In the dream, Tiying was very anxious.
However, she didn't have to worry for long before she saw herself in the dream taking back control of her body.
The Tiying was stunned for a moment in confusion, as if she didn't understand why she called Jiang Xuehe by the wrong name.
However, the Tiying in the dream didn't have much time to dwell on this.
She was about to tease her senior brother again, but she heard low-level demons wandering outside the cave and roaring.
Tiying, who entered the dream, was confused and frightened, and found that she actually understood the meaning of the sounds made by the demons: the lower demons discovered the traces of the immortal disciples that the demon king had been paying attention to, and came to report to the demon king.
But Tiying in the dream suddenly lost interest in her senior brother.
She stood up and was about to leave, when a hair tie suddenly flew out from the tied senior brother's wrist and wrapped around her waist.
Tiying was dragged backwards.
Her temper is as bad as Ti Ying's in real life: "You bully me!"
She was dragged back, knelt down on the futon, and looked at her tied senior brother. After pulling her down, the hair tie hung loosely and rested on their slightly wrinkled robes.
Tiying was angry.
The young man's hand reached over, brushed her cheek, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Tiying's heart was trembling, as if she was being brushed by feathers. She was dumbfounded and confused, and found that her chin was lifted by the young man in her dream.
So close.
You can even see the color of the senior brother's eyelashes and pupils clearly.
Tiying was so flustered.
She heard her senior brother say slowly: "Didn't you say that if I stay with you, you won't kill the disciples of the Immortal Sect?"
The Tiying in the dream burst into laughter.
She crooked her face and laughed at him: "Huh, I'm just kidding you. You are an immortal, you really want to transform me into a demon, right? I am a demon, I have no human emotions. I don't like you at all and don't care about you. , are you so sad?"
She uttered mean words: "You deserve it."
When Tiying entered the dream, before she could understand what "like" meant, she saw a sweet smile on her young cheeks in the dream, but her eyes were a little sinister.
Demonic energy surrounded him.
Tiying whimpered in her dream.
She was a little scared by herself in the dream.
The senior brother looked at her silently and said nothing.
Even Tiying, who entered the dream, felt that the self in the dream seemed a bit too bad...a little worse than herself in reality.
When Tiying was thinking wildly, she heard her senior brother's gentle voice: "Even if you enter the devil's path, it's not impossible to cultivate the great path. As a brother..."
When Tiying entered the dream, she was still thinking about how nice his voice was, when she saw herself in the dream slapping his hand away.
Tiying was arrogant: "I just want to kill all the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and I just want to kill the person who destroyed my sect... Are you coming to kill me? Who wants to cultivate the great way? Give up, I won't do it!"
She pushed him away and hurriedly left here to carry out the murder plan.
She was thinking about killing this one today and which one she would kill tomorrow. As for whether the thought of killing would make her fall deeper into the devil, she no longer cared.
And the senior brother raised his sleeves again.
Because the two of them were too close before, this time, he did not pass the hair tie, but only stretched out his cold hands to hold her waist.
Tiying fell back and fell on him. She twisted her waist and glared at the young man angrily.
Tiying's tone was impatient: "You think I really won't treat you..."
"Little baby," Jiang Xuehe said calmly, "Senior brother will accompany you."
Tiying was stunned.
She in the dream, the confused Tiying who was hiding in her own body in the dream, raised her head together with her soul, looking at such a young man.
Tiying saw him raise his wrist.
He had a hair tie wrapped around his wrist.
The pink color and the soft gauze were delicate things that belonged to his daughter's family and should not have appeared on him.
He took off the hair tie little by little.
He held Tiying's wrist, lowered his eyes, and tied the hairband around her wrist little by little.
Tiying's soft and slender hand fell into his dry palm, and his breath surrounded her, making her feel dizzy again, giving rise to a lot of unknown fear and panic.
The cave was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
His fingertips brushed against the back of her hand.
Like floating clouds, gentle and unintentional.
Tiying's ear beads were soft, her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips pursed.
Tiying heard her senior brother calmly say: "The day you became a demon, I was not with you. Such a thing will never happen again.
"Baby."
Tiying was unhappy, lowering her head to look at the hairbands wrapped around her wrists.
When she entered the nightmare at a young age, she was just in a trance, confused, frightened, and confused.
When he lowered his head, his black hair fell on her wrist, and a voice as clear as snow mist said in Tiying's ear -
"Senior brother prefers you."
The hairband was securely wrapped around Tiying's wrist.
The rain and wind were dripping, all the demons were howling, and the electric light was thundering outside. She knelt in front of him, lowered her head to listen to the tinkling of the water, and raised her head to look at Ruyusi.
Lower your head and raise your head, the scenery is infinite.
When the lightning flashed across the sky again, Tiying fell out of this dream.
--
Tiying, whose spiritual power was greatly depleted, had more than one nightmare in one night.
In reality, when Jiang Xuehe returned to the inn, opened the curtain and tested the temperature on the girl's forehead with the back of his hand, Tiying entered her second dream.
So cold, so quiet, so painful.
In her dream, Tiying shivered and heard chaotic and excited sounds around her——
"Master, this will destroy all the spiritual power in the little witch and strip her of her spiritual roots, right? This is our witch. Can her spiritual roots be sold at a good price and given to us in exchange for many good things? ?”
"In this case, our village will be able to gain wealth and outstanding people for thousands of years, right?"
"Master, you have to be careful, our little witch is very powerful...ah, she's awake!"
Tiying opened her eyes.
The sky is like drops of ink.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the sky topped by black clouds.
