After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Outside the carriage, the snow was still falling.

But amidst the white snow, there is already an endless hell, a sea of ​​blood.

The blood came from the remains of some monks.

Many monks have died, and the monks who survived have years of sunburn on their faces, and their eyebrows are high, which is different from that of the people in the Central Plains.

Their origins can be recognized from the cassocks on their bodies—these people all come from that mysterious ancient temple that is so far away, the Lingkong Temple.

"Be careful--"

Someone let out an exclamation, but before the young monk he reminded had time to escape, there was already a strange wind and a green shadow in the air.

"Crack."

The sound of human neck breaking was much clearer and louder than people imagined. The monk's head was suddenly bound by several green vines, and then he turned to the side mercilessly.In just a short moment, the monk fell down limply while maintaining an unusually weird posture, dark lines of blood appeared from the corners of his eyes and lips.

A vine, then another.

No one can believe that there are such green plants in such a cold weather.

And these dense green plants are constantly slaughtering this group of monks.They seemed more like some kind of trained venomous snake than a plant with young leaves and buds.They hide in the snow, they are silent, fierce, and bloodthirsty. Whenever they pierce the air with snowflakes and pop out, a monk from Lingkong Temple will suddenly lose his life.

"careful!"

"Protect the elder!"

"Right right - damn it!"

……

Among this group of monks, there is a boy who looks very young but has an unusually calm expression. Standing in this group of monks who received the order and silently rushed to the Central Plains to kill people, he seemed so abrupt, but he also It is so harmonious.

His pitch-black pupils were so motionless that he stared at the dying monks and the increasingly dense vines in the arena. After a long time, the boy closed his eyes like an appointment.

"Use incense, there is no other way."

Finally, when another monk was caught by a vine, the carotid artery was punctured and most of the blood was sucked out, the boy who was called the "elder" by the people around him spoke solemnly.

He held a dark wooden box in his arms, after saying "Yongxiang", someone naturally helped him open the wooden box carefully.

Strange to say, the wooden box looks very inconspicuous on the outside, but when you open it, you feel as if there are countless fine golden lights flowing out of the box - in the center of the wooden box with patterns pasted with gold foil, there is a Very small candles.

The candle was green in color and looked as thick as a person's little finger, and the rough round body seemed to have been kneaded by someone.

But the monks of Lingkong Temple treated this candle with extra caution, even a little trepidation.

Without too much words, long before opening the wooden box, all the monks who were still alive had already taken out special plugs from their bosoms and blocked their nostrils.Naturally, what they did was not aimless.

Just because the candle ignited spontaneously without fire when it came into contact with the air outside the box——

A misty and dark fragrance spread out from the slightly green flame on the candle.

The fragrance should be light fragrance, but after opening it, it seems that every corner of the world is filled with this faint sweetness.

Of course, both Lin Mao and Jia Ruo in the carriage also smelled this faint fragrance at the same time.

"Well……"

The moment Jia Ruo smelled the fragrance, his eyes darkened, and Dang even wanted to raise his head to avoid the person beside him.

But it's a pity that the faint fragrance is really too faint, so faint that no one can avoid it.

Almost in an instant, Jia Ruo once again covered Lin Mao's wound with his lips.

But this time, he became crazier and more irrational than ever before.

"it hurts……"

Lin Mao let out a low cry of pain.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Jia Ruo's teeth seemed to have pierced his flesh, biting hard on his wrist bone.

All the blood and muscles were eaten into the monk's mouth, and Lin Mao felt as if he was being swallowed and eaten alive.

something is wrong-

Lin Mao thought.

Just when he was trying to break free from Jia Ruo, the faint fragrance entered his nostrils.

Lin Mao's eyes suddenly went away, obviously he was still suffering from severe pain, but his mind gradually became trance.

【"It hurts...why? Why did you do this to me?】

A voice trembling with pain resounded in the depths of his mind.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back. Even though he didn't know anything, his body still seemed to have the fear of that pain.

Small and dim fragments unfolded before his eyes bit by bit.

The sweet and strong rusty smell of blood was mixed with the smoke from the burning firewood, and the bitter smell of medicinal soup that seemed to dye the air brown.

The air was very hot, very humid and smoky.

