The journey back to the main city is very long.
Compared with the physical fatigue that could be relieved by the elixir, the huge mental pressure made her feel more uncomfortable.
Overcoming fear is not an easy thing. After all, what she had to face was not trivial matters, but major matters related to her life.
She is not as strong as she imagined. But her spirit was strong enough to force her to stick to her current journey. Reason told her that avoiding was useless. She could only survive by defeating Qin Ming and seizing the chance of life from his opponent.
Ningxia firmly believes in this and constantly emphasizes this point of view to herself to accumulate more courage and ensure that she will not retreat.
The journey is long, but it has an end. Regardless of whether Ningxia was ready or not, she eventually came to the place of decisive battle.
Looking at the familiar place in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fate in her heart.
The place is still the same, the situation has not changed, the guards are still the same, but the purpose is gone.
A month ago, she didn't know anything, so she sneaked in stupidly and boldly to find the inheritance. A month later, she knew everything, but she still foolishly rushed to die. It’s really hard to lament the changes in the world. I don’t know if I can come out alive in the end.
Ningxia was feeling cold and sad in its mind, but the team was constantly conducting "security checks".
Tong Ning's death did not increase the number of guards in the city. Perhaps, the other party is waiting for Ningxia to fall into the trap, and there is no way to increase the difficulty of entering the city.
Ningxia successfully followed the large team into the city.
But this is just a small step in the "Long March" and everything has just begun.
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In the dim dark room, a ticking sound came from the room, as if there was some liquid flowing.
Accompanied by a continuous roar of pain, it was horrifying.
A human figure fell on the gravel ground and kept twisting, making a "ho ho" sound from his mouth, full of pain and struggle.
A fluffy white mist rose from his body, and the surrounding rocks seemed to have encountered something cold, with a thin layer of wafers floating on the surface.
The torture continued, and the guy lying on the ground had fainted from the torture. Only his hamstrings that kept twitching could tell that he was not dead.
There was also a person sitting in the middle of the dark room, ah no, I should say it was a zombie.
He looked at the guy lying limply on the ground with no expression.
"Fainted?"
No one in the dark room answered, and the only answer he received was the patter of a voice coming from nowhere.
Qin Ming withdrew his gaze from the other party and ignored him.
He slowly walked deeper into the darkroom, sat down somewhere, and his expression softened.
"Tong Ning. How are you feeling today?"
No one responded to him, and he didn't care. He chuckled as if he was treating a willful person.
"That's right. You can't answer me now. If it were normal, you would have jumped up a long time ago, so you would still stay here and listen to my nonsense."
"Although your honest appearance is not bad. But I started to miss your flea-like appearance again, and I feel that the world is not so boring with you around."
"Haha...what am I talking about? You are always by my side."
"Didn't you say before that you wanted to go out and leave here? Soon we will be able to go out and see the outside world and meet old friends we haven't seen for many years."
"The physical shaping of that guy is almost complete. We will soon be able to break this space and go outside. Are you happy?"
"What? Oh, I know that guy has bad intentions. He will definitely not let us go after he succeeds. But don't be afraid, I have a backup plan, and that guy can't do anything to us."
"As long as you stay here and wait until the body is formed, everything will be fine."
"Maybe the process will be a little painful. But don't be afraid, I will accompany you. Those who hurt you, I will let them taste ten times the pain."
"Look, I've brought you some hors d'oeuvres."
"Don't you always hate him? How about I let him stay with you here."
"Don't worry. The most sumptuous dish hasn't been served yet, but it's not far away. Just wait and she will be in front of you in no time."
The man with tender brows overflowed with a sinister murderous look, and his eyes were dyed an unusual blood red.
"I swear, I will let her experience all kinds of pain, ten times more painful than you, eternal life in purgatory. I swear."
The man stood up from the couch, slowly knelt down, bent down and kissed something gently, his face full of piety, as if he was treating his beloved. Then he turned around and left, leaving behind the treasures in the darkroom and a certain man who had passed out.
After Qin Ming left, the darkroom returned to darkness and silence.
Suddenly, a place suddenly lit up, and a huge totem lit up with silver-white light from the ground, illuminating the entire dark room.
I saw a tall stone platform where Qin Ming was sitting just now. There was a viscous scarlet liquid flowing in the sunken area around it, and a strange smell spread throughout the space.
Mysterious totems are floating in the blood-red liquid, as if they are three-dimensional, and white flocs are floating between the totems, which is very strange.
On the edge of the stone platform, there are bright red Manzhushahua blooming, which is so charming and terrifying. The flowers become more and more delicate and beautiful under the rendering of the liquid below, revealing an almost eerie beauty.
And there was a bloody object on the high stone platform.
This thing has a weird shape, with abnormal protrusions around it, pits, and large black stains stuck to it, as if it had been burned, and the original shape cannot be seen.
What's even more frightening is that it seems to be alive, beating fiercely one arch after another. The silver-white totem became more and more active, as if it was slowly filling in something.
If Ningxia were here, she would definitely recognize it as a heart.
A heart that once beat in a person's chest.
————Replace immediately. Replace immediately————
"Who knows!" Renzu looked at the young man in the distance who was clasping his tennis racket angrily with an incomprehensible expression.
-----I am the dividing line of a memory-----
The little boy and the chestnut-haired boy quickly became good friends. Although one took the initiative to make friends and the other passively accepted them, they were surprisingly in tune with each other.
But the chestnut-haired boy is very popular. He has many friends, not just the little boy.
"Shun-kun, can you come here?" "Shun-kun, let's play dodgeball together." "Shun-kun, can you play with me?"
Every time Shun invited the little boy to play with others, he would be rejected, but he was not discouraged and would invite him again next time.
The little boy watched the departing figure with dark eyes. He buried his head in his knees and could not see his expression clearly.
So lonely.
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