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The blood on the ground had dried up for a long time, An Yisheng stepped on it boldly, but his foot slipped and he slid to the edge of the cliff.

Looking around, there is a thick fog under the cliff, and there are no trees, which makes people feel like they are in the clouds.Looking up, there is a scorching sun, and the sun is getting more and more vicious. There are exactly the same cells around, and the cliff in the distance is probably the same. Looking over, you can only see dense black holes on a smooth large stone slab. .

At this distance, no one can see it. Whoever came up with this kind of place to close people is simply ingenious and extremely perverted.

An Yisheng crawled back and shrank back. If this continued, he would be trapped here to death.

Xiu Hong woke up again, it should be hot, her already thin thin shirt was soaked with sweat, highlighting her exquisite figure to the fullest.

An Yisheng wanted to take off his shirt to cover her up, but in her impression, Xiu Hong cared a lot about this rude behavior.But thinking about her being too hot, I had no choice but to give up.He kept his eyes straight and pretended to ignore it.

"My lord, am I dying soon?" Xiu Hong kissed her black lips with a weak voice.

An Yisheng looked at her pale and red face, black lips, and heat waves radiating from her body. He didn't know what to say, but just looked at her.During these days, people around him left one by one. An Yisheng's eyes changed from sadness and sympathy to compassion to silence, and he was able to face death very calmly, but it was really difficult to watch someone die .

Xiu Hong also looked at him, and the two looked at each other.

An Yisheng's eyes were dim, so he turned his face away and stopped looking, feeling sad in his heart, at least Xiuhong had himself to accompany her to die, but what about himself later?

With trembling hands, Xiu Hong took out a medicine bottle from her waist, pulled off the stopper, swallowed it in one gulp, and coughed.

"You are..." An Yisheng walked behind Xiuhong, patted her on the back, and Xiuhong's cough improved.

"Eat whatever you want, maybe it will work." Xiu Hong put all her eggs in one basket.After finishing speaking, he touched his waist again, took out a bottle and swallowed it again.

Xiu Hong took several bottles of medicine in a row, but there was no improvement, and the toxicity tended to become more severe.

The embroidered red body began to cool down, the complexion turned from red to white, the lip color became pale, and the whole portrait was about to start to frost, which was a sign of death.

Mrs. Bu's palm didn't kill Xiu Hong instantly. Pox Gu never kills people with pleasure. She needs to torture for a period of time before making people die of poison.Moreover, Mrs. Bu and Nanny An have been fighting for many years, and they know each other's methods and moves like the back of their hands, so how could they use the poison that Nanny An can detox.

Xiu Hong miscalculated, her desperate gamble turned into a death call.

Xiu Hong closed her eyes and assumed a meditating posture. She didn't say a word, her face was peaceful, and she was a bit superior.

"Xiuhong?" An Yisheng called softly. Before death, most people would cry and make a fuss, telling their dissatisfaction, or chatting nonsense, leaving some last words and leaving easily.But Xiu Hong's appearance of waiting for death is really a bit detached, and a hundred-year-old who has passed away in Fengshui's life probably wouldn't walk so freely.

Xiuhong slightly raised her eyelids, glanced at An Yisheng, and then slowly closed them back, her eyes full of parting intentions.

"Do you have anything to say?" An Yisheng asked.

How can it be an acquaintance, master and servant, brothers and sisters, or superiors and subordinates?Her relationship with Xiuhong is a bit complicated.This is the time when he just wants Xiuhong to talk about the unforgettable past, good memories, or unfulfilled wishes, so that Xiuhong will not go alone and have no regrets.

However, Xiu Hong just made a silent movement, then put down her hands and stopped moving.

An Yisheng was a little sad, Xiuhong wanted to die quietly like this, perhaps for her, the tranquility before death was the happiest thing in her life.

She can finally ignore everything, ignore everything, don't have to think about anything, and just wait quietly to die.

The old monk embroidered red fell into samadhi, with a few empty vials scattered beside him.The sun was gradually poisonous, and the roasted cell was ablaze.An Yisheng finally understood that this ghost place was not used to imprison people, it was simply used to kill people.

An Yisheng hesitated, he looked at the entrance of the cave, he would die if he stayed here, but what about jumping down?An Yisheng remembered the little old man's words, people who went out all jumped off, but who knows if they were alive or dead, there might already be piles of bones underneath.But what if you don't dance?

This is a last resort and the only way out.

The frost on Xiuhong's face receded and returned to normal. An Yisheng said happily, "Xiuhong?"

However, Xiu Hong didn't say a word, and didn't move her expression.

"Embroidered red..."

An Yisheng put his hand into her nose, and Xiuhong suddenly opened his eyes.An Yisheng was surprised at first, then delighted: "You're not dead?"

