After waiting at the door for a while but still no Chu Ao came out, Ningwu felt strange. When he returned to the house, he saw Chu Ao covering his chest and holding on to the wall. His face was pale, he was sweating like rain, his chest was floating, and he was panting again and again.
Ningwu didn't know anything. Dong Hong was afraid that the young master would bite his tongue again and commit suicide, so he gave him a large amount of Ruanjin San. Now the young master was completely weak and there was no possibility of escaping.
The princess gritted her teeth, held the young master on her shoulders, and carried the young master outside.
The young master was very resistant at first, uttering some unclear sentences, but later he simply didn't say anything more.
She was carrying a heavy burden on her back. She could no longer use Qing Gong to easily fly around on the roof, and could only use two legs to run.
After just a while, Ningwu was exhausted, her legs and feet were sore, and she was dripping with sweat. But she was unwilling to let Chu Ao go. She only had one chance, and if she didn't seize it, she would never be able to leave.
Chu Ao lay on Ningwu's back, feeling very complicated.
From the first time she met Ningwu, she gave Chu Ao a selfish, domineering impression. The young master hated her and was afraid of her. But at this time, when she clearly had the opportunity to escape alone, why did she still
Desperately trying to save myself...
She may not be who she always imagined...
Not long after, Dong Hong woke up and saw that no one in the room remembered the scene where Ning Wu broke in through the door. She felt bad and quickly called her brothers in the village to catch the escaped person.
She was so angry that she didn't care that the woman who kidnapped Chu Ao would become her sister-in-law, and ordered her men: No matter what, she must capture him! He must be seen alive, and his body must be seen dead!
The lights in Renyi Village were brightly lit, and the gongs and drums were noisy. The brothers in the inner and outer villages each held a torch and began to look for the person.
Speaking of Ruyi, as soon as Ruyi went out, she was attracted by a cold and cold aura. She followed the aura like a man possessed, and the closer she got, the stronger the cold aura became.
She followed the Yin Qi and stopped in a warehouse-like place.
Ruyi put her hand on the door of the warehouse, and a biting coldness came through her palm.
It's midsummer right now, why is it so cold to the touch?
After opening the door, Ruyi understood.
The room was dark and densely packed with dozens of giant clay pots.
Ruyi didn't know what was in the jars, but she could see that there were several incomplete Yin spirits hanging on each jar.
Their grievances may not be as heavy as those of the hair demons encountered in the forest, so they cannot take on physical form, only the ghosts of their grievances linger around them.
As soon as Ruyi entered the door, these Yin spirits surrounded her and kept saying: "It's so cold...it hurts..."
She bravely opened the seal of a clay pot, and instantly the aroma of wine overflowed. The smell of wine also contained the smell of medicine and the rotten stench of flesh and blood.
What floated in the pottery jar were the heads of the women. The terror on their faces before they died was still there. Perhaps the demonic heads in the forest were also among them...
Ruyi closed her eyes, and when she came back to her senses, her face was already a swamp.
Suddenly she was no longer afraid of these helpless souls. They were miserable ghosts trapped here, and they were powerless to harm others.
Compared with these innocent souls, the people who cut off their heads are truly terrifying.
Ruyi felt a nameless fire leaping very high in his heart, and his hatred for the people in the village was endless.
She stretched out her arms, stood in this spooky warehouse, and whispered softly: "If you believe in me, please rely on me. I will try my best to give you justice. This life is over, but it is time to let it go.