She reached out excitedly and grabbed Sonoko's arm, "Help me, help me! I don't want to stay in this hellish place!"
"Miss Yuwen, please don't get excited." Yuanzi opened her hand calmly.
Yuwen Xingyao found that his seemingly light strength could easily pull her away, "Yuanzi, I beg you to let me go, I'm just a weak woman who doesn't understand anything."
Her eyes suddenly discovered that the row of corpses had the same spell on their foreheads that was drawn when her blood was taken. Her eyes widened in horror, "I don't want to die... Yuanzi, please let me go, Yuanzi!"
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"Please Miss Yuwen, please don't put me in trouble." Yuanzi grabbed her arm and half dragged her to the coffin.
Yuwen Xingyao looked at the large stone coffin in the hall and caught a glimpse of the man in black beside the coffin. The man didn't even have a face.
A person without form.
It was gloomy and more terrifying than the row of withered corpses.
She was so scared that her hands and feet were weak.
Yuanzi threw Yuwen Xingyao to the coffin, and took out a small stack from the bamboo basket on the side. There was mixed blood cinnabar in the stack. He smeared the blood cinnabar with a pen and drew a spell on her forehead, "
Miss Yuwen, don’t blame me. This spell will prevent your soul from leaving your body after death. After your blood is sucked dry by the evil corpse, your soul will also be sucked. Then your mummy will lie down on that row of stone couches.
Yes, corpse energy can also support the evil corpse in the coffin. Don't be afraid, you are not the first, and you will not be the last. Look, there are many on that stone couch."
"Ahhh!" Yuwen Xingyao screamed after hearing this.
The voice of Wu Xiang, who was dressed in black, became impatient, "Cousin, didn't you say that you would be willing to die for me? I am only here to help you, so why do you need to cry like a ghost or howl like a wolf?"
This voice belongs to the cousin of King Qi! Yuwen Xingyao raised her head and looked at the faceless man. He had no face, no facial features, a face that was not a face, "You... you are your cousin?"
"It doesn't matter if it does? It doesn't matter if it doesn't." There was no ripple in his voice.
It was really her cousin's voice, so gentle, but without warmth. Yuwen Xingyao looked at his face in disbelief, "Cousin, what's wrong with your face? How could it be like this?"
"If it were Yun'er, he would definitely not ask such idiotic questions." He murmured.
Only then did Yu Wen Xingyao realize that he... seemed to be wearing a mask. Although there were no facial features on the mask, if he looked closely, he could see the eyes, only a little of his pupils were exposed. The fear in his heart lessened a little, and he mentioned Yun'er, Feng Jing
That woman Yun explained that he was really her cousin, "Cousin, Xingyao knew her mistake. Xingyao shouldn't have taken advantage of her cousin's danger that night. She shouldn't have..."
"You shouldn't." His voice turned cold, "You are self-righteous in committing yourself to this king. It sounds like you are following your mother's wishes. You can refuse, right?"
Yes, if she refuses, even if she offends the queen, the queen will not kill her, but she will never be able to get close to her cousin. Her pretty face turned pale, "Cousin, do you hate me?"
"Hehehe..." He smiled sarcastically, and his soft laughter echoed in the gloomy cave hall, "Are you worthy of my hatred? You are not worthy." With a sharp look, he pointed to a row on the stone couch.
The corpses, "Those are all young and beautiful women, who were forcibly given to me by my mother.