A raging charcoal fire was burning in the small and hot room, and on top of the charcoal fire was a large cauldron with a strange shape. The continuously boiling decoction in the cauldron was the source of the damp water vapor and medicinal smell in the room.

But in this strange memory, Lin Mao was trying to shrink to the corner, so as to avoid the big cauldron... and the person who was gradually walking towards him.

That person's appearance was blurred in the mist, but what was certain was that he should be very old.

But even so, he still looked tall and strong, with gray hair hanging down, covering eyes that hid extreme sadness and madness.

Blood……

Tick ​​tock dripping from the wound on the wrist...

【"I can't help it, I really can't..."】

The blurred-faced old man whispered to Lin Mao in the illusion.

When he spoke, Lin Mao finally saw a small part of his face.

That man's lips are red, no...not red...

is blood.

The old man's mouth was full of blood, even his teeth were stained scarlet, so every time he said a word, dripping blood mixed with saliva would slowly flow down from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Mao felt his body began to tremble unconsciously, but at this moment, what came to his heart was not fear, but intense despair and anger.

He suddenly looked towards his painful wrist as if feeling something.

The wrist that came into view was slender and beautiful, with a unique beauty of curves, but on this wrist, there was a gap dripping with blood.

The skin and muscles have been turned out, and the white bones on the wrist can already be seen.

This is a wound from being bitten alive.

【"You can't help it? So you're going to treat me like this?"】

Lin Mao clearly heard "myself" questioning sadly.

In the dim light, there were two tear stains on the old man's face that were slightly shining.

【"I just want to..."】

Indistinctly, Lin Mao heard Xing Xinglin's voice coming from reality.

"Let him go—"

The illusion faded away bit by bit, Lin Mao blinked blankly.

The almost unbearable pain on the wrist caused the fantasy and reality to overlap for a moment, and for a moment Lin Mao couldn't even tell whether this body was real or not.He lowered his head in a daze, and saw Jia Ruo who was sucking his own blood, and Xing Xinglin who was trying to stop Jia Ruo - the latter was tightly entangled by vines, and he seemed to be strangled almost out of breath.

Of course, Xing Xinglin was far from the only one trapped by those vines.

Beside Xing Xinglin, the vines around the neck of the tall, white-haired young man had shrunk to the tightest, but the other party remained silent.

Xiaoqing?

Lin Mao blinked and looked at his little apprentice.

Compared with Xing Xinglin, Chang Xiaoqing is so quiet, but it is this quietness that makes him look extraordinarily terrifying.

That's right, Chang Xiaoqing was still unable to move at this time, and the vines on his body almost suffocated him - there were raised veins on both sides of his forehead and neck, and the hair on his forehead was wet with fine cold sweat.

But he, who was still glib before, was silent at this moment as if he had returned to the past.

He just looked at Lin Mao and Jia Ruo who was sucking blood with those deep and hot eyes.

For some reason, Lin Mao felt that the panic caused by the hallucinations and dizziness was disappearing bit by bit just by looking at him like this.

Ah, yes, Xiaoqing is still by my side...

"Wake up! You must wake up! This is Sanhunxiang! Cat, look at me—wake up!"

It seemed that someone was still shouting endlessly in Lin Mao's ear.

Lin Mao felt a slight disobedience, but the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made his brain extremely dull.

what happened?

Lin Mao thought in a daze.

As the blood drained, his body became colder and heavier.

Gradually, that distant and strange fantasy land flooded up again.

【"Tick tock...tick tock..."】

Still blood.

Blood is flowing from his body.

Only this time, "he" was already in the arms of the old man.

【"Crunch - crunch - crunch -"】

The sound of chewing was close at hand, Lin Mao raised his head slowly, trying to see the old man clearly.

But from "his" field of vision, he could only see the lower half of that person's face.

He probably used to be quite handsome. Even though aging had engraved wrinkles and brown spots on the old man's face, he could vaguely see a bit of tough outline through the inelastic skin.

But even so, the old man's current ferocity has long since shed the remaining bit of beautiful appearance.

The chewing sound was made by him, and what he was chewing at this time was the arm of "Lin Mao" in the illusion.

That's right, "his" arm was being held in the mouth by the other party, chewing carefully, even the bones, and then swallowing.

The author has something to say: Jia Ruo: I am green, and I also become stronger.

【Those who heard it wept and those who saw it were sad...】

Well, I finally wrote about the past...