Return 100 days before death

Sitting on the ground, he looked at the scene in front of him, subconsciously stepped back, and cold sweat leaked from all his pores indiscriminately.

Qi Yun felt his voice stuck in his throat: "Brother? What's wrong with you? What should we do?"

As far as he is concerned, Qi Ming can take care of everything from his wealth and life to the clothes he wears when he goes out. At any time, you can call your brother to solve it.

So he never thought that there would be a day when calling his brother would not work.

On the other side, Mrs. Jiang was completely invisible. In the storm, she was completely turned into a puddle of mud, and her shrill laughter stopped abruptly.Zhang Xiaozhan didn't know how long she had been hiding behind the box, but she was still numb. She bent over and ran to Qi Ming's side, hooked his arms around his shoulders, and didn't care about the image of a lady. Pull back.

Zhang Xiaozhan yelled at him, "Why are you in a daze! Hurry up and save your brother! Your brother is not dead yet!"

Qi Yun suddenly woke up, and hurriedly got up: "Okay!"

At this moment, Qi Ming had already passed through the initial severe pain. He looked around with dazzled eyes. It was still a miserable wind and rain, but the surrounding air was hot and dry, and there was even the sound of dead wood burning and bursting. The sound, cold sweat and hot sweat flowed one after another, and he felt his upper body being dragged up by two people desperately.

The sticky liquid still rose, passing close to his toes every time.

"... Qi luck?"

Qi Yun saw Qi Ming wake up, and his whole face burst into a smile: "Brother, it's okay, let's go up, don't be afraid! Oh yes! Zhang Xiaozhan, you help my brother, I might as well carry him and run out! "

Zhang Xiaozhan: "Good!"

"wait wait wait……"

Qi Yun: "Oh, I'm so long-winded! What are you waiting for, hurry up! Don't listen to him, listen to me, he hurt his foot, you hold his waist and lift him up! Okay, okay, I caught it!"

Zhang Xiaozhan: "Good!"

Qi Ming: "..."

Qi Yun talks and acts like a bazooka. Although he is not a heavyweight player in terms of stature, he has a lot of strength in his hands. He immediately interrupted what Qi Ming wanted to say, and turned his back on him Brother ran out of this room, Zhang Xiaozhan took off his high heels, and followed closely behind.

Qi Ming hooked the corner of his mouth helplessly, he couldn't break free in this state.

It may be a psychological effect. The shaking caused by the running did not bring any pain to the people under him, but he felt inexplicably at ease. Seeing that the back of Qi Yun's neck was covered with sweat, which wet the ends of his hair and the neckline of his clothes, he suddenly felt the pain in his heart. It's warm.

Turning their feet, they left the place.

After the unknown liquid was locked in the room just now, it didn't continue to flow out, and the air was only dry and hot.Judging from the place they walked, the place is not small. There are sparse candle lamps hanging on the dark corridor, which can just be used to illuminate this narrow place. The surroundings are quiet and depressing. It seems that everything they have experienced before is like a dream, and they have begun to vaguely remember, but these dim architectural styles remind them of everything that happened to them all the time.

Qi Yun ran tirelessly and didn't know where to go.

After Qi Ming recovered his breath, he said, "Okay, don't run away, let me down first."

"Now?" Qi Yun found a clean place to put his brother down, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, then returned to the microphone and continued chattering, "Where is this? It doesn't look like someone The split personality area is too big, it’s so hot, brother, can you find the way?"

Qi Ming felt that slight trace of gratification just now dropped back in an instant.

Qi Ming: "We made a mistake. This is not an area of ​​split personality. The previous puppet confuses my judgment. It seems that our encounter this time has nothing to do with Alice. This should be the center of the jurisdiction of the God of Death. It can be called the lair. Every god of death's lair is different, Shen Qian's place is the bar where we usually live, and this god of death seems to be an old castle."

Zhang Xiaozhan turned his head back and forth to look at the tacit question and answer between the two brothers.

Qi Yun frowned: "But why does Mrs. Death have a doll?"

"Who knows?" Qi Ming said with a smile, "Maybe he just wanted to lure us here, let's not talk about this, the letter is not lost."

Qi Yun took it out of his trouser bag and shook his hand triumphantly: "I put it away this time!"

"What's the use of this thing?" At this time, Zhang Xiaozhan finally asked the crux of the matter.

