Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

Ever since Xiao Hongying cut his heart and arm with a sword, although his hand has been reattached, his strength is no more than ten percent.

On the surface, he is still the third in command of the Rose Palace, but in fact, there is only an empty shelf left.

Not many people will really obey him.

And his illegitimate son, Jiang Yulang, the only bloodline left now, is completely hopeless.

With broken arms and legs, he was almost useless. The key point was that the face of "the most beautiful boy in the Rose Palace" was now sunken by beatings.

Wu Yuhai hated all of this, hated Huang San, hated Xiao Hongying, but he couldn't do anything.

He's already half useless.

At night, Wu Yuhai woke up from his sleep, sweating profusely.

He dreamed that his intestines and arms were broken, and blood flowed all over the floor.

He held the broken arm and wanted to ask the doctor to help him connect it, but when the doctor raised his head, he trembled with fright.

Because it was Xiao Hongying's face.

This extremely beautiful woman has now become his nightmare.

A look of pain appeared in Wu Yuhai's eyes, and when he thought of that face, his intestines felt a tearing pain.

Yes, this kind of pain actually didn't exist anymore, but it appeared in his stomach.

This is phantom pain.

He knew that if he couldn't pass this level, even if he still had the strength, he would be useless.

Hoo hoo...

Wu Yuhai looked at the wooden cabinet inside the house.

The swaying tree shadow outside the window happened to be reflected on the cabinet, like a ghost stretching out its sharp claws.

Faintly, he heard a slight breathing sound.

That breathing sound was in that cabinet.

He knew what that noise was.

For a moment, Wu Yuhai's eyes showed fanaticism.

He opened the cabinet. In the deepest part of the cabinet, there was a small wooden box covered with a black cloth.

The breathing sound came from the small wooden box.

He opened the box tremblingly.

Inside the box is a brightly colored fruit.

This fruit is in the shape of a human, and if you look closely, you will find some fuzzy facial features.

It was like an ugly baby, breathing softly.

It was given to him by the leader of one of his gangs.

Like Xizifeng, Rose Palace also has many industries outside of it. What is more powerful than Xizifeng is that many local snake gangs are originally one of Rose Palace's industries.

The leader of this gang said that he was robbed by a foreign drug dealer, and when he saw the extraordinary product, he didn't dare to move it, so he dedicated it to him.

When Wu Yuhai saw this thing, he knew it was a rare earth treasure. It contained a lot of medicinal effects, but at the same time it was a bit evil.

He knew that hundreds of years ago, when there were endless ways of practicing, this kind of thing played a big role in helping monks practice.

But at the same time, they have some hidden worries, that is, they are easy to trigger distortion.

According to legend, they are left by ancient practitioners or earth immortals who have entered the fairyland.

Ancient cultivators, or Earth Immortals, are people who have reached the other shore, and there is such a long time in between. They are very different from ordinary monks, and it is indeed risky to eat their food rashly.

If it was the past, Wu Yuhai would definitely not want to touch this thing.

Because he was only one step away from the cloud, and he was not very old, as long as he practiced in a regular manner, there would be no risk, and he could go further.

But now everything is different.

He looked at the fruit that was sleeping like a baby, and his throat rolled.

Wu Yuhai suddenly felt extremely thirsty.

Under the moonlight, the red human-shaped fruit is full of endless temptation.

It breathed lightly, as if telling him that with just one sip, just one sip, his thirst would be relieved and everything he had lost would come back.

Wu Yuhai picked up the red fruit, his eyes were red, and finally opened his mouth, biting off the "legs" of the fruit.

The scarlet pulp bloomed in the mouth, and the fruit made a sound like a cry of pain, but the blurred facial features were filled with a smile.

Wu Yuhai savored all this, a smile appeared on his face.

At first glance, it was exactly the same as that fruit's smile.

For a time, the night became darker.

......

On the other side of the Rose Palace, Su Ningshuang had already fallen asleep.

She had been to Qixia Temple, but she didn't tell anyone about it.

Since she came back that day, she has not said a word, and she looks more and more deserted.

She looks calm, she is the rose fairy in the eyes of outsiders, the future saint of the sect.

But in the dead of night, when she was lying in bed, that regretful and miserable mood would crawl all over her body like a strange insect, making her extremely uncomfortable.

This kind of discomfort is like a piece of snow between heaven and earth without any warmth, like a boat in the boundless deep sea, extremely lonely.

The scene of Duan Yu hugging Mu Yao and slashing with a sword has appeared in her dreams countless times.

