The horse gallops, the swords and shadows, the pain passing through the chest, the suffocation that sinks into the bottom of the river...

Wake up, hurry up, open your eyes, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, wake up, don’t give up, no matter what, live, don’t give up!

The picture in my mind suddenly changed. In the wilderness, figures intertwined, and a pair of eyes full of hostility, with unconcealed disgust and unexciting sinking, were rising and falling, bringing the crushing pain to another flesh and blood that was already broken...

"ah!!"

Feng Jiuniang looked at the little thing fluttering in her hand blankly.

It was a little boy, about three or four years old, with his throat strangled, his face turned blue, his eyes turned pale, and his mouth was as if he was crying out from his sister.

She let go of her hand.

It’s not that I don’t want to kill people right away, but that I don’t have the strength to do it and can only fail.

The little boy fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes met her emotions-free eyes, and immediately crawled away with his hands and feet.

Yes, he crawled away, obviously frightened.

After a long time, Feng Jiuniang slowly looked around. She was in a room, with an extremely simple layout, but it was completely different from her familiar style.

She lowered her eyes and concealed her doubts.

Later, when I saw my hands, which obviously did not belong to me, I finally widened my eyes.

Is she still dreaming?

Why has it become smaller?

Feng Jiuniang lifted the quilt and didn't care how her thin body shrank was shocking, and headed towards the opened door.

The little boy who had just left was wandering outside the door. When he saw her walking out, he immediately ran to another corner like a frightened rabbit.

The farthest distance from her.

Feng Jiuniang looked up and could no longer hide her doubts.

Where is this?

She couldn't understand.

Even though she had thought about ending his life before, the little boy did not leave even with fear. Even as she looked around, he quietly looked at her in the corner.

Of course, it was his self-conceived hush.

Feng Jiuniang thought that she was either still dreaming or she was already crazy.

That sword cut off not only his love with her, but also her life.

Her body would be foamy and swollen, eaten by wild animals, or, as the second memory, die with his eyes open but still be humiliated.

laugh.

Life is worse than death, and death is worse than life.

She, Feng Jiuniang, God will not accept it.

There is no way to ignore the smaller body, nor to ignore the renewal of the surrounding environment. So, is she accusing someone else of the face of a ghost?

She is not a lonely ghost, and someone should pay tribute after death. It is easy to be reborn. She has killed many people, but those who die in her hands are the ones who deserve to die. Even if she is unwilling to die, she should not become a resentful ghost and possessed in the body of the dead.

Yes, the owner of this body had long died. Before being targeted by the demon, he had already broken up. The cause of death could probably be considered suicide?

She touched her wrist, the marks had disappeared, and her head was a little dizzy.

She died, probably a ghost, attached to a corpse that should have no life, but now she is like a living person, with warmth and heart beats.

So, is she dead or alive?
Chapter completed!