This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe ran away from the Tarsus faction desperately, he had never run so fast before.

At the same time, his heart was filled with unprecedented fear.When he realized that it was Rong Xuehuai who murdered that handsome young man on the ground, Wen Zhe's heart almost turned cold.It was as if someone had ripped out a piece of his heart and filled it with ice.

How could it be Rong Xuehuai?Why was it Rong Xuehuai?

Wen Zhe can accept anyone standing there, but that person cannot be Rong Xuehuai.It was the other party who personally rescued him from hell and taught him warmth, persistence, self-esteem and love.But now, it was Rong Xuehuai who changed his face that he had never seen before, as if laughing at him: You have been in hell and never left.

It wasn't until after running for a long time that Wen Zhe realized that the spiritual energy in his body had been exhausted, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.Panting heavily, he raised his head and surveyed the illusion around him.

... He actually subconsciously ran back to the Yingri domain unconsciously.If you want to find out why, it's probably because this is the home that makes him feel safest.

This is really ironic, the person who made the other party's place a safe haven in Wen Zhe's mind turned out to be the chief culprit for him fleeing in such a panic now.

Wen Zhe looked around at the plants and trees that he was already familiar with, and turned his eyes away from Yuzhi Peak as if tearing them apart, across West Peak, Buzhu Peak, Jushuang Peak, and... Xiaotie Peak.

Wen Zhe really hated himself for having such a good memory. Rong Xuehuai's original warning echoed in his ears the moment his eyes stopped on Xiao Tiefeng: "You can go anywhere in Yingri Region, but Xiao Tiefeng is The punishment hall. Qingqing, I don't want you to go there."

Rong Xuehuai once told Wen Zhe a fairy tale called Blue Beard.In the story, each of Bluebeard's wives failed to resist the temptation of the door that could not be opened.After opening the door, the blood-stained keys sent them into desperation one after another.

Will Little Iron Peak be a door that cannot be opened?

This is the torture hall... Is there anything inside that Rong Xuehuai doesn't want Wen Zhe to see?

At this moment, Wen Zhe really felt the urge to enter Xiaotiefeng that swept over his body.He is like every child who hides under the covers and flips through horror stories in fear, his fingers uncontrollably turn the story to the next page, and then the next page...

After standing alone for a long time, Wen Zhe finally made up his mind, took a deep breath and walked towards the torture hall.

Just like the first time between him and Rong Xuehuai.A tricky situation that was not expected at all came suddenly, no matter how much he was afraid and cowering in his heart, he had to face it head on and face everything in the end.

The lobby was decorated elegantly enough that Wen Zhe almost suspected that he had come to the wrong place.But when he opened the hidden secret door on the door, Wen Zhe's heart sank.

He walked down a long, dimly lit corridor.The air here is filthy, and there is a faint smell of blood at the end of the corridor.Wen Zhe stopped for a moment on the way, and continued to move forward after re-preparing himself for the worse.

After walking for a while, the corridor widened slightly, and rows of cells appeared on both sides.I don't know how much blood has been seen in these cells. The instruments of torture soaked in blood have long since turned black, and there are also large pools of dried blood on the ground.

Every cell is empty and dark, like a gloomy face.There is no pleading and screaming in Wen Zhe's imagination, but "empty" may mean another more terrible result.

Every cell here has traces of use, so what about the people who used to live in it?Where did they all go?

Wen Zhe gritted his teeth tightly and walked to the end of the road.

There is a very special house at the end, and there is no blood stain on the door wall.It's just that there is a faint cold breath constantly leaking out from the crack in the door.It seemed to be a silent rejection, and it also seemed to be a deliberate temptation.

Wen Zhe pushed open the door.

The room was astonishingly cold and also astonishingly white.The whole room was empty, except for an ice coffin in the center.Looking at it from Wen Zhe's angle, one can vaguely see that there is a person lying in the ice coffin.

Wen Zhe's Adam's apple rolled, he collected himself and walked over.

The ice coffin is transparent, and Wen Zhe can clearly see the face of the dead person lying supine in it.The person who appeared in the ice coffin was really beyond Wen Zhe's expectation, but also within the reason of his thinking.

He was the half-demon young man that Rong Xuehuai took away from the auction.

The appearance of this corpse was truly appalling.He was wearing white clothes covering his body, and he couldn't see if there was anything "strange" under the white clothes.But as far as he could see, he was missing a calf, and the other three limbs were hanging limply, as if they had been forcibly folded into several sections.None of the nails on his ten fingers were intact, and his mouth was sunken, as if someone had broken all his teeth.In addition, Wen Zhe could also see a little blood in one of his ears that hadn't been wiped clean.

Wen Zhe's pupils trembled, moving from the young man's bruised face to his body.The pair of snow-white wings glimpsed in the photo balls have disappeared, and I don't know if they were torn off by life.This shriveled and emaciated body made one wonder how tortured he had been before his death.

