Death Spell

Chapter 174

After that day, Anya listened to Sang Xie's words and cultivated well. The time for the fifth day of the new year was getting closer and closer. If she could see Tang Song, she would not want her complexion to be so bad.

In the night of the third day of junior high school, it snowed heavily, and the ground was covered with snow early in the morning, and the world was full of white and three-dimensional worlds.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year and is a sign of auspiciousness.

Le Wenyao and Sang Xie are making a snowman in the courtyard.Anya who heard the noise couldn't lie down anymore. She was standing outside the door in a simple blue gown. The sun reflected the thick snow on the eaves. For others, they would subconsciously squint their eyes, but Anya's pair of dark pupils, her face Facing the sun, but she couldn't see any light, she raised her hand to cover it habitually, the warmth wrapped around her fingertips made the corners of her lips slightly hooked.

"What is the witch laughing at?"

Le Wenyao had seen Anya standing there a long time ago. Although she kept building a snowman, her eyes could not help but fall on her. She always felt that Anya in front of her had an indescribable taste. She was beautiful before, but not as beautiful as before. So indifferently beautiful now.

Anya who heard the sound turned to Le Wenyao and said calmly: "In ancient times, this snow would bring a bumper harvest in the coming year, and the people would not worry about their livelihood. But in modern times, it is just a snow."

"Yeah, everything is technology now, but I think it's better to use ancient things, which are more exquisite and not demanding in quantity." Le Wenyao poked the snowball while talking, her hands turned red from freezing, and the snowman was just as good. Mostly done.

"Oh?" Sang Xie came around from behind the snowman, clapped his hands and said, "Will Wen Yao be willing to go back to ancient times with your high technology?"

Le Wenyao stopped what she was doing, seriously considered the pros and cons, and sighed helplessly: "That's the only bad thing, I can't live without electricity, my computer, and my mobile phone, no matter how much I like it... ...I can't help it either."

"Time can only go forward, and people can only look forward." Anya coughed twice, "At that time, a village had less than a hundred people, but now there are hundreds of people living in one building, so naturally we can't do everything. Refinement, so technology has solved many problems.”

In Le Wenyao's eyes, Anya has her own views on everything, and everything has its own meaning.

"I also know these reasons. Even if I have the ability to invent a time machine and travel back in time, I will not go back. After all... what if I go back?" Le Wenyao raised her eyebrows and dropped the snow in her hand Ball, ran to Anya, "Sister forensic doctor will be here tomorrow, sorceress, you'd better go back and rest, the cold outside is not suitable for patients."

Anya was about to answer that her cough just now had nothing to do with the cold, but before she could speak, she heard the door behind her being pushed open by Le Wenyao, pulling her arm and dragging her into the room.

Sang Xie, who was standing next to the snowman, looked at Anya's helpless expression, smiled slightly, and looked up at the dazzling sunlight. She was worried and looking forward to tomorrow's arrival.

Everyone living in the dry city has their own things to do.Although Tang Song just woke up, because he forgot a lot of things, he observed the people around him and this strange building more carefully.Especially the murals carved on the interlayers around the dry city, what kind of stories are they writing?

This withered city has seven floors in total, and the higher you go up, the fewer rooms there are. On the seventh floor where she lives, there are only five rooms, but only Xuan Luo, Su Mingyuan and her live there.

Wu Ze would guard the door every day, leaving a very good impression in Tang Song's heart for this very quiet person who didn't talk much.Ge Shu is responsible for the daily meals. She lives on the fourth floor of Dry City. Except for the meal delivery meeting on the seventh floor, Tang and Song Dynasties have never seen her come here.

But from the perspective of Tang and Song Dynasties, this dry city seems small, but it has iron-like laws.

Tang Songjing sat in the hanging garden, staring at the light blue sky, and sighed softly.

"Why are you sighing?" Xuan Luo walked over from the other side and said.

After these few days of conversation, Tang Song has already regarded Xuan Luo as the most familiar person here besides Qi'er.

Tang Song looked at Xuan Luo politely, "From here, looking at the sky reminds me of four words."

Xuan Luo sat on the side, following Tang and Song's gaze towards the sky, the sky in front of him was only as big as the mouth of a bowl.

"A frog in a well, isn't it?"

"I've forgotten a lot of things, and I've been trying to recall them recently, but they are very blurry." Tang Song leaned on the bench and said calmly, "I really want to see what the outside world has become."

"Didn't you tell him?" Xuan Luo asked, staring at Tang Song's profile.

"Qi'er has been very busy recently, and I haven't seen her since I saw her once that day." Tang Song looked around with heavy brows, "Although he didn't say anything, I feel that he doesn't like me leaving here."

Before Xuan Luo could speak, a young voice appeared on the other side: "Mother wants to go out for a walk, how could I not like it? Tomorrow the princess just wants to go out, if mother is interested, we can come together."

The two followed the voice and saw that Su Mingyuan was wearing his usual black mask and a dark scarf, which wrapped him tightly.Still holding a few bags of things in his hand, he looked at Tang Song with a pair of clear eyes: "But I have too many things these days, so I can't be with you. Mother will blame me?"

