The overwhelming light was leaving him, and Bailian's world suddenly fell into darkness.
In the courtyard outside the window, the old tree bloomed at some unknown time.
The flowers are fragrant at night, the apricot blossoms are rustling, and the light and shadow are swaying.
The female corpse sat down under the red silk curtains of the beam, staring into the void with her dull gray eyes.
Balian's eyes were a little distracted, and his pair of dark eyes were like two deep whirlpools in a dream, as if his consciousness was chaotic and he didn't know where he was.
In the never-beating heart, a corpse bead ignited, suffocating in the chest, emitting a fierce but dying light.
In his ears, for a moment, there was a confusing illusion of the sword tower, and for a while, it turned into Fang Geyu's miserable expression with his eyes closed and helpless tears.
Both of them are trapped in the confusion of memories of the past. If they can't save themselves, how can they bring each other back to the reality of the world from the end of the other side.
But the two of them didn't know that at this moment, the female corpse's blind eyes were fixed on their two tightly held palms.
She clearly couldn't see anything, but as if she had some realization, her eyeballs gradually became bloodshot.
The sarcastic sneer on her face became deeper and deeper, and she danced lightly with her fingers, like rain hitting the drum, falling strongly and quickly on the human skin drum head.
Fingers flicked rapidly, bloody lips murmured and sang.
"The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the dew turns to frost, and the swallows say goodbye and fly south."
"I miss you so much when you travel, and I miss you so much when you return to your hometown. How can you stay and send me somewhere else?"
"My humble concubine stays alone in an empty room. She worries about you and misses you so much that she doesn't dare to forget her. She sheds tears on her clothes."
The red thread of the two-phase ghost marriage snaked in mid-air and quickly fell out of the bright red mark on their wrists.
The slender red thread was stretched to the extreme, with sharp ends at both ends. With two hisses, it sank into the hearts of Bai Lian and Fang Geyu respectively, without causing any blood damage to either of them. Then the red thread quickly disappeared.
Balian only heard a buzzing sound in his head, as if a bow string was suddenly broken.
He raised his fist and smashed it towards his heart, causing blood to surge up. The fishy sweetness in his throat made his dark and deep eyes briefly clear.
Not daring to delay at all, he was about to raise his fingers to rub the jade in the green water and summon the strange little sword, but found that his arms were so weak that he could not use even half of his spiritual power and physical strength.
Bai Lian was shocked.
The female corpse tilted her head and let out a sigh, as if she didn't expect that Balian could break free from the human skin drum's soul-obsessing technique again.
However, the more you resist the soul-obsessing magic, the stronger the feedback will be to erode your body, taking away control of your body.
So what if it is a state of clarity.
Balian gritted his teeth and called out incoherently: "Fang...ge..."
At some point, Fang Geyu, who was lying next to him, changed into an oppressive posture, with all her petite and exquisite body pressed against his body.
I don’t know what kind of sad thing I dreamed about, but the long black eyelashes were stained with tears and trembled.
The corners of her eyes were wet and red, with traces of tears still lingering. Her thin body was trembling slightly, but the slender arms that tightened around his waist were extremely strong, but they were not as weak as his.
Bailian had never seen such an abnormal Fang Geyu, and his call was not meaningless.
The girl who was pillowing on his chest slowly opened her eyes, waking up from her slumber. Her pupils as bright as obsidian seemed to hide thousands of sorrows, which eventually turned into mist, and her tears rolled down into beads. On that delicate and elegant face It slipped silently from his face.
For a moment, he looked extremely sad.
Seeing her like this, Balian didn't know where he got the strength to raise his fingers with difficulty, and weakly wiped the corners of her eyes.
He said: "Stop crying."
The thread of ghost marriage is closely connected. What he experienced just now was not only his own despair, but also Fang Geyu's, and he also had a glimpse of it.
At this moment, he finally understood who the two people Fang Geyu originally said he wanted to save with the emperor's secret treasure in Xianling City were.
No, in a sense, the two people Fang Geyu wanted to save couldn't even be called human beings.
That's the real sadness.
Balian bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain took back a little control of his body. He wanted to say that the threat of the female corpse was still there, so Fang Geyu should cheer up first.
But the next moment, Bailian noticed something strange about Fang Geyu.
Her eyes were bright, but also dark, like a bottomless cold pool. She seemed to be awake, but in fact, her soul was still sinking into silence and was nowhere to be found.
Her eyebrows are elegant, her eyes are full of tears, the girl's long, long dark hair is spread on both sides of his chest, and the remaining red at the end of her eyes has not yet faded away.
She suddenly laughed infatuatedly, and moved forward like a clinging cat.
There was a moment of astonishment on Bailian's face, and he was not allowed to stop anything. The girl's eyebrows were pressed against his chin.
Rubbing it gently like a baby, she exhaled a warm orchid breath with red lips and white teeth, and breathed on Balian's neck. There was a pool of water in her eyes, and she said in a greasy voice: "Si Chen, Si Chen, I have a nightmare, please come and comfort me quickly."
This voice was frighteningly soft and crisp to death.
The girl's beautiful voice still contained a bit of grievance as she choked in shock, and she softly called his name, looking completely pitiful.
Where can I see even half of the arrogance and arrogance that the eldest lady usually has.
It's like a hedgehog with its spikes pulled out, exposing its soft belly without any defense. The sound is like a kitten's claws scratching people's hearts. It doesn't have any lethality, but it makes people feel itchy.
For a moment, Bailian couldn't decide whether Fang Geyu was awake. If he didn't wake up, why did he call his name?
But if he was sober, there was absolutely no way that Fang Geyu, whom Bai Lian knew, could show such a soft side.
The soft breathing brought a somewhat ambiguous warmth, which warmed the skin on his neck.
Balian rolled his Adam's apple involuntarily and was about to speak when he heard Fang Geyu let out a light sigh, as if he had discovered something interesting: "What is it? It moves?"
She narrowed her eyes and chuckled, then pressed her head, opened her mouth slightly, and took a gentle bite on the rolling Adam's apple.
Balian didn't make a sound, but his brows were extremely low.
There was a pair of sharp tiger teeth under the girl's lips, grinding them like a milk dog's teeth. He could clearly feel the soft touch.
This is definitely not Fang Geyu in a normal state!
He tilted his head and glared hard at the female corpse in red.
As if she sensed Balian's gaze, the female corpse smiled coldly, her ghostly body fluttering in the windless air under the beams, and there was a sound of drums around her waist.
"I captured a remnant of her soul and allowed her to see her deepest fear in her memory in her dream. You must have experienced it too. I don't know when you had the courage to be able to recall it. Wake up from the illusion.
But she is not so lucky. Fear and despair have taken over her entire soul. Now she seems to regard you as Si Chen in her mouth and as her last support. "
Balian's body felt slightly cold.