The chanting of talismans is like a distant and low-spirited song, surrounding all directions. She couldn't move her whole body, and the piercing pain was like a needle, rushing through her body, flowing along the seven meridians, making her more and more painful...
Tiying was confused.
She found herself being laid flat on an empty altar-like place. The altar is covered with talismans, there is little smoke from the village cooking stoves, and the talismans fly like withered butterflies.
Under the altar, the villagers were kneeling. They were like fanatical animals and believers, looking up at the young girl on the stage with fearful eyes.
Tiying moved her hands and feet and looked down at her fleshy child's wrist which had red marks from being strangled by the magic weapon...
The sound of chanting mantras continued all around, the voices of the villagers.
There was a dull thunder in the sky.
The first drop of rain fell and splashed on Tiying's forehead.
When she moved, the tearing pain made her scream - "Ah!"
The little girl's piercing scream did not come out because her mouth was also blocked by a piece of cloth.
As soon as she struggled, the kneeling villagers below chanted the curse even louder: "Quick, quick. Don't let her break free, don't let her speak to offend the gods!"
Amidst the chanting of the incantation, strands of ghosts floated from the sky and the earth, lying near the altar one by one, drooling, and staring at the little girl on the altar with greedy eyes.
In some places, there are sacrifices to shrine maidens.
For a long moment, Tiying didn't know whether this was reality or a nightmare. She seemed to have returned to the village where she lived when she was a child, back to when she was ten years old...
She was ten years old again.
She is trapped in the "Tattoo Man's Curse that will destroy all directions in all directions".
This must be the most cruel Taoist forbidden spell in the world - summoning ghosts with grievances within a hundred miles, forming a seal with the person who was cursed, and transferring all the hatred and resentment from the ghost to this living person.
From then on, these ghosts were bound to this living person day and night, followed day and night, and entangled day and night.
This living person must be awake and be sealed by the ghosts one by one on the altar. For ten days and ten nights, the curse will be completed, and from then on, he will usher in the rest of his life that will never be recovered.
Everyone who is cursed with the curse of annihilating tattooed people in all directions will be deprived of all precious things, including facial features and voice... even if they are not dead, they will also be crazy.
And to lay such a vicious curse, to have such evil thoughts and resentments transformed by one person... In a way, this turned out to be a spell with benevolent thoughts.
It sacrifices one person in exchange for a wish - a very beautiful wish.
Tiying was in severe pain, and the spiritual roots in her body were peeling off little by little. Along with the "Tattoo Man's Curse to Destroy in All Directions" and the coldness in her body...
There were also the numb and gloomy faces of the ghosts, rushing towards her one by one.
She yelled: "Go away! Go away! You all go away!"
But her mouth was blocked and she couldn't make a sound.
Between the eaves and the earthen wall, these ghosts made her sweat dripping with cold sweat, and stars splashed in front of her eyes. She watched them enter her body one after another, peeling off the spiritual roots in her sea of consciousness...
She seemed to be back when she was ten years old.
She lay down on the altar again, next to the "Cultura that will destroy the tattooed people in all directions"...
In a trance and in pain, she heard people chanting mantras around her, mixed with people's pious and urgent wishes:
"I hope our village will become a golden platform and a land of beauties from now on, where men will be promoted and get rich, women will have happy marriages, our village will have outstanding people, and the wealth and aura will last for a hundred years!"
"May the little witch die quickly and stop torturing herself and us."
"Quick, quick, put one more talisman given by the Taoist Master!"
Tiying's face was full of water.
I don’t know if it was tears or sweat.
Yellow talismans flew towards her from behind the dark sky, and the talismans trapped her with the power of restraint.
Make a deal with a ghost.
But the price was hers.
It’s ten-year-old Tiying.
Those ghosts were so dark that they pounced on her like locusts. In great fear and pain, she couldn't tell the difference between true and false, and couldn't figure out the reason.
She cried loudly:
"Master! Master, save me! Why didn't I leave that village? Why am I still under that tattooing curse? Master, haven't you already rescued me?"
"Master, Xiaoying will listen to you obediently. If Xiaoying doesn't quarrel with you anymore, he won't be willful anymore...Save me, save me!"
The sky was dark, with thunder and lightning.
The ten-year-old girl couldn't wait for the person to save her.
The rain was cold, the wind was whining, and in her panic, a tall figure with a hood flashed in Tiying's mind, standing in the mountain mist, with his black clothes stained with snow.
She felt vaguely hopeful.
At the end of the dream, the voiceless little girl shouted in her heart:
"Senior brother, senior brother!"
"help me--"
"help me--"
--
In reality, Jiang Xuehe heard faint sobs while meditating.
He immediately stood up and left the outer room, walked around the screen, and opened the curtain: "Junior sister?"
He knelt on the couch and saw the girl shivering violently under the quilt, breathing hard and covered with sweat. Afraid of something bad, when he leaned over to touch her forehead, Tiying, who was having a nightmare, suddenly grabbed his arm and clung to it like a driftwood.
She cried: "Senior brother..."
She confused her two nightmares and cried almost to death in her sleep: "Didn't you say you wanted to favor me?"
Jiang Xuehe looked at her tear-stained cheeks, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a sap, and he shrank from his usual calm mind.
The hood was thrown beside the couch - the young man paused for a long time.
The candlelight flickered, and in the sudden silence, he slowly leaned forward, a long and silent tug of war between men and women.
His hair fell on her trembling and curled wrist: "Why do I prefer you?"
"tell me."
The green tent hangs down and the moon is in the sky.