She was most afraid of Su Mingyuan's appearance, so she smiled helplessly, "I know you are busy, so I can only trouble you..." At this point, Tang Song paused, and looked at Xuan Luo in surprise, "Princess?"

"It's just a title." Xuan Luo looked back at Su Mingyuan, as if he understood what he meant, "I'm going back for four or five days to take care of my orchids. Wu Ze and Jiang You will follow me, don't worry."

Su Mingyuan nodded: "Call Geshu again."

Xuan Luo nodded expressionlessly: "Alright."

Tang Song, who was sitting on the side, listened to the conversation between these two people, and always felt that there was another meaning she couldn't understand.

But Tang Song couldn't hide his joy at the thought of going out for a walk tomorrow.

All of this could not escape Su Mingyuan's eyes, but there was always a faint uneasiness in his heart about Tang Song's departure this time.

Su Mingyuan watched Tang Song return to the room with the things he bought, and said to Xuan Luo in a calm voice: "If there is anything, please notify me as soon as possible."

Xuan Luo rubbed his thumbs habitually, and said without any ups and downs in his voice: "Since you are so worried, why don't you come together? Didn't you wait for this day for a long time?"

Su Mingyuan lowered his brows, his eyes flickered coldly: "I still have things to deal with these days, it's fine if she's not here."

"Well, I see." Xuan Luo didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to his room after speaking.

Su Mingyuan was the only one left in the hanging garden. He quickly dodged back to his room, stood in front of the half-length mirror, and took off the brown scarf and mask.

He took off his black suit and dark shirt, his upper body was half-naked, and there was a brand of a rat's head on his shoulder blade.He looked straight at the blue streaks spreading from his heart to his neck, and Su Mingyuan's clear eyes turned cold.

"It seems that this body is useless."

Su Mingyuan put on his clothes, put on a scarf and put on a black mask, jumped down from the seventh floor, and walked towards the basement of Dry City.

The damp and cold basement was filled with a rotten smell. In each cage, there was a thick tree trunk, each of which was tied with a person, and a person was tied to it, and some of them had already rotted away. On the trees, some of them only had a dark yellow skeleton left.

Su Mingyuan was followed by two attendants, his footsteps passed through the cages, and he walked slowly towards the innermost one, and he saw a person inside.

Wang Tu was tied to a tree and was already dying.

"You're pretty good at it." Su Mingyuan's childlike voice laughed, and it echoed in this gloomy place filled with the smell of corrosion. The voice sounded particularly frightened, "Don't worry, I won't let you die right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entourage behind him opened the iron gate and untied Wang Tu from the tree.

The entourage briefly checked Wang Tu's body and said, "My lord, his body is too weak."

"In terms of surnames, I'm in the same vein as him, but I can't bear it anymore with my body, and he is a disciple of Anya, and his blood is extremely pure and clean. It's a waste to consume Yin jade like this." Su Mingyuan leaned over and looked at it carefully. Wang Tu, who had lost consciousness, said, "Brother Wang Tu, thank you for taking care of Mingyuan during that time, I will not be polite with your body."

Su Mingyuan straightened up, and said in a cold voice: "Take him away, give him a good bath first, and then supplement his nutrition for a few days. I don't want such a dirty and weak body."

"Yes."

"I've been here for the past few days, come and pick me up on the tenth day of the lunar new year."

"Yes."

After the entourage left, Su Ming continued to walk towards the end of this road, and opened a stone door. The inside was pitch black, and the moment his figure was swallowed by the darkness, the stone door slid down.

Xuan Luo, who was standing on the edge of the seventh floor, stared at the attendants coming out of that door, especially the one who was held up by them, his brows darkened slightly.

"Master." Yinchuan's figure suddenly appeared behind him, "I have already made arrangements for tomorrow's departure."

Seeing Xuan Luo, Yin Chuan just nodded his head, stared down expressionlessly, and asked again: "Master, is there something on your mind?"

Xuan Luo's slender and slender fingertips beat rhythmically on the iron chain around the edge, staring at the door of Tang Song's room.

"I'm thinking about an issue that we're all ignoring, and it's the most important issue."

"what?"

"We both know each other's identities. But... Tang Song doesn't know. She is just curious why there are a group of people here, but she doesn't know that this group of people is not human in a certain sense. The most important thing is , how can I explain to her that we can quickly travel between the two cities without any means of transportation?" Xuan Luo turned to look at Yinchuan and asked.

Yinchuan blinked and looked at Xuan Luo with half-understanding, and answered: "Or, knock her out?"

Xuan Luo glanced at him, and said with a deep smile: "You are not afraid of being used to make wolf soup afterwards, you can give it a try."

Yinchuan: "..."

"Forget it." Xuan Luo said in a tone of resignation, "The ancients said that once it comes, it will be safe. If this is her fate, she will have to face it sooner or later, including facing herself."

Yinchuan: "..."

"By the way, how did the investigation of that matter go?" Xuan Luo raised his eyebrows and asked, "When the sentence was commuted and pardoned, when will it be released?"

"New Year's Eve."

Knowing the time, Xuan Luo nodded slightly, and said to himself: "So, it seems that I have to remind her."