late snow

However, this is destined to be a restless night.

For the first time, Ji Huai realized what it was like not being able to sleep at night.

He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, turning over and over in his mind for a while, what was the hell sea, what was the blood butterfly, and the scene when Zhan Hua sacrificed his life to save himself for a while, it was a mess.

Half asleep and half awake, he dreamed of Zhan Hua.

It was that rainy day, when it was not as hot as it is now, the rain was crackling on the banana leaves, Zhanhua held up an oil-paper umbrella and looked towards him in the dense rain.

That look was cold and indifferent, but it was extremely pleasing.

"Ji Huai." Zhan Hua in the dream called his name, "Come here."

Ji Huai took two steps towards him subconsciously, and stopped in the rain. The rain was very cold, and Ji Huai shivered a little from the cold, and then he heard his own vague voice: "Zhan Hua, don't lie to me."

Zhan Hua didn't answer, but stood silently in the rain, wearing the white monk's robe, looking at him neither sad nor happy.

The rain suddenly became heavier.

The cold rain blocked his nose and mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Ji Huai began to cough and struggle instinctively, and then opened his eyes amidst the noise and fire.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

"Put out the fire! Go... go fetch water!"

"The guests are inside... Hurry up!"

The sound outside became distant and indistinct in the fire, Ji Huai wiped his face, but touched the water on his face.

A wet handkerchief covered his mouth and nose from behind, and Ji Huai was startled when he heard a familiar voice in his dream, "It's me."

Ji Huai turned his head and saw the person standing behind him clearly by the light of the fire.

It's Zhan Hua.

"Come with me." Zhan Hua stretched out a hand to him.

Ji Huai grabbed that hand.

Thin, cold, and strangely reassuring.

Zhan Hua didn't take him out, but rushed to the place where the fire was bigger.

Before Ji Huai could stop him, he was tightly held in his arms, and his head was firmly pressed to the shoulder by the opponent, protecting the back of his neck.

Ji Huai felt that they were constantly falling.

I don't know how long it took before they finally fell heavily to the ground. Ji Huai was so dizzy that he couldn't get up for a while, and then he heard a muffled groan in the confusion.

"Zhan Hua!" Ji Huai quickly got up and grabbed his arm in the darkness, "Are you injured?"

Zhan Hua withdrew the knife in his hand, leaned the still warm body next to the wall, and grabbed Ji Huai's wrist with his backhand, "It's okay."

Ji Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and then it was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, and he couldn't help becoming nervous again, "Where is this place?"

"The Xu family's secret room." Zhan Hua's voice suddenly paused.

Ji Huai only heard a click, and the originally dark secret room was instantly bright as day.

It turned out that the two of them were standing at the end of a corridor, and in front of them was a vast open space—it was not accurate enough to say that it was an open space, because there were more than a dozen supporting pillars around the open space, painted with bright colors. Red paint, with arm-thick iron chains wrapped around it, and some black and purple flocs hanging from it.

The top of the pillar is inlaid with countless fist-sized luminous pearls, illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day.

Suddenly there was a strange sound behind him, and just as Ji Huai wanted to turn his head to take a look, Zhan Hua held the back of his neck.

"It's okay." Zhan Hua didn't let go, and his movements were imperceptibly tough.

Ji Huai didn't look back.

Behind the two of them, there were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, and one of them even reached out to Ji Huai's heel, and he could touch Ji Huai with just a touch.

The man had died, and stared at Ji Huai with wide eyes, looking unwilling.

Zhan Hua turned his head slightly, looked at the corpse indifferently, curled the corners of his lips calmly, and led Ji Huai into the weird secret room.

A cold and damp feeling swept across his whole body from the soles of his feet in an instant. Ji Huai looked around vigilantly, but there was only a weird silence. He couldn't help taking a few steps towards Zhan Hua, "What are we doing here?"

Zhan Hua glanced at the cloth strips wrapped around his neck, and immediately looked away, "Come to make medicine."

Ji Huai didn't know, so, "What medicine is here?"

Before Zhan Hua could answer, the ground under his feet suddenly shook again. Ji Huai instinctively wanted to grab Zhan Hua, but this time he was in vain.

The feeling of weightlessness is not wonderful. Before Ji Huai even had time to make a sound, he lowered his head and saw the forest of knives glowing with cold light. Countless sharp knives pointed at him. He would be stabbed by these sharp knives in just a few breaths. wear.

"Zhan Hua!" Ji Huai called for help subconsciously.

However, only the echo remained in response to him.

Ji Huai closed his eyes in despair, and was pulled into his arms the next moment, the familiar smell soaked into his nostrils, Ji Huai hugged the other's neck tightly, his face pale.

The two of them hung in the air like this, only relying on a knife inserted into the wall to support their weight, and the gravel kept falling, and they might fall to their deaths at any time.

After Ji Huai was in shock for the rest of his life, he heard Zhan Hua say to him, "Jump down."

Ji Huai looked down at the dense forest of knives glowing with cold light, swallowed, "Where are you going to jump?"

"To the southwest, the knife there is an illusion of a broken knife." Zhan Hua said.

The knife supporting the two of them slid down for a while without warning, and Zhan Hua barely stopped when the back of his hand holding the knife hilt exposed hideous veins, "I'll count to three and jump together."

"Okay." Ji Huai nodded.

"one."

"two."

"Jump!"

Ji Huai gritted his teeth, and with Zhan Hua's strength, he jumped from a high altitude towards the southwest.

At that time, he was the first to enter the rivers and lakes due to unexpected accidents, and he had no ability to protect himself. He hadn't known so many people and experienced so many things. Looking at it later, the thrilling adventure that was a matter of life and death for him was not ordinary, even boring.

However, he clearly remembered the faint to chilly breath on Zhan Hua's body, the sound of his sleeves passing by in the wind, and the unique damp and stuffy smell in the secret room.

There is also the moment of landing, the joy that rises from my heart.

The joy was not only mixed with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, but also the ease of being at ease after unreservedly trusting Zhan Hua.

About since then, the idea that Zhan Hua would protect him has been deeply rooted in his heart, wrapped around his heart, and soaked in his blood.

Panting for breath, Ji Huai looked at the face close at hand, and showed a gentle smile.

The sleeves were tangled together, which well concealed the two tightly clasped hands.

However, no one let go first, as if they were still in mid-air, facing the uncertainty of life or death in the next second.

The two just looked at each other, they were so close that anyone who leaned forward a little could touch the tip of each other's noses.

Breathing together, Ji Huai saw himself in Zhan Hua's eyes.

Zhan Hua still had that expression that made it hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. If he hadn't been holding his hand, Ji Huai would have thought he was going to kill him.

I have to say that Ji Huai has amazing intuition in some aspects.

From the moment Zhan Hua heard Ji Huai call out his name and jumped down with a knife, Zhan Hua wanted to kill him directly.

The end of Ji Huai's death was arranged early in the morning, but it was so unnecessary to save his life.

Even now Zhan Hua has not been able to find a suitable excuse for himself, which makes him feel extremely irritable.

Irritated enough to want to press Ji Huai against the wall and bite his neck.

Volume Two: Baonan