That sword not only hurt her, buried her deep in the soil, but also cut her heart.

Tonight, Su Ningshuang was dreaming again, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She thought she would dream of Duan Yu and that bad woman again, and then wet the pillow when she woke up.

But this time, she didn't see Duan Yu.

Only one palace was seen.

The palace is snow-colored, extremely majestic, like a big mountain.

The clouds are all around it, it seems to grow in the sky.

Behind the palace is an even bigger tree.

This tree is like the legendary pillar of heaven, supporting the whole world without seeing the end.

It exudes a strange dark yellow light, as if all the afterglow of the setting sun is contained in it.

Su Ningshuang only felt her own insignificance, which was terrifyingly small.

A drop in the ocean is not enough to describe this insignificance, she only felt terrible paleness.

At this moment, a vague voice resounded between the heaven and the earth, as if an unknowable behemoth was whispering.

Immediately afterwards, a dark gray object climbed up around the huge tree trunk.

Su Ningshuang saw a "dragon".

No, that's not a dragon, even the most powerful and terrifying ancient dragon in the legend is not enough to compare with it.

Because it's just too big.

Su Ningshuang thought it was a dragon at first sight because of its cylindrical shape.

But when half of its body climbed up the giant tree, Su Ningshuang realized that it was a worm.

A worm with many legs and many hands.

Its torso is like the spine of a human body, and its hands and feet grow densely around, making one's scalp numb.

With just one glance, Su Ningshuang felt the taste of time as old as dusk.

This colossal creature seemed to exist at the beginning of the birth of the world, and it has gone through many vicissitudes, overlooking and ignoring everything in the world.

As it continued to climb, Su Ningshuang stopped breathing for a moment.

Due to the spine-like back of that strange insect, many eyes suddenly opened.

These eyes are lined up in a strange order, densely packed.

Su Ningshuang has a feeling that after being caught by these eyes, she will disappear in smoke.

But that thing is too huge and has lived for too long, she might not even be considered an ant in its eyes, so how could it cast its gaze on her.

But in the next moment, those eyes suddenly looked at her.

A sound rang in her ears, as if the sound of ancient breathing came to her ears through a long time.

That is the gaze that cannot be looked directly at, that is the voice that cannot be touched.

Su Ningshuang only felt that her soul was broken and reborn countless times at this moment.

Those terrifying eyes are like mirrors, reflecting countless selves at once.

They looked at themselves, familiar and unfamiliar.

The next moment, they suddenly crawled out, as if one by one they wanted to climb out of the ancient well and replace themselves.

No!

Su Ningshuang woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat, her body could not help but tremble slightly.

She is afraid.

terrified.

The moonlight poured down through the window, and in the empty house, Su Ningshuang felt extremely lonely.

She thought again of the huge palace in the dream, where she was alone, and it was terribly empty.

The dream just now was extremely absurd. There would not be such a grand palace, such a huge tree, or such a weird giant worm in this world.

But it gave her a sense of reality.

Suddenly, Su Ningshuang clutched her aching head and began to cry silently.

She suddenly missed Duan Yu very much.

Want it so so much.

In the past, she didn't know what loneliness was at all, and she felt that it didn't matter if there were others on the road, because she thought she would be the one who walked the fastest and climbed the highest.

But at this moment, she suddenly missed the past.

In the house in front of the two jujube trees, there is a young man with a beautiful smile.

It seemed as if he would always be there, waiting for her in that bright candle.

She found that she couldn't bear the desolate loneliness at all.

She knows that no matter how far a sea-going ship sails, it will eventually look forward to docking at the port, no matter how high an eagle flies, there will be time to return home, and no matter how lonely a prodigal son is, on a cold rainy night, he is always looking forward to a lamp. Man waits for himself.

She used to have all this, but unfortunately she didn't cherish it. Only then did she realize that she regretted it.

If she hadn't separated from Duan Yu back then, if Duan Yu was still by his side, she definitely wouldn't be so scared tonight.

Even if she will die.

What she is afraid of is not death, but the loss of extreme loneliness, and the fear of the deep unknown.

It's like sailing in a huge boundless sea, without even an anchor.

After that, Su Ningshuang stood up.

She wanted to see Duan Yu.

These days, she has been there several times, standing outside his house and watching him quietly.

Especially when he was alone in the room, she would feel better.

The fear and loneliness of that dream still lingered all over her body, Su Ningshuang had already put on her clothes and went out.

She is a lost ship trying to see her anchor.