Chapter 160

When I was in doubt, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door.

Then, from a shadow, a man came out quickly. His face was like a crown jade, and his temperament was like a banished immortal.

It's Wen chuyang!

He walked quickly to the door and opened it. In front of the door stood a woman dressed as a servant girl. She put a bowl of lotus seed soup on the tray in her hand. Seeing that Wen chuyang opened the door, she went in with a smile and said to Wen chuyang, "national teacher, this is the lotus seed soup that the princess specially ordered the servant girl to cook."

It's all over again!

I ran over excitedly, reached for the bowl of lotus seed soup, and yelled at Wen chuyang: "don't drink it! It's poisonous in here

However, for this dusty memory of more than a thousand years, it is only an accident that does not exist.

Wen chuyang smiles and scoops the lotus seed soup with a spoon. He talks with the woman in a painless conversation.

At this time, I think of what Qi Ziyi said. He said that this kind of magic is powerful. The person who uses it will experience the most frightening thing in his heart again and again until his spirit completely collapses.

So I have to stop it, or that scene will be repeated in front of my eyes.

Since Wen chuyang can see this experience, he must be around here.

The whole space here is like a huge stage, with a light projected in the center. All the plots are going on under the light, but everything around is completely submerged in the dark.

I look around looking for, and finally found the figure of Wen chuyang in a corner.

At this time, he was sitting in a chair, staring at what was happening in front of him, his face was very bad, and his body was still there.

"Warm chuyang." I went up to him and held his hand. His hand seemed to be more ice than usual. "Wen chuyang, can you hear me?" Then I raised a hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

He was still staring ahead, unaffected by anything, as if I didn't exist.

"Putong" sound, the Wen chuyang behind me has fallen to the ground, followed by the sound of opening the door, footsteps.

I don't dare to look back. I can't accept it after only watching it once, so I can't imagine what it's like for Wen chuyang to sit here and watch his heart being dug again and again.

"Wen chuyang! Wake up! As long as you regain consciousness, all this will stop! You don't have to suffer that again! " I tried to shake Wen chuyang's arm, but he didn't react at all.

"Can you hear me or not?" I almost roared at Wen chuyang, but no matter how loud I was, I couldn't call back his consciousness.

What should I do? If I can't take him out of this magic spell, he will always be deeply in this pain and fear, until his will is dissipated, maybe just as the female ghost wishes to imprison Wen chuyang beside her.

This kind of thing, as a real lady, how can I allow it to happen! Since I can get in, it means that Wen chuyang left a channel for me at the moment when he was controlled by the poisonous needle. He must believe me and I can take him away with my strength.

But what should I do?

I lowered my head and looked at Wen chuyang's palm. It was obvious that there was a black spot, which should be the place where the poisonous needle was injected.

I pointed the black spot with my finger and found that it was not deep. When I pressed it down, I could even feel its hardness.

So I pressed my two fingers around the black spot and squeezed it hard, trying to squeeze it out. But it took a long time, and it was useless.

Wen chuyang's nightmare continues. At this time, I hear the knock on the door again. It's like a life threatening note, knocking on my heart.

The more anxious I was, the more blank my head was. I didn't know what to do. When I entered here, I just wanted to bring him out, but now I can't help it.

"Wen chuyang, what can I do to get you out of here?" I look up, looking at the pale face, eyes dull, motionless Wen chuyang, "you say, you tell me, how can I help you."

Tears unconsciously flow down, for the pain of Wen chuyang and my incompetence now, I put Wen chuyang's hand on my cheek, tears flow down my cheek to his cold palm.

I don't know if it's my illusion. When tears touched his palm, I felt that Wen chuyang's hand seemed to shake slightly. I was surprised. I quickly spread out his hand in front of me, but when I went to see it again, I couldn't feel anything.

My spirit is shocked. If so, it means that Wen chuyang can feel my existence. He must also want to relieve the current predicament.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, it seems that the black spot is larger than just now. It seems that the influence of this spell on him has deepened. I have to hurry up.

Just when I was stunned, I heard a pop behind me. It was the sound of Wen chuyang falling to the ground.

Ah - is this the step again!

But I haven't thought of how to do it up to now! The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am. I unconsciously bite my lips. The more irritable I am, the heavier I bite.

All of a sudden, I felt a pain in my lips, which made me wake up. I found that I had bitten my lips.

With the tongue gently licked, tasted a bloody smell, actually bite bleeding.

Wait

Bleeding?

If my blood can restrict those ghosts, will it have any effect on this needle? If it's normal, I can try it, but at this time, the needle is stuck in Wen chuyang's hand. If I want to destroy the needle, I will hurt Wen chuyang's hand first.

But the problem is, even if I hurt his hand and let the needle show, I can't guarantee that my blood will have an effect on the needle!

When I think about it, I'm so tangled. I want to save him, but I don't want to hurt him.

Just when I hesitated, I suddenly felt Wen chuyang's hand began to shake slightly again. Is this his response to me after he realized my idea?

I think, anyway, Wen chuyang is a thousand year old ghost with rough skin and thick flesh. Even if my blood does harm to him, it won't hurt him too much, so I'll bet on it!

This is the space created by the memory of Wen chuyang. There is no sharp weapon that can help me to harm myself, so I can only rely on myself and use my own good teeth.

I bear the pain, in my lips and a hard bite, I found myself is really more and more ruthless.

When my lips were bitten and blood came out, I didn't dare to waste a little. I quickly picked up Wen chuyang's hand, aimed at the black spot, and bowed my head to kiss it.