debt repayment

"Hurry up!"

The little eunuch scolded sharply.

The embarrassing living puppet trembled, and the look of fear finally made him a little angry.

"Go faster—"

The little eunuch called again.

He was limping on one leg, and when he walked fast, he wobbled and lost his balance. He seemed to be terrified of the eunuch, and fled in a funny twisted posture, showing his back to others.

In a trance, Quan Ying heard a panting sound.

——The coarse cloth behind Song Hui'an was all worn out, revealing a bloody body, under the black blood scab, the ruptured wound continued to ooze blood.

With his exaggerated movements, the rags at the edge of his wound moved.

A black ghost, less than an inch, grinningly crawled out of the blood-stained clothes hole, shared its eight legs, and climbed to the top of his head.

The ghost looks like a lizard, but it actually has a human face with small eyes and a wide forehead. Its head is oily and its hair is sparse, just like a newborn baby.

The ghost lay on top of Song Hui'an's head, twisted his waist happily, and kept patting his abnormally bulging belly with his third and fourth hands.It raised its head, looked around with pea-sized eyes, and then grinned, revealing its jagged white teeth and long curled tongue.

The weird shrill laughter made everyone tremble, causing the young monks to forget to quote scriptures to analyze where this ghost is.

Song Hui'an didn't seem to hear the sharp and weird laughter, so he walked quietly to the horse, and stretched out his hands tremblingly to the eunuch.

The eunuch opened the iron cuffs, bound his hands, and then fixed the other end of the iron on the saddle.

"Yesterday, the emperor said that bitch should take half a lap less today."

A little eunuch who was leading the horse turned on the horse, clamping the horse's belly with his legs: "Drive—"

The horse raised its head and neighed, then ran wildly.Song Hui'an was dragged to the ground, and his thin body was dragged all the way.

There was a muffled sound of skin and flesh ripping apart from under him.The horse didn't run straight away, but shifted positions left and right on the widescreen avenue, and his body was also thrown back and forth.After a while, a long and meandering bloodstain was left on the stone brick floor.

Before everyone recovered, another grand scene appeared in the mist.

In front of the palace gate, the monarch returned from his winter tour.The emperor drives, and the five legs clear the way.As the sun rises in the east, all officials kneel down in front of the Longevity Hall.The magnificent guard of honor played ritual and music, and the monarch stepped down from the golden crown chariot in the morning glow.

Zang Ji glanced at the handsome and tough side face of the monarch, and then turned his head to look at Emperor Zhenming, who was beside him with tightly pressed lips.

The majesty of the mortal monarch reveals an irresistible haze, while the emperor who is eighty-nine points similar to him has an elegant demeanor, at first glance, it is quite manageable.

"... Hidden Ji, is there something on my face?"

"It's nothing, I just think, Your Majesty's reincarnation looks quite similar to you."

"Of course, I'm so handsome."

As Quan Ying said, she secretly clutched her hand with white knuckles in her sleeve.

It turned out that they were at the main gate of the Changming Palace at the moment, and the palace memories tonight somehow recalled the things he least wanted to recall.

About the tragedy of Song Hui'an.

The real dragon returned to the court, the main gate of Zhu Hong was slowly closed, and the mist fell into a mysterious silence again.A group of teenagers formed a circle back to back and lit up the bright light talisman to observe the changes in all directions. They didn't want to see the illusion after a while in this ghost place.

The golden-red flame of the Mingguang Talisman jumped up and down erratically, all of which appeared a bit strange in the slightest bit of damp wind.

The courage of the teenagers who had been frightened away by the illusion just now gradually regained their courage, and they began to discuss how to proceed.

But I heard a monk at the early stage of Golden Core stammering: "Just now, did any of you know what... that person's head is?"

Everyone either shook their heads or said "I don't know".

One person said: "Maybe it's a kid who leans over people and likes to play tricks."

"I don't think so, that kid looks really scary, and that person is so, so weird... What the hell was this place used to do, to give birth to this kind of confusion."

"...everyone," Qingle said in a bright voice, "the fog of Kun Xianggeng has dispersed, what should I do?"

The fog fruit there is much thinner than other places, and a deep path is faintly exposed.

Everyone was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do.Quan Ying followed them in silence, full of Song Hui'an whom she had just seen.

While he was in a daze, the young monks had been divided into two factions, one faction advocated staying put, and the other faction advocated leaving.

A disciple in Mopao suggested: "It's not an option for us to wait here. The yin energy in this place is abnormal and strange phenomena are born. I don't think it's suitable to stay for a long time. It's better to go."

"No! It's too reckless," Zishu retorted, "The teacher asked us to stay here, one is to take care of our junior qualifications, and the other is to prevent us from entering the forbidden area by mistake. What's more, the compass is out of order now, how do you know where we are heading?" leaving?"

"But you can't stand still," the disciple said again, "The compass is out of order, isn't there a safety lock?"

"...Everyone, is your safety lock still useful?" Qing Le said in a deep voice, "My lock is broken."

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Modification and completion: 2018731

TIP: Geng Ding Kun is Huang Quan, and Kun should never say anything to Geng Ding. 】