Xiu Hong looked at the sun in the sky, it was noon and the sun was at its strongest.Said: "The sun is so big, I can't frost, and when the sun is over, I will still die."

The joy that An Yisheng had just revealed immediately turned into deep disappointment.

Xiu Hong: "What about the old man?"

An Yisheng said: "The old man is very weird, he left early."

Xiu Hong said: "All the people imprisoned here are those who were encircled and suppressed by the imperial court when King Dongxiang rebelled. Huaciha imprisoned an army here and left it to destroy itself. Those who can survive here are by no means easy generation."

An Yisheng: "Well, yes, the old man is fine after eating Thousand Weaving Gu, but he just refused to come in, and he didn't tell him how to leave."

Xiu Hong looked at the dried blood on the ground, and said: "He's afraid of this, the blood of the Gu mother-in-law is highly poisonous, you and I have both taken the mother's heart and bone porridge, it's okay to get a little bit on it, but it's okay for others In terms of blood, this poisonous blood is the water that transforms corpses, and if you see the blood seal your throat, you will die instantly without a whole body."

An Yisheng: "His eyes looked like he wanted to eat people, but he spoke convincingly. He told me that the only way to get out was to jump off."

Xiuhong said: "There used to be a purpura scholar who liked gourmet food in Jianghu. He was a killer cook. If you couldn't satisfy his stomach, he would break your heart. Many people died under his green cream and purple electricity, but Later, his mouth became more and more cunning, and his appetite became bigger and bigger. He killed his wife and son, cooked them and ate them, and then disappeared without a trace. He has never been seen in the world since. The one you met must be him."

An Yisheng said solemnly: "Then it must be true that he wants to eat us both?"

After all, he looked at the dried blood on the ground, and if the blood was completely useless, would the scholar come over?

Xiu Hong looked at the remaining two big black teeth of Thousand Weaving Gu on the ground, and said, "Pick him up."

An Yisheng picked it up after hearing the words.

"Put it in." Xiu Hong glanced at an empty bottle next to her.

An Yisheng let it in as he said.

Xiu Hong said: "Thousand Weaving Gu has been separated from the Gu owner, it is just a big ferocious bug, but the gravy is fresh and tender, it is said that it is a good delicacy, it is better for him."

An Yisheng thought: "At this time, do you still have time to feel sorry for that delicious Thousand Weaving Gu?"

Xiu Hong: "There are rumors in the world that if you satisfy the stomach of a purpura scholar, he will promise you a condition. As long as it is not too harsh and unreasonable, he will usually satisfy it. But today, I don't know if this little old man still keeps this condition." The habit of eating soft-mouthed people."

Eat people, soft mouth.

An Yisheng was still immersed in the memory of cannibalism. He was thinking about how he would respond if the old man came back to eat him.

Xiu Hong asked: "Did he say anything when he left?"

An Yisheng thought of it: Fat worm, I will meet you someday, and I will answer you again, there will be a later date.Then he said: "He said that there will be a period later, so he probably won't come over."

Xiuhong looked at the sun, her eyes darkened, and after noon, she was about to wait for death again.

The two looked at each other silently for a while, An Yisheng took out a painting and was about to open it, since there was no hope of living anyway.

Xiu Hong caught a glimpse and said, "Men can't see the secret art of Gu. Even if they see it, they can't understand it. There may be side effects."

An Yisheng ignored this sentence, so what's the point of just looking at it?

However...

An Yisheng only took one look, and after one look, he completely lost interest in women. He looked at Xiuhong and vomited it out.

The dark human maggots were mushy porridge, and they didn't vomit.

A big pot of wriggling poisonous snakes and fat worms, a smelly pot, did not vomit.

Sticky cobweb silk bird excrement soup, did not vomit.

The plump snow spider blew green pulp, but didn't spit it out.

I didn't vomit anyway.

But An Yisheng couldn't look directly at a woman covered in worms all over her body. The honeycomb-like skin was full of worms, and blackheads protruded from the exposed lotus pods... The denseness made people's back uneasy, and the hairs stood on end.What's even worse is that this painting has been processed somehow. With the interlacing of light and shadow, it seems to be moving, which makes people's scalp numb.

An Yisheng shook his hand, threw away the painting, lay down on the cliff and vomited.

Xiu Hong picked up the painting, put it away, put it in her sleeve, stood up and said: "Don't listen to people's persuasion, alas! It's a loss."

She looked at the fading sun and said, "Let me help you." Then she pushed An Yisheng down.

Resigned to fate, Xiu Hong tidied up her messy clothes, and then jumped down, not wanting to survive, but seeming to die.

An Yisheng had to admit that Xiuhong was more decisive than himself. Since he was waiting to die, why didn't he give it a go?

This time they won.