I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The sun is shining on the tomb, but the chill is still coming and going.

Fang Cenxi couldn't easily take Jiang Sanqiaoer out of the village at night, so he sent a letter back to the Nuan Pavilion, but he didn't want to wait for the inner guard to respond, but was picked out of the hiding place by the villagers and the "Dade".

The villagers obeyed the words of Li Sibo, who had already become a "virtuous man", and Li Sibo seemed to know the Jianzhou Japanese Rebellion so well that the villagers were completely convinced by just a few words. Woe of misfortune.

Fang Cenxi let Jiang Sanqiaoer go at that critical moment.

In fact, he didn't have time to think about whether he could survive.

He only wanted to find a place to take refuge for Jiang Sanqiaoer, so at the last moment, he told Jiang Sanqiaoer about Pei Gong from Liang Guogong's mansion.

In this way, he fell into Li Sibo's hands without any suspense.

As the "culprit" who let Jiang Sanqiaoer go, the villagers' hatred for him is genuine.

They hoped that Fang Cenxi would die so that Wuchang would not commit another crime to Wucun.

Fang Cenxi no longer remembers how he was tortured to death.

He only knew that he was tied so tightly that his fingers had already lost feeling and began to tingle, but he had no room to move.

There is only endless darkness all around.

He inexplicably thought of Xianghai Xishan, and Pei Gong who went looking for him regardless of safety.

People are used to being taken care of, and he seems to be no exception.

Time passed slowly, and he tried to gather consciousness.

But his eyes were still getting more and more drowsy, until finally, the usual nightmare struck in front of him again.

"Learning..."

"Learning..."

A shrill cry mixed with a sigh.

"Learning..."

It has never stopped for a long time, cutting people's lives like a blunt knife.

Looking at the source of the sound, one can only see a bloody figure trapped in the infinite night, with disheveled hair, like a ghost.

Sticky and greasy blood, with a fishy smell, surged and flowed around like waves.

The scene in front of him was obviously his hometown, Jianzhou, but it was more creepy than any lonely grave.

"Linyuan..." Ghosting's hands were even more bloodstained.

It was half of a mutilated right hand, which seemed to have been sliced ​​off by some sharp weapon, leaving only two severed fingers with bones exposed, struggling to stretch closer and closer to Fang Cenxi.

Fang Cenxi wanted to hide, but the world around him seemed to be shrinking, getting smaller and more limited, pushing him forward against his back.

He missed Jianzhou, and he never wanted to go back there.But now that the Jianzhou in his memory is close in front of him, he can only close his eyes helplessly and refuse to look at it.

Not long after, the mutilated finger brushed across his face, and the blood splashed straight on the side of his face.

It was warm, blood with a fishy smell.

Fang Cenxi frowned, and his face became paler and paler.

The winter in Suncheon is too cold.

To him, being able to sleep forever in this place may be a kind of relief instead.

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Pei Gong didn't know where the so-called "hole" was.

But he has his most simple and rude method——

Grab the village head of Heqiao Village, and you can hear the cause and effect with two slaps.

He still didn't forget to tie them up in the house, and then rushed towards the place where they buried Fang Cenxi.

The tomb has been sealed with soil, and there is even a talisman array on it.

Pei Gong recklessly dug the loess above, and he shoveled the valuable scabbard into the soil again and again, and then raised it again.

He looked like he was crazy.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before he finally dug the corner of the coffin.

The coffin was buried vertically in the tomb, and it was covered with unknown so-called yellow symbols.

Pei Gong didn't care about it, he just raised the knife and chopped off the top cover of the coffin in an instant.

Pei Gong could see clearly what was going on inside the coffin by the faint light that poured into the coffin.

Fang Cenxi's hands were bound in the coffin with extremely thin copper wires. After he struggled several times, the copper wires had already penetrated into his flesh, and those originally white and slender hands were already covered with scabbed blood. .

With just one glance, Pei Gong didn't have the heart to dig any further.

He simply jumped into the coffin, just wanting to ask Fang Cenxi to come out first.

The cramped coffin oppresses the space for activities.

He got used to the light in the coffin, and finally saw Fang Cenxi's appearance clearly.

"Cen Xi..." Pei Gong frowned into an incomprehensible knot. He seemed to know the person in front of him, yet felt that he was very strange.

Fang Cenxi's head drooped slightly, completely unconscious.

His hair was loose, his face was bloodless, as pale as paper.

Even those affectionate eyebrows and eyes, which were always coveted, were covered with black silk cloth at this moment, as if he was afraid that if he looked at him one more time, he would cause trouble.

Not only that, Fang Cenxi was also stuffed with a peach wood carving evil cicada in his mouth, and a ginger paper charm drawn with cinnabar was glued to his forehead. Curse-printed black straight body.

Pei Gong didn't even dare to think about how much Fang Cenxi suffered in this place before he was stuffed into the coffin.

Pei Gong just finds it unbelievable, he doesn't understand these Taoist things, but the scene in front of him allows him to clearly distinguish——

These people treated Fang Cenxi as a demon, leaving no trace of dignity or leeway.

A living person was blindfolded by them so that he could not see his surroundings, his mouth was gagged and he could not speak, and he was tied up with copper wire so that he could not move at all. Like a sacrifice, he was tied up in a coffin waiting to die.

