Someone is watching her
A soundless, yet head-splitting, laughter echoed through the silent hall. It didn't sound like human speech, but rather an ancient, mysterious language that existed only within perception. It was indescribable, yet it was calling out to her—
Let her stop struggling, stop resisting, and just let it suck her marrow out of her bones and eat her alive!!!
Isn’t it good? Isn’t it good? Isn’t it good? ! !
Why resist and why not obey——
Why don’t you obey!!!
Disobedience.
A young woman in white, ensconced in the shadows, doubled over in agony, her hands clawing at her hair and covering her ears. Burning tears welled up from her tightly closed eyes. A white light shone brightly around her, concealing a swirling, blood-red barrier within. These two layers of protection shielded her, holding her ground against the ferocious, roaring shadow.
Jiang Jingyuan suppressed the roaring in her head, frantically loosening her hands from her hair and moving them away from her ears. Slowly, she lifted her back, feeling as if it were weighed down by a heavy stone. With a pained expression, she took a step forward, one step at a time, into the darkness.
A mixture of sweat and tears rolled down her face, indistinguishable from one another, hanging lightly on the tip of her nose and chin.
A faint blood-red light shone brightly around her, like a firefly lost in the dark night. If she had her own light, how could she succumb to darkness?
The ball of light walked into the depths of darkness little by little, and the darkness struggled, squirmed, and roared, trying to scare it away.
Deep in the darkness is where the light meets.
Jiang Jingyuan stumbled out of the darkness, her legs went weak, and she knelt beside the dark and terrifying coffin. In the empty and dim mourning hall, there were no shadows or human faces, only her, who seemed to have just been rescued from the water.
The cold sweat all over her body and the panic in her heart seemed to come from a nightmare that did not exist in reality. In reality, she was the only one kneeling in mourning in front of the black coffin, keeping vigil.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
With her hands on the ground, the girl in white bent down exhaustedly, gasping for breath, tears dripping onto the ground. She seemed to be bowing to the spirits in heaven.
I am so sad that I just want to see you again.
In the empty mourning hall, the only sound was her gasping breath, which seemed to be crying.
After a long time, Jiang Jingyuan closed her eyes and raised her head. When she opened her eyes again, she met a pair of eyes full of resentment as they lay on the dark coffin and looked at her.
She saw it!
The skinny old man in a brand new shroud lying on the coffin suddenly became ferocious with his scarlet mouth wide open, and he rushed towards her with a silent roar.
Jiang Jingyuan suddenly jumped to the side, rolled on the ground, stood up hurriedly using his hands and feet, and ran forward.
Behind her, there was a "bang" as the skinny old man who jumped on all fours twisted his head and chased her like a mad dog with his teeth bared, his eyes flashing with resentment and bloodthirsty excitement.
A tearful girl in white was running in front, and a strange skinny old man was chasing her from behind. It couldn't catch up with her, and she couldn't get rid of it... The man and the ghost were circling in the huge mourning hall.
Jiang Jingyuan gritted her teeth and rushed forward suddenly. The skinny old man on all fours behind her had an excited red light flashing in his eyes faster and faster. He also exerted all his strength on all fours to catch up.
Jiang Jingyuan suddenly turned sideways, and the blue-gray figure flew straight in front of the tip of her shoe.
A cold light flashed in his long sleeves, and Jiang Jingyuan clenched the plum blossom sleeve arrow that seemed to be made of ice, raised his hand and aimed at the skinny old man who turned around and rushed towards him angrily.
The skinny old man stood up on his legs and rushed towards Jiang Jingyuan, his scarlet mouth opened wide in a ferocious manner!
At the critical moment, the ice arrow made a sound of breaking through the air and pierced straight into the skinny old man's eyebrows.
The extremely skinny old man's eyes widened instantly. The ice arrow melted into water at a speed visible to the naked eye at the center of his eyebrows. The freezing cold water poured into the gap between his eyebrows. The skinny old man opened his bloody mouth and forgot to close it.
The venom and hatred in those eyes disappeared in an instant. The facial features of the strange old man in blue-gray shroud were distorted and frozen with fear. He fell heavily to the ground in front of Jiang Jingyuan's clothes with a loud "bang".
Jiang Jingyuan didn't dare to stay any longer. He moved backward quickly, putting some distance between himself and the strange, skinny old man who was lying on the ground and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
From the beginning to the end, she held the aqua-blue plum blossom sleeve arrow vigilantly, aiming it closely at the old man in shroud lying motionless on the ground, as if as long as it moved, she would decisively shoot a few more ice arrows at it.
At the same time, a thought flashed through Jiang Jingyuan's mind: "The plum blossom sleeve arrows and the 'Teng Snake' mark, and even the magic tools given by Rong Xiang can all be used normally, why is it that only the silver sachet is..."
Jiang Jingyuan frowned slightly for a moment. "The only thing is that the connection with the silver sachet is intermittent, as if it's been cut off by something."
She was just about to grasp this idea and think about it carefully, when her eyes moved and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow that appeared in a corner of the mourning hall and was slightly wriggling!
What is that?
Jiang Jingyuan just had some doubts in her mind, but she noticed the light in front of her dim out of the corner of her eye. She seemed to have thought of something in an instant, her face changed, and she moved her body to avoid it, but suddenly everything in front of her went dark.
Amidst the buzzing in her ears, there was a loud "bang" and Jiang Jingyuan suddenly felt unbearable pain all over her body, as if she was suffocating, and darkness flickered in front of her eyes.
