Huang Po held a dim lantern and walked slowly through the weedy courtyard. The twisted shadow dragged on the ground, like a silently moving ghost.
Prince Qiao, dressed in feathers and wearing a starry crown, walked gracefully behind. Although it was almost midsummer, the trees around Sufeng Tower were decaying, and everything was desolate, as if all life had been strangely blocked out.
"Sir, Mr. Hou's illness has become more serious. The attacks have been much more frequent these days than in previous years. Recently, he has eaten very little and cannot sleep well at night. He always wakes up and talks nonsense." Huang Po suddenly stopped and stood.
In front of the gray stone threshold of Sufeng Building, the lantern flickered, and her face was like an orange peel that was slowly wrinkled under the scorching sun. "Sir's treatment method doesn't seem to be very effective. The old slave watched helplessly as he suffered.
Tortured, I feel anxious and don’t know what to do.”
Wang Ziqiao said "hmm" nonchalantly and was about to cross the stone threshold.
"Sir, if my illness continues like this, when will it end?" Huang Po turned around and stood in front of Wang Ziqiao, staring at him with her white eyes.
Wang Ziqiao glanced at her lightly: "How can things in this world end? No matter how unwilling you are, you have to wear it out slowly, right?"
Mrs. Huang's hand trembled, and the light reflected in her pupils, like sharp knives shining with cold light. "Sir!" Her voice suddenly rose, and the sharp knives in her eyes seemed to be pierced out.
"It's late at night, please speak softly, I can hear you." Wang Ziqiao looked at Po Huang with interest. This old woman who was the personal bodyguard of Yongning Marquis had always been gloomy and taciturn. When she didn't think about it, she was confused when she was concerned. Maybe -
Can he have one more chess piece, one more toy? To arouse the emotions of living beings and manipulate them, it will always be a game that the demons from outside the territory never tire of playing.
Huang Po was silent for a while and hissed: "I'm just a humble old slave. I shouldn't have gone beyond saying this. When the master was just born, I served him. I changed diapers, combed his hair, and watched him grow day by day.
Gao, accompanying him vigorously from Boling to Jiankang, entering the court, becoming a marquis, marrying a wife, and having children..."
Wang Ziqiao laughed, and his laughter seemed particularly cold in the middle of the night: "What on earth do you want to say? Is it possible that a servant still has delusions of transcendence? Are you worthy?"
"Of course I don't deserve it, and I don't dare to exceed the limit." Huang Po looked blank. "I don't know what the secret discussion between the master and the Marquis is. That's not something I, a servant, can interfere with. But -" She raised her head.
, stared straight at Wang Ziqiao, "It's just that if someone dares to hurt me, I will suck his blood and eat his flesh, crush his bones and raise ashes even if I risk my life!"
Wang Ziqiao looked at the old woman calmly, with the corner of his mouth raised slightly, like a ferocious beast in the night showing its white teeth before hunting: "Huang Po, the monster who hurt Mr. Hou said in his dream on the ground, what's the use of your desperate efforts? You deserve it"
Have you entered the Dream Path? Can you kill it once you enter? I understand, saying a few harsh words to show my loyalty may make you feel better."
The lantern shook more and more violently, and the flames undulated, making the old grass on the ground seem to burn. Wang Ziqiao gave a faint sigh, walked past the old woman, suddenly turned around, leaned close to her, and whispered in a low voice: "Yi Wang
From my perspective, it’s not that much of a transgression. In the past few years, the Marquis has lost his wife and children, and it’s inconvenient for him to see outsiders. He has to rely on you to take care of his food and daily life. Isn’t that good?”
Huang Po's body stiffened, and a devilish and seductive whisper came to her ears: "You are the only one in the world of Marquis Yongning now. The Marquis is completely yours. Even if you don't deserve it, you have to deserve it. This is what you have to do for most of your life."
I don’t have the chance... Think about it carefully, is it really bad to go on like this and get nowhere?"
"Shut up!" Huang Po shouted in a daze, and the lantern fell to the ground. The candle sprout licked the paper and suddenly burned, and the bamboo frame made a harsh "crackling" sound in the flames.
Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly. He "saw" a little demonic thought quietly appearing in Huang Po's spiritual world. The invisible roots spread deep into the depths, grabbing the other party's intense emotions as nourishment and growing continuously.