What kind of hopeless scene must that be?

Pei Gong only felt that his heart was about to be crushed.

He suppressed his excitement, and tried his best to lean against Fang Cenxi in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid."

"I can untie it, and soon."

Pei Gong doesn't like fish.

Not only because of the unbearable fishy smell, but also because it is troublesome to pick pricks, and there is a danger of throat getting stuck if you are not careful.

But now when he was untying those copper wires for Fang Cenxi, he suddenly seemed to have infinite patience.

The cold wind was bitter, and soon the fingertips became stiff, and it became very difficult to even bend them.

But Pei Gong didn't care about it at all, he just tried to comfort Fang Cenxi, who was suffering from guilt: "Cen Xi, just bear with it, it will be fine soon... soon..."

It was very cold in the coffin, Pei Gong could only stick to Fang Cenxi, trying to bring some temperature, but he was afraid of hurting Fang Cenxi even the slightest bit.

Fang Cenxi was originally a frail scholar, like a flower that has been carefully cultivated in a greenhouse.

He fell down as soon as he was pushed in Xianghai, and he would faint when he saw a little wolf blood. He couldn't stand the wind or the rain, how could he suffer the crime like this?

Now Fang Cenxi's body is cold, he is weak and helpless, and his breath is like gossamer, Pei Gong just feels as if he was severely injured by something, and feels pain rushing to his heart one after another.

He had no choice but to say to himself again: "It's okay, Cen Xi, I'm here."

"Your third master is looking for you."

Fang Cenxi seemed to have gained a little consciousness, murmured softly on his shoulder twice, but because the cicada's wings were stuck at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't utter a complete word.

Pei Gong looked at the weak and helpless Fang Cenxi, his heart was completely chaotic.

He wanted to raise his hand, to help Fang Cenxi brush away those shabby things that restricted his senses, only to find that he was blocked by the cramped inner wall of the coffin and couldn't bend or move.

Pei Gong frowned, anxious but helpless.

After a moment of silence, he simply changed his mind, nodded and lowered his eyes, bit the charm on Fang Cenxi's forehead and the silk cloth covering his eyes, turned his face sideways and tore it off.

Fang Cenxi's eyes were lightly closed, and crow's eyelashes were hanging down under his eyes, revealing a kind of fragility that seemed to be completely shattered if someone touched it lightly.

Pei Gong didn't even dare to breathe out for a while, he just wanted to get out the cicada that was still stuck in Fang Cenxi's mouth.

He cautiously approached Fang Cenxi's face, and lightly held the half of the cicada's tail.

Unexpectedly, the wooden cicada's wings were stuck in the corner of Fang Cenxi's mouth, but it was stuck tightly. If it was pulled hard, it would definitely hurt the corner of Fang Cenxi's mouth. In the current situation, there is no way to take it out easily.

But it's not hard to imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have this kind of thing stuck in your mouth.

Then Pei Gong tilted his head neatly again, and pressed himself closer to Fang Cenxi, so close that he almost touched Fang Cenxi's lips, so close that Fang Cenxi's weak breath fell on his face.

Fang Cenxi's eyelashes brushed against Pei Gong's face just like that, and the bridge of his nose was also touching Pei Gong's cheek, delicate and smooth, like a piece of fine jade.

Pei Gong bit it three times, and finally put his strength into it.

He glanced at Fang Cenxi, who was right in front of him, and then closed his eyes so as not to get distracted, he vigorously pushed the wooden cicada lightly, staggered the jade cicada's wings stuck in the corner of Fang Cenxi's mouth, and then snapped it away neatly and neatly. The cicada in his mouth spit it out on the ground.

The mahogany cicada was made rough, Pei Gong couldn't help but gnawed a mouthful of the bark scum.

Pei Gong nodded, spat a few mouthfuls of the peach wood dregs with disgust on his face, and kissed Fang Cenxi's forehead in a flash.

Pei Gong was slightly taken aback, only feeling a shiver all over his body.

The brows under his lips were delicate and smooth, with a slight coolness, and there was also a crisp and numb feeling, which rippled all over his body at once.

But Fang Cenxi, who was kissed, didn't show any signs of waking up.

Pei Gong lowered his eyes and looked at it, only feeling that there were 1 fears in his heart.

He was not afraid of this weird sacrifice, not afraid of this lonely grave blowing in the cold wind, he was afraid that Fang Cenxi's eyes would not be opened, that the people around him would leave one by one, and that Fang Cenxi would be punished if he came too late. Drowning in despair.

He wrapped his arms around Fang Cenxi's waist, dragged him out of the cramped coffin, then grabbed the edge himself, and jumped out swiftly.

The sun had begun to sink.

The vastness of the four fields, the setting sun is like blood.

He hugged Fang Cenxi tightly, and found an abandoned thatched hut several times, he hurriedly stopped to light a fire, wrapped Fang Cenxi tightly with his cloak, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Cen Xi, it's okay."

"It's okay, nothing will happen."

Although they were all words of comfort to Fang Cenxi, no one answered him, it was more like Pei Gong talking to himself.

But even so, Pei Gong still refused to stop.

"Don't worry about it."

"You don't even know, I don't want to be just friends with you."

"Cen Xi, don't let anything happen again."

"If you don't open your eyes again, where should I go to put my love?"

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