debt repayment

Quan Ying heard the sound and ran away, but there was no ghost, but a white mist like a veil appeared around her.

I don't know when, layers of phantoms of tall buildings and vermilion pavilions rise in the distance, like a rare fairyland hidden in the vast sea, like a dream and an illusion.

Not counting the palace lanterns cast candlelight dots, and the warm halo is separated by the damp and cold fog, which doesn't make people feel warm.In the deep corridor, two rows of palace people came out.

These palace people are all beautiful girls in their twenties and eight years old, wearing five-color palace clothes, with delicate faces and blue temples.Holding the tableware made of gold and silver, they walked quickly towards Quan Ying, with graceful postures and fluttering clothes, like a fairy descending from the earth, with a fragrant wind blowing to her nostrils.

They were not physical objects, like clouds and fog. Quan Ying stood in the middle of the queue, and they looked ahead, passing through Quan Ying's body as usual.After all, in their time and space, there is no one in the middle of the road.

The father-in-law at the side urged: "Hurry up, hurry up! The emperor's birthday banquet is about to begin!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the maids rushing to deliver food and the brightly lit corridor disappeared.Instead, there is a mottled old corner of the palace wall that cannot be repaired.

The stooped old man led several imperial medical apprentices past.Several people were dressed in pale and hazy moonlight, leaving extremely long shadows on the pitted green brick floor.

"Remember, the empress can't die easily, she has to be rescued, and as for the little one in her stomach, don't worry about it..."

In places with heavy yin, there are many strange spirits, so some old shadows often appear.What Quan Ying saw was the memory of the palace.

Even if it is turned into ruins and buried in the wilderness, it still remembers the glory and decline it has witnessed in the past.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of court scenes flashed before Quan Ying's eyes.The timelines of these scenes are mostly chaotic, some of them are about Song Hui Ming Dynasty, and some are not. All things are intertwined, like a mess of lines without beginning and end, making people unable to see the clue.

Quan Ying walked through several staggered scenes, and almost lost her bearings due to this confusion.Suddenly, he heard another loud noise.

The hallucinatory flames of the court are consumed by leaping flames.

Accompanied by the shocking sound of horns, ten thousand horses neighed, iron horses and golden spears broke through the gate, and teams of iron cavalry charged into the palace gate, beheading all the palace people who fled crying and screaming, their flesh and blood flew everywhere. .

His eyes were full of killing and death.The burning palace, the blood-drinking blade, and the corpses that can be seen everywhere, together build a picture scroll of Hell in the world.

The palace faithfully recorded all the tragedies that happened here.

Quan Ying sighed.

Although his reincarnation was not the subjugated monarch of the Changming Kingdom, he had somewhat revisited his homeland this time. Seeing the ruin of the dynasty he had poured his heart and soul into for most of his life, he couldn't help but feel sad.However, the change of dynasties is an established destiny in the world. Although he is an emperor, he is still subject to the laws of heaven and cannot go against the laws of heaven.

In the sky, Yan Wen also sighed: "Why are you looking at these uncomfortable things again?" In the words, it is not difficult to hear a bit of sadness.

When Xianjun Wen Zhao was a man, he was a famous prime minister of a certain country in the east. When the country was in crisis and internal and external troubles were at the forefront, he was framed by treacherous officials because of his high position and power and advocating strict governance.Immortal King Bixue's heart can learn from the sun and the moon, and finally moved the heavens, soaring to the execution ground.When he first arrived at the Heavenly Palace, he was still concerned with state affairs in the lower realms, but now seeing the tragedy of the massacre palace, he couldn't help being touched by the scene and feeling depressed.

Knowing what he was thinking, Quan Ying quickly cast a spell to eliminate the illusion of slaughtering the palace, and there were faintly overgrown weeds in the white mist.Everything is silent in the wilderness, making it even more lonely.Under Bai Yue's gaze, he was the only one left in the wilderness.

The white mist didn't recede, but was thicker than before.

At this moment, the cry was closer.

Wronged souls and ghosts haunt here.

Quan Ying went forward without hesitation and went deep into the white mist.There are no illusions in the white mist.In the dilapidated ruins, there is a ghostly aura, and the smoke that is so thick that it almost covers the night moon produces some faint ghosts with crying faces.Crying ghosts piled on top of each other, floating around aimlessly, making childlike cries.It turned out that the mournful and long cry came from them.

Take a closer look, the white mist that can't be seen is full of these things!

Quan Ying suddenly felt her scalp go numb.He can see everything, but he can't see these weird pickled filth the most.If it wasn't for the fact that he is only using clones that are less than one ten-thousandth of the main body's power, so that he couldn't see the way of the white mist for a long time, how could he let them stay with him for so long!

And when those crying ghosts saw such a big living person like Quan Ying, they were all attracted by their anger, rolled up and down a few times in mid-air, surrounded him, and then all rushed towards him!

Quan Ying put her hand on the whisk hanging from her waist, and she was already fully prepared, just one wave of the whisk could knock them out of their wits.

But he didn't.

Because, when they got close to him, he realized that they were just little ghosts transformed from a few strands of remnant souls. They looked like a huge force, but they were actually at the bottom of the ghost food chain.

"Come and play, come and play..."

"Please, come play with us..."

The Crying Ghost kept circling around him, and even more courageously, it rubbed the hem of his clothes.

Quan Ying leaned closer to listen, only to feel that the cries of the Crying Ghost were soft and waxy, even with the smell of pitiful pleading.For a moment, Quan Ying was enveloped in the ups and downs of a child's voice by the mighty sound wave from all directions.

The blame is here.

The souls of children who died young are easy to disperse, and it is even more difficult for incomplete remnant souls to survive in the yang world. Even if they rely on the old palace with strong yin, they are as short-lived as morning dew. It is absolutely impossible for them to appear in such groups in other places The remnants of children.They even have the aura left by other ghosts. The ghost aura is dangerous and mysterious like the dark night hiding the undercurrent.

Because this ghost energy is too pure, Quanying is sure that the crying ghost is protected by the same ghost, so it can stay in the world.

Come to think of it, that ghost is Song Hui'an.

[The author has something to say: TVT wants to chat with young ladies and sisters. Stand-alone games are people who have no motivation to work_(з」∠)_]