The truth is now clearly revealed: Rong Xuehuai bought this half-demon just to find someone for him to ravage.

Wen Zhe couldn't watch anymore, he covered his mouth and retched heavily.The facts were so clear, but his emotions still refused to believe it. Only his reason and his stomach protested to him at the same time.

Every cell in his body was screaming for danger, and every consciousness was urging him to run.After retching, Wen Zhe knelt down against the ice coffin weakly.He slumped his forehead against the cold coffin lid, and vaguely had a negative thought: Anyone is fine, come and finish me.

I would rather die.Wen Zhe thought: I would rather die, even if it is the most tragic way, I definitely don't want to accept this answer.

For a moment, Wen Zhe thought that he had been completely hollowed out from the inside, leaving only an empty skin, and even the echo of the wind came from his head.

However, the five senses gradually returned to his body, and his rationality gradually grew stronger.Wen Zhe took a deep breath, forcing himself to restrain all his weakness, stood up, and staggered out.He looked the same as when he just walked into the ice room, except that his face was paler and his eyes were emptied.

When he walked out, he even remembered to close the door of the ice room.After doing this, he looked at the empty corridor, and there was only a blank in his mind.He flipped through his thoughts desperately, trying to find something for himself to do.In the end, a faint voice answered him from the bottom of his heart: "Run."

So Wen Zhe ran away again.It's just that compared to the behavior of running for his life just now, he ran so carelessly this time.Whether it's fear, shrinking, or timidity... All emotions seem to have been withdrawn from his body, and the only thing left is endless numbness.

He had been running for more than ten miles before he woke up from this state and was half-distracted. He vaguely felt a little fleeting fear.His body seemed to be very tired, but it didn't seem very tired.Wen Zhe felt his situation seriously, and then sat down without warning.

He didn't actually go very far, but whatever.

Wen Zhe just sat there blankly, looking up blankly at a cloud in the sky slowly drifting out of his field of vision.For some reason, his eyes were sore, and after he blinked, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

I'm not sad ah?Wen Zhe thought in confusion: Why am I crying?

Tears are really capricious, even if only one drop is shed, you have to be strong and use weakness to occupy your whole heart.

Wen Zhe just looked at the clouds in the sky.The clouds in the sky are floating slowly, slowly, slowly.When No. 18 clouds were blown out of his field of vision, Wen Zhe gradually realized what happened just now and what these things meant.

He barely supported his body and sat upright, only to feel a muffled sound like rusty iron bars rubbing against each other from every inch of bone.His eyes flowed to his ring finger, where he wore a ring, and the stone inlaid on the ring was bright red, like a drop of blood.

It was the first time Wen Zhe noticed that the red color was so dazzling.It was like an eye full of resentment and grievance, silently looking at Wen Zhe.Questioning sadly and resentingly.Wen Zhe looked at the ring in a daze, as if he saw blood and tears dripping from someone's eyes.

He suddenly trembled, took off the ring, and threw it not far away with trembling hands.

In addition to letting Rong Xuehuai know where he is, this ring has another small additional function: if Wen Zhe or Rong Xuehuai didn't want to take it off himself, no one would be able to take it off unless they cut off their fingers. Take off the ring.

And when Wen Zhe resisted it from the bottom of his heart, the ring slipped off Wen Zhe's finger as smoothly as running water.

The moment the ring rolled to the ground, there was a muffled sound of disintegration from the rock on which Wen Zhe was leaning.For a moment the whole mountain seemed to shake slightly.Wen Zhe swayed with the rocks under his feet, and when he looked closely again, there was a crack in the mountain where the ring landed, and the ring itself was indeed nowhere to be found.

Wen Zhe stared blankly at the dark and deep crack for a long time.Just now, a ring fell from there, a token of a lifetime promise.

But at this moment, what he didn't know was that someone reached out from the hollowed-out mountain and caught the ring just right.

The man was wearing a cloak, which was the same color as the surrounding environment. It was obviously a specially refined concealed magic weapon.He shook the ring in his hand, thinking about the two things he was ordered to do.

Bring a photo ball and a letter to Lord Tulip, and ambush in the mountains here to get this ring.

Do you want to kill that half-demon up there?A murderous intent flashed between the man's brows, but he still pressed down, and quietly escaped through a secret passage.

——Forget it, the Lord has told him not to make extra troubles.

At this moment, Wen Zhe was unaware of that person's actions and the other's departure.

In the distance, the ring on Rong Xuehuai's hand was as cold as ice, and he used his own temperature to remind Rong Xuehuai that its other partner had been taken off his hand.

Rong Xuehuai frowned to feel the moving direction of the ring, but found that it was moving towards a very inexplicable place at a speed that Wen Zhe could not reach.

At that moment, Rong Xuehuai's heart trembled, and he chased after the ring without thinking.