From the beginning to the end, he never cast a spell. He just cleverly provoked Huang Po's emotional changes and caused her to produce strong mental fluctuations, thereby opening up a spiritual gap and giving birth to the seeds of evil thoughts.
Fundamentally, this evil thought is the thought of the living being. It naturally grows from the soil of the human heart. It can be said that one thought is made in heaven and has endless derivation. With the help of this evil thought, Wang Ziqiao can transform it into a spring breeze and rain, and gradually cultivate it into a beautiful and beautiful man.
The fruits eventually blossomed and completely occupied Huang Po's entire spiritual world.
"Huang Po, why don't you lead the way? Don't delay my diagnosis and treatment for the Marquis." Wang Ziqiao waved his sleeves leisurely, and the lantern was burned in the burning flames. The mottled embers flew up and hit Huang Po's face.
Up, there was a little bit of tingling.
Huang Po stepped on the stairs in despair, walking up step by step, not daring to look at Wang Ziqiao again, but his nightmare murmurs kept echoing in her mind: "The Marquis is completely yours, isn't this good? Like this
Isn’t it good?..."
She suddenly remembered that many years ago, when she served Yongning Marquis to take a bath, she had used her hands to stir up the hot soup. The water droplets rolled down the young man's smooth back, and the plump muscles were full of vitality, revealing a fresh pink color... p>
She couldn't help but shudder, shaking her head in panic, and saw the corpse monsters hanging on both sides, each with ferocious heads, staring greedily at her in the darkness.
"An Anxin, please stay outside and don't disturb me. I'll go in and check on Master Hou's condition." Wang Ziqiao calmly pushed open the door of the wing on the second floor and closed it from the back. Po Huang suddenly felt relieved, as if her spine had been removed.
, slumped to the ground.
A little seed of evil thoughts sprouted quietly.
The sound of coughing came through several layers of curtains. There were no lights in the wing, the windows were tightly closed, and the thick bead curtains were hung. Wang Ziqiao walked to his gums and stared at the figure reflected on the curtains, with tears oozing from the corners of his mouth.
A hint of cold smile.
"Master Hou, I'm here." He slowly opened the curtain.
A blue-white stiff face suddenly came over, with bright red lips that seemed to be dripping with blood. The hair was messy and gray, scattered sparsely on the shoulders. There were many withered and broken hair on the jade pillow, giving off a faint fishy smell. "Give me the medicine!" Marquis Yongning leaned forward and grabbed Wang Ziqiao's wrist, his urgent voice roaring like a wild beast.
"Master Hou, please be patient and don't be impatient."
"Where's the medicine? Where's the medicine!"
Prince Qiao smiled sarcastically: "Master Hou, your son and daughter are dead, how can there be any new medicine? With Master Hou's current body, it will be difficult for him to regenerate."
"You promised me!" Hou Yongning growled, his nails dug deeply into Wang Ziqiao's skin, and his fingers were as jagged as bones, growing fine gray hairs. Suddenly, he retracted his hand, holding his head and twitching in pain,
From time to time, the throat makes one or two strange sounds.
"Master Marquis, please relax, Mr. Wang will help you ease the pain and sleep peacefully." Wang Ziqiao's evil thoughts stirred in his heart, and his long sleeves suddenly unfolded, brushing against the forehead of Yongning Marquis. The latter fainted, and a strange and ferocious look appeared.
The virtual image, a wisp of light smoke, faintly floated out of the center of Yongning Hou’s head, hanging in mid-air.
Wang Ziqiao stared at the shadow quietly. "You are all dead." He murmured, his voice tired and lonely.
The virtual image is like a madman struggling and roaring, exuding bursts of huge, chaotic and evil aura.
"But this game of chess must continue." Wang Ziqiao stretched out his hand and slowly probed into the shadow. The magic sources as small as bright sand fell on his palm, and turned into dust in an instant, disappearing into smoke.
"Boom!" A deafening thunder exploded in the night sky.
"Pfft!" The golden epiphyllum branches wrapped around the source of the devil, withdrew from a demon's head and retracted into Qian Huogui's fingertips. The demon fell down at the door of the cabin, and Qian Huogui jumped over the corpse. The hunt has begun! She couldn't help but stick out her soft pink tongue and licked the plasma on the magic source. Her face flushed, she gasped lightly, and continued to dive towards the cabin.