Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Ah——" Ding Mu frowned, and pressed his right hand, thinking that he could relieve the increasingly intense pain, but he was powerless, and almost fell to the ground in pain.

"What's the matter with you?" Guan Yi realized that something was wrong, and reached out to help, feeling that the skin he touched just now was terribly hot.

Have a fever?

This was his first reaction.

No, it can't be, a fever is not the same as this scalding, almost burning feeling.

He grabbed Ding Mu's hand and hugged him. There was nothing else he could do to relieve the young man's pain. His eyes were filled with distress, so he could only pat him on the back and gently coax him: "It doesn't hurt." It doesn't hurt, don't pinch yourself, show me, don't pinch yourself, let me see..."

Ding Mu's right hand was no longer under his own control, and he scratched and scratched convulsively. He couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't even hear what Guan Yi was saying. He just cried out the pain feebly.

Guan Yi clamped one of his hands under his armpit and held the other in his hand to prevent him from hurting himself. He tried hard to comfort him and asked softly, "Where does it hurt, let me see, Come, show me."

Guan Yi just clenched that hand so tightly, he looked at the hand that had not changed in any way, under his nose, slowly, a black handprint emerged from the back of that white hand.

He remembered that handprint.

That was the mark Ding Mu was marked by a ghost who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman when he entered the mountain for the first time.

He was the one who judged that this was the sign of the ghost bride, but, except for a few near-miss attacks in that site, the ghost never appeared to look for his "brides".

He thought it was because the ghost knew that this person had him in front of him, so it was not easy to provoke, and the imprint of the ghost bride would basically not stay for too long. It is not an easy matter for a mere brat to snatch someone from him. .

But what he didn't expect was that he, who is proud of his rich experience, would have a wrong day.

That's not a sign of a ghost bride at all.

It was based on the Ghost Bride's mark, improved, and covered with the Ghost Bride's mark, a mark imprinted.

His experience was too rich, and he was too confident that he would not take ghost handprints to heart at all. The other party took advantage of his mentality to cast a curse in front of his eyes in a grandiose manner.

He didn't realize it until now.

No wonder those aristocratic aristocrats were almost wiped out in that operation, and even if they came out, they were plagued by bad luck.

This is the price of pride.

Ding Mu twitched in pain, tears were about to be forced out, he kept crying out in pain, and even begged Guan Yi to cut off his hand.

Guan Yi had no choice but to see this man almost breaking free from his restraint a few times and going crazy to unbutton the life-threatening thing on his neck, so he became cruel, restrained him tightly, and asked Chang Lefu to come out: "Changbai Mountain ! Get the tranquilizer! Don't hide, come out! Get... no, get the anesthetic!"

Sitting in a wheelchair beside him, Yang Zhixi, who was ignored by everyone, giggled and said vaguely: "Ding Shen, you think I won't know if you hide it? My son hahaha... is also a sacrifice..."

After one injection, Ding Mu gradually stopped kicking, and slept quietly in Guan Yi's arms, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Guan Yi squeezed the hand with the black mark, feeling that it was gradually becoming less scorching and gradually returning to normal temperature.

But the handprint is no longer the same as before, just showing his face and hiding it in his hand, but shining on the back of Ding Mu's hand flamboyantly, which looks like a different kind of tattoo.

Guan Yi's complexion was very bad, as if the person who had just experienced that pain was not Ding Mu, but him.

His complexion couldn't get any better.

Ding Mu, he may have been watched since the first time he entered the mountain, or even earlier, and he could clearly hear the few words Yang Zhixi muttered during the chaos just now.

What Yang Zhixi said was: Even if Ding Shen's son hides, they will know his existence and use him as a sacrifice.

Ding Shen's son was "also" a sacrifice.

Whose sacrifice is it?

It belongs to the black dragon.

They are all sacrifices of the black dragon.

He began to wonder whether the sites he and Ding Mu had spent together were arranged by others, as he thought.

Impossible, when an outsider enters Yinshan, the site is completely random. Even a capable person like Chang Lefu who can calculate the direction of entering the mountain can only calculate which direction is best to open after entering the mountain to ensure the maximum benefit , everyone is a pawn of Yinshan, inside, everything can only be arranged by it.

To put it another way, if this person can control the path into the mountain, then he will only be a higher level existence than Yinshan.

It is self-evident who this person is.

Is it a black dragon?No, it can't be the black dragon imprisoned in the Yin Mountain. It is controlled by the Yin Mountain. It is regarded as a prisoner in the Yin Mountain. How can a prisoner order the actions of the warden who imprisoned him?

It's not a black dragon, who is that?

It is lunar.

She is the only one who is both outside and inside the game.

Her authority is much greater than that of Yinshan. Even if she is the opposition, as long as Tiangong and Yuegong don't really tear each other apart, she always has her own special authority, albeit limited.

Moreover, she can use Tiangong's information, and it is impossible not to record him and Ding Mu in her intelligence network.

He was the one who broke off the horn of her capable officer back then, and was one of the promoters of arresting the black dragon. Ding Mu used his own body to fight against the ten divine whips and negotiated with Tiangong to reduce his punishment. It's not a secret either.

The two of them were targeted by such a powerful person as soon as they entered the world, it was really——

It's a great honor.