Yan Jiu looked at Jiang Azi, who was squatting in the corner, and said seriously, "Jiang Azi, do you want revenge?"
Jiang Azi was taken aback.
The entire soul trembled.
She was stuck in the mud.
The soul has long been devoured by hatred.
Now, Yan Jiu's words filled the void in her withered and emaciated soul.
Jiang Azi burst into tears uncontrollably; she never expected her name to be mentioned again.
turn out to be.
Has she not been forgotten?
Jiang Azi cried and laughed at the same time.
It was as if she had eaten a bitter coffee-flavored cake; the bitterness of the coffee and the sweetness of the cake were colliding wildly in her eyes.
once.
Resentment entwined Jiang Azi like thorns, enveloping her in a cocoon of thorns layer by layer.
The thorns entangled it deeper and deeper.
Jiang Azi was left covered in wounds.
But she was unwilling to give up her resentment.
Only hatred remains.
Only then can she realize that she still exists.
Only hatred remains.
She wouldn't be swallowed up by the array in the attic.
Fortunately.
Someone pushed aside the thorny brambles around her.
He smiled gently at her.
Yan Jiu extended her hand: "Let me help you."
This moment.
Jiang Azi felt that she had seen the light.
It was a very dazzling light.
It is a ray of light suddenly seen in the darkness.
It's so bright and glaring.
But it made her unable to resist wanting to get closer.
She choked up.
Slowly extending his ugly, unsightly hand.
Finally, it was placed in Yan Jiu's palm.
The instant of contact.
Yan Jiu's spiritual energy was transmitted to Jiang Azi through her fingertips, transforming the terrifying evil spirit back into a living person.
When Jiang Azi was in a daze.
Yan Jiu held Jiang Azi's hand.
They were placed together on the broken blade at the other person's heart.
Jiang Azi shook her head: "The cross blade was left behind by those people. I've tried countless times, but I can't pull it out..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The dagger that had tormented Jiang Azi for four years began to tremble.
Time slipped by little by little.
She could clearly feel the broken blade slowly peeling away from her heart.
The instant the dagger was completely detached.
Jiang Azi's soul was freed.
The array in the attic could no longer engulf her.
She regained her freedom.
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