After grabbing the quilt and covering it for a while, Ji Danhuang finally stopped shivering, and his body warmed up. After lying on the kang for a while, Ji Danhuang suddenly thought of something, and quickly opened the door of the house and ran out.

Quickly clearing out an open space the size of two football fields in front of the cabin, Ji Danhuang took out the cadre Mo Xie Sword and began to cut down trees.

Sharpening the bottom of the cut trees, Ji Danhuang stood the trees in the open space according to certain rules, and at the same time poured mana into the trees. Ji Danhuang was busy for half a night, and finally got a slightly complicated formation.

Dragging the people who were still alive out of the Qiankun bag, Ji Danhuang took advantage of the fact that they were still unconscious, quickly untied the ropes on their hands and feet, and threw them into the formation one by one. And the reason why Ji Danhuang chose to use the formation to trap people instead of tying them up was because he vaguely remembered where he had seen it, and people would die if they were tied up for a long time.

Ji Danhuang didn't know if this statement was true, in short, he was unwilling to take any more risks. He had already killed Zhang Yang by mistake, but he didn't want to hurt anyone's life anymore.

The feeling of killing people is really bad!

After disposing of the living, Ji Danhuang dragged Zhang Yang's corpse out of the Qiankun bag and released cold air to freeze it. He wasn't sure if Ren Bikong could save Zhang Yang, but he had to keep the body alive. In case Zhang Yang can't be resurrected because of the decomposition of the corpse, his murder charge will be confirmed.

In that case, he will really not be able to get rid of the crime of being a murderer for the rest of his life.

By the time he was done, it was already late at night, and although Ji Danhuang was extremely tired, he couldn't sleep at all. Sitting at the door of the cabin, Ji Danhuang watched the people in the formation wake up one by one like a statue, and circled in place like crazy, his heart fluttered.

He didn't want to die yet, he didn't want to become a murderer completely. So he had no choice but to trap these people in this way.

He wants to buy time for himself, and he has to wait until Ren Bikong comes back to save Zhang Yang! He believes that Ren Bikong will definitely have a way!

In this way, he sat like a stone sculpture until dawn, and Ren Bikong did not appear. Ji Danhuang saw that the time was not early, and staggered up to make breakfast.

Now he has no appetite at all, and he no longer seems to know what thirst is and what hunger is. However, he has no appetite, which does not mean that those people in the formation also have no appetite. They all have wounds on their bodies and cannot live without food.

Lowering a large pot of boiled eight-treasure porridge to the right temperature, Ji Danhuang carefully entered the formation, put the porridge down, and then carefully exited the formation.

Everyone in the array was already hungry, and as soon as they smelled the fragrance of the eight-treasure porridge, they all followed the fragrance and rushed over, and they snatched the eight-treasure porridge clean like crazy, and no one thought about why a pot of eight-treasure porridge suddenly appeared here, and whether this pot of porridge would be poisonous.

When people are hungry, they really have no reason at all. I'm afraid that even if they know that the delicacy in front of them is highly poisonous, they will not hesitate to lick it and eat it completely.

Sometimes, hunger can be really maddening.

After everyone who had eaten and drunk enough to continue to disperse to find a way out, Ji Danhuang quietly entered the formation and took out the porridge pot, and then continued to lean against the door of the cabin, looking at the people in the formation in a daze.

It was dawn, Ren Bikong didn't appear, and it seems that he didn't go back last night. Ren Bikong hasn't been back for two days in a row, and I don't know if something happened to him.

Ji Danhuang suddenly became worried again, a little restless, and walked around the formation. The people in the formation couldn't find a way out and shouted in a hurry, and the manic voice came into Ji Danhuang's ears, which was tantamount to a Ling Chi.

I found a pair of earplugs to plug my ears, and the world suddenly cleared up. Ji Danhuang only felt uncomfortable, so he simply took the double sword and practiced the "Sanqing Sword Technique" over and over again, until he couldn't stand up anymore, so he lay on his back in a large font, looking at the sky in a daze.

This time, Ji Danhuang was really in a daze, his mind was empty, it seemed that all his thoughts had been sucked away at once, and it was also like someone had put a spoon into his skull and gouged out his brain. He just looked at the sky so quietly that he fell asleep before he knew it.

Unexpectedly, Ji Danhuang did not dream of Zhang Yang coming to ask for his life, but only dreamed of a cyan neon dress that slowly fell in the darkness. Ji Danhuang lay on his back on the ground as if he had been immobilized by a spell, watching the cyan neon dress fall from the sky over and over again, like a falling leaf, and like a drop of cyan blood.

In the end, what woke Ji Danhuang up from that strange dream was the raindrops that fell at some point. When he opened his eyes and saw that the sky was cloudy, Ji Danhuang still maintained a posture of lying on his back, not wanting to move at all, his brain seemed to have inertia, and he was still playing the scene he saw in his dream over and over again.

Ji Danhuang lay dumbfounded, letting the cold rain wash over his body. In a trance, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen the scene in the dream somewhere.

It feels familiar......

The rain grew heavier, and a bolt of lightning split the sky, but no thunder was heard. And that lightning, as if it had directly slashed into Ji Danhuang's soul, suddenly illuminated a certain darkness.

It's a pity that the light of lightning was too short-lived, and before Ji Danhuang could see what was hidden in the darkness of his soul, the dazzling light had already dissipated.

Another lightning bolt fell, but no thunder was heard, but Ji Danhuang sat up suddenly. Because he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something very important.

Taking out the earbuds, the sound of cursing and crying suddenly poured into his ears, and as soon as Ji Danhuang turned around, he saw that the people in the formation were holding their heads and looking around for shelter from the rain. In this regard, Ji Danhuang was really helpless, he knew how to set up the formation, but he didn't know how to prevent the rain from falling into the formation.

Looking at the time, it was already evening, and Ji Danhuang hurried to prepare food. Due to his negligence, the people in the formation have already missed lunch.

made a big pot of fried rice, Ji Danhuang sent the pot into the formation as usual, and then went to check Zhang Yang's corpse, and found that most of the ice wrapped around the corpse had melted away, and hurriedly added some cold air.

This heavy rain fell all night, and Ji Danhuang was wrapped in a quilt and curled up on the sofa for a night. What was different from before was that this night Ji Shanhuang's heart was unprecedentedly calm, and only the cyan dress he saw in his dream was left in his mind, falling in front of him over and over again.

When the dark clouds dispersed and the morning sun spilled into the wooden house, Ji Danhuang moved his body slightly. The cyan dress disappeared from his mind, and Ji Danhuang began to worry again.

Another night passed, and Ren Bikong still did not appear.

Pushing open the door of the house and looking at the exhausted people in the formation, Ji Danhuang's heart was sour, and he almost didn't cry.

Master, come back soon!