The wind slowly blew in from outside the peach forest, and the fragrant fragrance in the copper furnace was blown away.
The house was filled with incense.
The four people in Tsing Yi struggled to hold their breath to prevent themselves from exhaling more fragrance, but this was obviously powerless, and the four of them collapsed on the ground, unable to lift up any strength.
Shigemen Huan stood up from the chair, took down a satin shirt from the hanger next to him, and cut the silk with a knife to form a strip of cloth.
Walk into the four people and tie the hands and feet of the four people together in an orderly manner.
Then, let the four people sit back to back, and the four people were wrapped together, and they sat on the ground, unable to move.
After doing everything, he clapped his hands and kindly reminded them: "Don't struggle in vain, I don't have an antidote to this poison, as long as the incense is still burning, you can't escape." ” I heard that Chongmenhuan also had no antidote, and the faces of the four of them were like vegetables.
"What do you want to do?"
Tsing Yi tried his body, but he really didn't have any strength at all, so he could only lean on each other weakly, waiting for Chongmenhuan to do something to them next.
Chongmen Huan walked to the bed, closed his clothes and lay down.
"Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't kill you."
In this situation, if Chongmen Huan wanted to kill them, it would be easy.
However, she didn't do it.
Hongyi was angry, and roared with all his strength: "If you don't kill us, when the master comes, I will definitely cramp you." ” "Then wait for him to come!"
Chongmen Huan ignored her, lay on the bed and covered the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.
The breeze is accompanied by the fragrance of peach blossoms, the spices in the copper furnace are burning slowly, exuding a rich fragrance, and the light gauze tent in the house is gently blowing and blowing, and the scenery is so beautiful.
She had that long dream again, and the immature child in the dream was in front of her bed, crooked and broken neck, and kept crying out desolate and infinitely: "A-Niang, A-Niang, A-Niang......"
He looked like he was in great pain, and when he cried, his head was tilted, which was extremely frightening.
This repeated dream was like a knife piercing her heart, turning her heart into a blur of flesh and blood.
The head hanging on the city gate, dried by the wind, swayed in the wind, exuding a strange aura, and the supreme man raised the bow and arrow in his hand.
The rocket flew towards the dried skull, and in the skull, it turned to ashes.
The wind that the man had brought from the cold city was blowing violently, and she heard the wind tearing in her heart, and it was like a devil in her heart, which had built the wall.
It's a nightmare.
She saw that the man suddenly aimed his fiery bow and arrow at himself who was hiding behind the stone lion, and behind the golden mask, his eyes were full of murderous anger.
He said, "Whoever you have killed me, give back with your life." ” A cold wind poured in through the window, and Chongmenhuan shivered, and suddenly woke up from his dream.
The charcoal fire in the house had been burned out, and it was very cold, and the spices in the copper furnace seemed to be almost burned, and the fragrance was much lighter, and the sky was slightly dark, and she had slept for so long.
Usually, she didn't sleep so deeply, what's wrong today?
Feeling something strange, she turned her head to look at the bed, and was stunned.
Thousands of freezing knives covered her.