The moment Zhang Queling opened her eyes, the black and white world quickly became colored.

The frozen time begins to flow again.

Her goose yellow fairy dress turned into green, and the lotus crown condensed from nothingness and fell steadily on her head.

Her mask melted and seeped through, solidifying into a strange face.

......

The next moment, anger, despair, hatred, sadness, anxiety...

Endless negative emotions erupted like a mountain torrent, severely impacting Zhang Queling's nerves.

She fell to her knees with a "thump", her knees hitting the stone slabs with a dull thud.

“Oh my god—!”

Zhang Queling leaned on the ground, clenching his fists tightly.

Veins bulged on the back of his palms, neck, and forehead, and sweat gushed out like a faucet.

【Yao Zhixue——!!!】

She screamed in her heart, [Control your emotions! ! ! ]

at the same time.

Boom!

Zhang Queling slammed his head against the ground, and where his forehead met the stone slab, stone chips flew and dust spread.

Boom!

She let out vague whimpers and moans, and was hit again in the same place.

Boom boom boom——!

The speed of the collision increased, and the stone slabs shattered into countless fragments, revealing the moist black soil underneath.

Yao Zhixue, Yao Zhixue! Control yourself!!!

She screamed madly in her heart, but her bestie's negative emotions continued to spread like a tide, wave after wave...

Not long after, Zhang Queling's face turned ashen, and the blood in his body surged like thunder.

White smoke kept spewing out of her nostrils and mouth, like a steam locomotive about to explode.

......

After more than three minutes, Zhang Queling gradually calmed down.

She gasped and collapsed to the ground, sweat and mud mixed together, almost covering her entire face.

She spat, and said viciously in her heart: [Damn it, this is the fourth time, Yao Zhixue, can you please be quiet?]

[And this substitute charm, why can't it also have an emotion shielding function? Damn!]

Yao Zhixue's intermittent voice echoed from the deepest part of Zhang Que's spiritual heart lake: [Hehe~ Hehe... Sorry... Ugh~ As long as you come here, I will...]

Zhang Que Ling snorted coldly: [Who in the lower three levels can withstand your emotional garbage? If it weren't for my success in "domineering", hehe~]

She was a little proud, but she still remembered the purpose of coming in this time.

When she recovered, she stood up and looked around.

Unlike the previous three times I entered, this place seems to be a stone chamber.

The stone chamber is only about 20 square meters in area. There is a stone platform in the middle with an oil lamp lit on it, barely illuminating a small area.

There were about a dozen old, weak, women and children sitting or lying in the stone chamber.

Only an adult man was lying on his back at the edge of the stone platform in the middle.

His body was wrapped in dirty bandages, with black blood seeping out of the surface of the linen. He was completely motionless and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

At this moment, in the dim light of the lamp, pairs of eyes were staring at Zhang Queling in fear and numbness, and the surroundings were silent.

Zhang Queling twitched the corner of his mouth, wiped the black mud off his face, and couldn't help but lower his head to look at the dent on the floor of the stone chamber that he had knocked out, feeling a kind of grief and indignation at the thought of social death.

Yao Zhixue reminded herself, "Que Ling... This is the safe house I found under the dry well... Everyone I rescued from the city is here..."

[But...if I don't leave, I'll be discovered in two or three hours...]

[Last time, Senior Nezha tried to defend the wellhead, but was set on fire by the enemy and fainted.]

Zhang Que Ling curled her lips, [Nezha? Reckless man!]

Exhaling, she looked around again.

She saw several women huddled together with their babies, numb and dazed.

I saw the old man lying in the corner, his face pale and his breath barely alive.

I saw a little girl of about twelve or thirteen leaning against the wall. Her cloth skirt was torn and her exposed skin was covered with purple scars.

She looked a little dazed.

Just then...

"Sister~"

Suddenly, a very soft calling voice came to Zhang Queling's ears.

She lowered her head and saw a mother and son approaching.

The child was about three or four years old, with pigtails running through his head. He was struggling to poke his head out of his mother's arms and gave her an innocent smile.

"Does it hurt?"

......

"No, it doesn't hurt."

Zhang Queling subconsciously wiped his forehead, his heart trembled, and he reluctantly turned his head away.

In her heart, Yao Zhixue spoke carefully: [Que Ling, can you try to lead the enemy away?]

Zhang Que Ling: [We need to break through!]

......

I'll try my best...

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Queling turned his gaze towards the exit.

She couldn't stay here for a moment!

However, before she could take a step, the seriously injured man lying in the middle of the stone chamber suddenly sat up straight, staring at Zhang Queling with his single piercing eye.

"Fairy! Please go, leave Yangzhou, and don't come back! If you are willing, kill more Tartars in the future to avenge us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the stone chamber.

Several women held their children tightly in their arms, their bodies tense and trembling.

But they didn't say anything, their expressions became more desperate.

"Yes, let's go!"

In the corner, an old woman echoed in a trembling voice, "Girl, you are so capable, you shouldn't die with us."

"Sister, Uncle Shan is right, hurry up and don't get caught by those pig tails~"

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