heads hanging on both sides, all hideous, looking at her greedily in the dark.

"Peace of mind is guarding outside, don't bother, I'll go in and take a look at Hou Ye's condition. Wang Ziqiao calmly pushed open the door of the wing room on the second floor and closed it from the back. Huang Po's heart was suddenly relieved, as if her vertebrae had been removed, and she collapsed to the ground.

A little seed of demonic thought sprouted quietly.

The cough came through several layers of curtains, the wings were not lit, the windows were tightly closed, and thick beaded curtains hung down. Wang Ziqiao walked to the gum and looked at the figure reflected on the curtain, a grim smile oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master Hou, I'm here. He slowly lifted the curtain.

A blue-white stiff face poked out abruptly, his lips were bright red, as if he was about to drip blood, his hair was messy and gray, sparsely draped over his shoulders, and many withered broken hair fell on the jade pillow, faintly exuding a fishy smell.

"Give me medicine!" Yongning Hou leaned his upper body and grabbed Wang Ziqiao's wrist, his urgent voice roaring like a beast.

"Master Hou, don't be impatient. ”

"Where's the medicine?

Prince Qiao smiled sneeringly: "Master Hou, your son and daughter are dead, how can there be any new medicine? With Master Hou's current body, it is difficult to regenerate." ”

"You promised Ben Hou!" roared Yongning Hou, his nails digging deep into Wang Ziqiao's skin, his fingers as jagged as bones, and growing fine gray hairs. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, clutching his head in agony, twitching in pain, and from time to time a strange voice or two came out of his throat.

"Master Hou, please relax, Wang will relieve your pain a little and sleep peacefully. Prince Qiao's heart moved slightly, and his long sleeves suddenly spread, brushing over Yongning Hou's forehead. The latter fainted, and a strange and hideous virtual image was a wisp of light smoke, and the heart of Yongning Hou's head floated faintly, hanging in the air.

Prince Joe stared silently into the phantom. "You're all dead. He muttered, tired and lonely.

The virtual figure struggled and roared, exuding a massive, chaotic, and evil aura.

"But this game of chess has to go on. Wang Ziqiao stretched out his hand and slowly probed into the virtual shadow, and a small grain of demonic source as fine as bright sand fell into the palm of his hand, turning into dust in an instant, and disappearing into ashes.

"Boom!" a deafening thunderclap exploded in the night sky.

"Poof!" the golden epiphany wrapped around the Demon Source, pulling it back from the skull of one of the demons and retracting into Chibeku's fingertips. The demon fell to the door of the cabin, and Chitoku leaped over the corpse.

The hunt has begun! She couldn't help but stick out her soft pink tongue, licked the blood on the demon source, her face flushed, panting lightly, and continued to dive in the direction of the cabin.