After Jiang Jingyuan opened her tearful eyes wide and saw the scene clearly, her heart trembled again, and the back of her head hitting the ground seemed to make her suddenly dizzy.
A few blinks of an eye ago, in the dim mourning hall, an extremely skinny old man in shrouds, who looked exactly like the old man who had fallen to the ground before, fell from the sky with a ferocious roar and knocked her to the ground.
Why was Jiang Jingyuan so sure that this was a different person from the old man who had fallen to the ground earlier?
because……
The skinny old man in front of her, who looked like the most hideous ghost, roared at her angrily, scratched and bit her, but could not break through the barrier of flashing white light.
Suffocated by the heavy pressure, Jiang Jingyuan's expression was distorted with pain, but she still tried her best to open her eyes. Her sight passed over the huge, skinny and terrifying old man's head that was close at hand, and she saw a dozen skinny old men in blue-gray funeral clothes clinging to the beams of the mourning hall.
They climbed back and forth silently on all fours clinging to the beams, twisted their identical heads, and stared at her with eyes full of resentment and hatred!
“!!!”
Jiang Jingyuan opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth subconsciously. Just as she uttered a "What...", she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She instantly knew something bad was going to happen...
A chilling aura suddenly rose from the ground where her back was pressed, penetrated into her spine, and wandered among her flesh and bones like a group of ghosts.
Jiang Jingyuan couldn't breathe instantly, her facial features twisted in pain, her pale face flushed red as she suffocated, her whole body tensed and motionless, sweat mixed with tears wet the black hair on her temples and stuck to her cheeks.
pain!
It felt like thousands of ants were gnawing at her flesh and bones. It was itchy and painful. She didn't even have the strength to struggle. All her thoughts were focused on fighting the pain.
The tears didn't seem to flow as violently anymore, they just fell drop by drop from the corners of his eyes. Jiang Jingyuan's throat seemed to be stuck with something, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't make a sound.
"boom!!!"
The invisible and majestic spiritual power exploded around him, instantly blowing away the angry skinny old man in front of him, and also causing several identical skinny old men to fall from the roof beams -
Jiang Jingyuan stretched out her hand to support herself on the ground, and the water-colored jade ring on her left hand flashed with a cold light. She slowly sat up, hunched over and coughed violently. Strands of blood dripped onto her white dress, like cold plum blossoms in the snow.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Jiang Jingyuan sat on the cold ground, gasping for breath.
For a moment, a wheezing sound like crying, mixed with a few coughs, came from the smoke-filled mourning hall.
Jiang Jingyuan didn't know whether it was because he felt relieved after coughing up blood, or because of something else, but he felt that the cold energy between his flesh, blood and bones had dissipated for the most part in an instant.
A breeze blew from nowhere, and Jiang Jingyuan's sweat turned cold. Her dress stuck to her back, as if a cold little ghost was clinging to her back, rolling its eyes and staring at the back of her head with a cold gaze.
The smoke gradually became thinner. Jiang Jingyuan stood up and looked vigilantly at the group of blue-gray figures moving in the smoke in front of him, ready to strike.
call--
Suddenly a gust of wind blew from behind his head. Jiang Jingyuan was startled and turned around abruptly, raising his right hand holding the plum blossom sleeve arrow.
However……
"Bang!"
The blue-gray figure bumped into her just as she turned around. A white light flashed, and Jiang Jingyuan and the skinny old man were both knocked back, with a "crunching" sound under their feet.
Jiang Jingyuan barely managed to keep her footing when she saw the blue-gray figure rushing towards her again with its fangs and claws bared. At the same time, Jiang Jingyuan's eyes and heart trembled, and she also felt the strong wind coming from behind!
“Too close!”
It’s too close, too fast, there’s no way to dodge!
These weird skinny old men couldn't do anything to her, but they could trap her to death!!!
Jiang Jingyuan secretly thought that this was not good.
Her heart was beating rapidly for a moment and then settled down. Jiang Jingyuan's face was calm, and the aqua-blue plum blossom sleeve arrow disappeared in her hand in an instant. She clenched her fists and rushed straight towards the blue-gray figure in front of her. She didn't hide or evade, she wanted to open a path!
The fist wrapped in invisible spiritual power smashed into the skinny and terrifying face of the man, creating a deep dent, and squeezed the two eyes filled with resentment and hatred to bulge out horrifically.
At the same time, Jiang Jingyuan felt the silent resentment emanating from the face under her hand, as if a ghost was cursing and roaring in hatred in her mind: "Why are you alive? Why are you alive? Die, die, die! Why can you live? -"
The sunken face stared at her.
However, Jiang Jingyuan ignored it, endured the headache, and dodged several identical old men in blue clothes who were rushing towards him from behind. He punched each of them, and with a fist wrapped in various defensive magic weapons, he only needed to use a little spiritual power to make a dent in the old man's head.
Even if there were a few who dodged quickly, Jiang Jingyuan would stretch out his legs and sweep across, rushing forward with a fierce look and punching them twice.
In the dim mourning hall, a girl in white jumped and shuttled among the corpses of skinny old men lying all over the ground. She was as light as a white bird with spread wings and as strange as a ghost that appeared and disappeared at midnight. She either dodged or confronted the skinny old men who kept jumping down from the beams.
It was not until this moment that Jiang Jingyuan realized how useful these defensive magic weapons were.
After a pause, she suddenly thought, "Could it be that Rong Yejin knew that I would face this situation?!"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Jiang Jingyuan's blood ran cold.
——It couldn't be that she was struggling to survive here, while someone was quietly watching her from somewhere...
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