This piece of letter paper was the only thing Mrs. Jiang gave them. It was the mortgage she used to exchange information with Qi Ming and encourage him to betray. Endless yearning, and the resentment that cannot be expressed in the heart.

It can be said to be the only powerful encyclopedia under his face that never changes expression.

It is false above the skin, but true under the pen.

On the White Pagoda, there was a raging fire, and the yellowed paper was flying, everything was still vivid in Qi Yun's memory.

Due to excessive blood loss, Qi Ming's already fair face became even paler. He nodded in affirmation, and then raised the corners of his mouth at Qi Yun—he doesn't like to smile, but once he smiles, he's even worse than Qi Yun. To arouse pity.

"Come here, my brother will tell you something, this time you really have to listen carefully."

Qi Yun was a little at a loss.

Qi Ming took the initiative to prop up and even leaned over, burying his head in the hollow of his neck: "Be good, be obedient."

"........."

Qi Yun's pupils suddenly dilated!

Qi Ming: "Do you understand? Brother, this time, I depended on you to save me."

Qi Yun nodded dully.

Temptation, temptation, bewitchment, persecution... In fact, when you think about it carefully, this time the resurrection game is compared to the previous ones, except that it is a little weird, and there are no complicated and difficult points. Its past and future have detailed records in black and white. It is also very easy to find out, but other things derived from it are quite confusing.

It seems that there is something, wanting to take advantage of this impact, rush out of the water.

Qi Yun picked up Qi Ming on his back again, turned his head and walked back.

Zhang Xiaozhan didn't understand their charades at all, and hurriedly chased after them and asked, "Why are you going back? Are you crazy? What if that damn thing is still there?"

Qi Yun didn't stop, and his tone was surprisingly cold: "Can you guarantee that there is no more terrifying thing ahead?"

"I…!"

She really can't guarantee it.

According to the previous rule, the further you go back, the more you should be able to hear the sound of those mucus rolling, and the damp and salty taste is very strong, but now, not only all these characteristics have disappeared, but what has been replaced is even more unbearable It was hot and dry, and the surrounding moisture was dropping at a speed that the human body could perceive.

Qi Yun grabbed the doorknob of that room, feeling very hot, he looked at Qi Ming and Zhang Xiaozhan.

Qi Ming: "Open the door."

"Squeak-"

The first is the resistance, the huge reason prevents the door from being opened, and then, a wave of heat rushes towards us!

Although they have experienced too many unbelievable things in the past few hours, as if any blow could be indifferent to them, but the moment they opened the door, the three of them felt the huge sense of oppression and shock at the same time .

——Qi Yun's hometown, a small remote village in the north, the only white pagoda used for worship, and those ignorant villagers... The scene on the day of resurrection, as if the button of copy and paste was pressed, was carried here in detail Come!

Turns out, those drying heats are real!

It's here!

Zhang Xiaozhan didn't know what this scene represented, let alone what it meant, she was just shocked.

Qi Yun forced himself to ignore the scene, but even though he knew it was fake, he still felt his heartbeat speeding up suddenly.He stared straight ahead, and gently lifted Qi Ming up his back.

Qi Yun held up the piece of paper and shouted: "Come out! Don't you want to negotiate terms with us? I promise you!"

The White Tower burned wantonly in this dark space, making a crisp cracking sound.

Qi Yun: "If you don't come out, how will I know what to do with us?"

"I say for the last time, come out!"

"boom--!"

Just as they expected, after saying these words, Mrs. Jiang would suddenly be at the bottom of the White Tower. It was very obvious in the reflection, she opened the black umbrella in her hand, casting a shadow on the ground, Qi Yun and the others smiled.

A grim, piercing, chilling smile.

"Good boy," she said softly.

The letter paper in Qi Yun's hand suddenly flew to Mrs. Jiang's hand, who gently folded it and kept it in her pocket.

Immediately, the space in the room seemed to have no ceiling. There were bursts of thunder above the head, and dark clouds began to gather. It didn't take long for the raindrops to fall down.

And it's getting bigger and bigger...

The heavy rain failed to extinguish the burning White Tower, but it lowered the surrounding temperature. There seemed to be no drainage system in this place. It didn't take long for the accumulated rainwater to flood their knees.

Zhang Xiaozhan said anxiously: "Qi Yun, what are you waiting for? If this continues, we will all be drowned!"

Qi Yun's hands were also pinched white by himself, and his fingertips pierced the skin, oozing a trace of blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, the time is not up."

Mrs. Jiang is right