The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Cold pain and dampness.

In the hallucination, the blood from the apex of his heart flowed along his skin, and everywhere he went was burned by the temperature of the blood.

It’s the touch of painful memories from the past.

The scenes have been forgotten, like a scourge, washing away the agarwood and attracting all consciousness, like a body that has lost its soul.

In the loss of temperature, the aroma of burned wood mixed with a strong masculine scent penetrated the nostrils.

"Agarwood! Wake up!" A familiar voice called her, but it was so far away, as if she was standing on the other side of the river.

She was picked up, and the man called her again, anxiously.

The smell of gunpowder around me is getting more and more pungent. My five senses are still there, but I can't find an exit back to the real world.

When she didn't get a response, the man covered the back of her head and buried her head against his chest.

During the bumps, the smoke was billowing and he couldn't keep his eyes open. Agarwood felt a little lack of oxygen and coughed to the point of suffocation.

In his ears, the man's heart was beating violently and he was breathing heavily.

"I will take you out." The man's low words seemed to be addressed to himself.

I don't know how much time passed in the hazy silence, but a blurry light appeared in my vision.

The man holding him suddenly groaned, and Agarwood smelled the smell of burnt blood.

After a long time, the man and himself became weightless together. After the strong impact, the bumps subsided.

The big hands behind her moved from the back of her head to her back, one after another.

A kiss was placed on the top of the head, and the man's low voice was close to the ear, "It's okay."

Loud noises came one after another. Chen Xiangyin was attracted to his attention. He raised his head numbly and looked at the source of the sound.

The gloomy building was wrapped in billowing smoke, and countless scattered mushroom clouds were billowing.

The dark clouds and thick smoke are connected, and it is so huge that it is frightening.

There were roars, like thunderstorms approaching.

Stars of light flashed between the smoke and the sky.

Chen Xiangyin tilted his head slightly and thought: What... is this?

When it was clear that the fireworks were blooming chaotically in the daytime, his breath was frozen and his eyes were moist.

The pleasant shock hit the depths of her soul, as if her heart was clenched so tightly that it ached.

Chen Xiangyin raised his head, his neck stretched into an extreme curve, and stared at the fireworks in front of him.

The short and intense power exploded in the air without being seen.

He Chongtian looked past her slender neck that kept swallowing and looked at the sudden disaster in front of him.

When he and Shen Xiangyin were in the basement, Wang Rui brought a batch of fireworks.

Unsold fireworks for the New Year require a lot of money to store.

Wang Rui recovered it at a very low price and planned to store it here temporarily at zero cost and make a fortune the next year.

After losing the mountain ghost money to ward off evil spirits, Wang Rui did not dare to step into the ghost building and only dared to put his things in the shed in the park.

Five thousand boxes of fireworks.

Controlled by the hand of misfortune, coincidentally, the evil wind swept the cigarette butts Wang Rui threw dozens of meters away into the shed.

All six people, including Wang Rui, were taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Flesh and blood, life and death uncertain.

There was chaos all around, with the sounds of police cars and ambulances coming and going.

"Sir, you are injured!" A medical staff ran to He Chongtian's side.

He waved his hands to the sky and said firmly: "It doesn't matter."

If Chenxiang couldn't lead her to the hospital, then he wouldn't go either. She was still clutching the old cheongsam, as if she had lost her soul and hadn't woken up.

The fireworks continued to explode all afternoon, and Chen Xiangyin watched them on the grass a hundred meters away.

There was a vague voice repeating in my mind, which I couldn't hear clearly.

The wind carried the smell of gunpowder and ashes, the fierce fires and explosions continued to erupt with huge energy, and occasionally the light of fire was blown in front of us by the heat wave.

As the sky darkened, the surroundings returned to a dead silence.

Chen Xiangyin finally heard the words that echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Don't feel sorry for yourself.

These four words are like a mantra, containing huge power and filling your heart.

After coming back to his senses and returning to the present moment, Chen Xiang directed his attention to He Chongtian.

He closed his eyes and arched his body to support her weight, his chest heaving and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Blood flowed down the shoulder to the fingertips, staining a small patch of grass red.

Looking at the hand again, the old cheongsam was wrinkled and covered with ashes.

Chen Xiangyin put his hand into He Chongtian's pocket and touched the lighter, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Chen Xiangyin reacted, and He suddenly opened his eyes, "Are you okay?"

Although Chen Xiangyin was in a nightmare, he was still somewhat aware of the process of escaping just now, and he could also deduce how dangerous the situation was at that time.

He Chongtian escaped from death and brought her out, but was injured.

Chen Xiangyin protected the wind with one hand, held up the flame of the lighter, and lit the old cheongsam, "This dress is mine."

She raised her hand and waved across the ghost building where the thick smoke had not dispersed, "This ghost building is also the result of my evil."

He Chongtian suppressed the pain, gritted his teeth, stood up, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"This cheongsam condensed my grievances and was used by people with malicious intentions to lead to the current situation."

The old cheongsam was soaked with dried blood and emitted a strong smell of rust when burned.

When the wind blows, the tongues of fire roll around the old clothes, like a human figure struggling to survive.

He Chongtian said: "Then this is not your evil ghost, but the evil result of the person who planned it."

Don't feel sorry for yourself, it doesn't matter whose fault it is.

Chen Xiangyin lit a cigarette in front of the half-human-high flame, "Find a clinic to treat the wound, then look for Xuan Guo, and find the twenty-ninth person in the photo who does not exist."

He Chongtian hummed, "Chen Xiangyin, how old are you this year?"

Chen Xiang said that the cheongsam was hers and that the ghost building was formed more than 20 years ago.

She looks a few years younger than me, in her twenties. Did she also wear a cheongsam more than twenty years ago?

Chen Xiangyin smiled half-heartedly at him, "Twenty-four." Seeing his gloomy face, Chen Xiangyin casually said, "Ancestor's cheongsam."

He Chongtian combed his hair and asked her in a joking tone: "Is resentment also inherited from ancestors?"

"Yes." Chen Xiangyin watched the cheongsam in front of him being burned, "I can only say this much."

……

At night, a roadside chicken rice noodle stall.

Xuan Guo took back the soul attracting bell, held it in his hand and looked at it happily, "I lost it and found it again, thank you."

Chen Xiang asked him out of curiosity: "What does this bell do?"

Xuan Guo raised his eyelids lazily and said, "Invite souls. People who have lost their way and died in vain can follow the ringtone to be reborn."

Chenxiang's pupils shrank, such a powerful magic weapon, Xuan Guo is really not easy to use.

Xuan Guo frowned lightly, adding a hint of arrogance, "Since you helped me find the soul-inducing bell, it's time for me to fulfill my promise and take you to find my master."

"But..." Xuan Guo changed the topic, "As for whether she will help you, I can't guarantee it."

The shop owner brought a bowl of shredded chicken rice noodles. Chen Xiangyin stacked the two bowls in front of him and pushed them aside to eat the third bowl.

"Xuanguo, are you a human?" Chen Xiangyin said casually picking up the rice noodles.

Xuan Guo was displeased and narrowed his eyes, "Why are you talking!"

Chen Xiangyin reacted for a moment, then changed his words, "Wen Jihua was lonely and had only a white dog to keep him company. He died tragically in a ghost building, so that black cat with human nature pretended to be his white dog?"

The slightly raised tone was obviously firm, but it sounded like a tone asking for opinions.

He Chongtian's dark eyes like splashing ink suddenly flashed, "Xuan Weihei. Master Zhuang said that she has a weak relationship between master and disciple, and will only accept Aunt Mute as her disciple. Therefore, you are not a human being."

Xuan Guo narrowed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, relaxed lazily, and made a sound in a human voice.

"Meow--"