Susan limped, but took very fast steps. The footprints surrounding her also scattered forward, chasing Zhao Zimai, who was holding Shen'er, and blocking the way for them to go first.

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and don't look at anything." Zhao Zimai pressed Shen'er's head on his shoulder, but he could feel Shen'er's body trembling violently, just like his own beating heart, because he suddenly felt that the back of his neck was very cold, as if someone was blowing air into his neck. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a few strands of burnt hair floating on his shoulders and cheeks, with a rotten burnt smell inside.

A cold body slowly pressed against Zhao Zimai's back, and he could even feel the heartbeat and breathing of that body.

"Phone me." Susan's voice was still grievanced. Her hand reached over his waist. He saw that her fingers were covered with black dust, leaving several light black marks as they streaked across his clothes.

The burnt smell became heavier and heavier. Zhao Zimai closed his eyes desperately and did not look at Susan holding his hands tightly. Now he was like a fish leaving the water, weak all over, as if he was about to die of hypoxia in the next second. Fortunately, he didn't need much effort, because Susan's arm was stuck under his ribs, lifting him off the ground.

"Old man."

After using all the means and unable to pull the beads off the wrist, Mu Xiaowu shouted at Mu Cuzi in anger. Mu Cuzi came to his senses and drove the copper needle toward Susan. However, before the needle reached her, it was blocked by several gray shadows, floating above the weeds and unable to move. Susan chuckled, wrapped her hands around Zhao Zimai's waist, and pulled him and Shen'er towards the direction of the baby tower.

"Baotian, use your sword to split the rosary." Seeing that Zhao Zimai was only a few steps away from the baby tower, Mu Xiaowu simply stretched his arm and shouted at Baotian, who was already scared and at a loss.

Seeing Baotian hesitantly pulling out his long sword, she shouted again, "Splitting this bead, hurry up."

Baotian did not hesitate anymore. He raised the sword in his hand a little higher, and then slashed down neatly. Seeing that the sharp blade had touched the bead, he heard a "clang" sound, and the bead emitted a golden light, bounced the sword out, landing on the ground and breaking into several petals.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu's heart veins were trembling, and a white mist floated in his mind. The mist dissipated. She saw an oval pond, with several red lotus flowers seemingly blooming and reflecting the turbid water surface red. Next to the pond are several rough steps, and the top layer holds a broken arch, which looks like a tower gate. However, the top tower crown is incomplete, and only vaguely can you see the pattern decorated with lotus flowers on it. Some lotus flowers seem to be carved with other figures, but they are too old and have long been concealed by time.

Behind the arch, there seemed to be lush forests, rugged rocks and a blue sky...

There was a man standing on the stone steps, to be precise, a young monk with a straight figure standing alone in front of the arch, like a tender but not delicate poplar tree that suddenly grew out of the desert. He stood facing the arch, so Mu Xiaowu couldn't see clearly, and could only roughly see the three-dimensional outline pieced together by the eyebrow bone, nose bridge and chin.

Mu Xiaowu recognized him because he was wearing a scarlet robe.

"You did it again." A voice that she knew so well came from behind the arch. It turned out that it was also here. No, this was its memory, its long-clogged memory. Mu Xiaowu narrowed his eyes and wanted to see the person behind the arch clearly, but he only saw a strange shadow.

"Why do you want to kill people? They are all innocent and have never done anything evil." Sang's voice sounded behind the door again.

"What have I done?" The young monk smiled, gentle as water, but his words confused Mu Xiaowu. "I accidentally knocked over the candlestick and burned the scriptures. Tell me, compared with the villain who has more than thirty lives, which is more serious, my fault or his?"

He raised his head and looked at the sky without a trace of clouds. The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and it seemed that there had been thousands of years of unwillingness and despair in his eyes. "The moon came out, and the moonlight fell on whom the first one was the criminal chosen by God. They said this was 'Tian Judgment'. I believed in God, and I knew that he would not sweep the bad luck on my head. But I was wrong. When the moonlight poured down from the sky and fell on me, the villain smiled and said, 'Master, look, what's the use of being a good person?"

Speaking of this, the monk stopped talking. Just when Mu Xiaowu held his breath and thought Sang was about to come out of the arch, he suddenly took off his cassock to his waist and exposed his back.

For a moment, Mu Xiaowu thought that the monk had been peeled because his entire back was covered in blood and had no inch of skin. But when she saw the bumpy dents, she suddenly understood, and understood what he had suffered during his lifetime.

A stream of heat rose from the soles of her feet and rushed straight into the sky cover, pulling her back to the reality in front of her. The beads were still locked on her wrist, and it was like teeth growing, chewing the skin on her wrist to the point of blood. But the heat continued to rise, gushing out along every pore in her body, as if to tear her apart.

"Zhao Zimai." Mu Xiaowu's eyes were filled with tears. Susan had now pulled Zhao Zimai and Shen'er to the tower gate, and the flames rushed out of the door and licked them desperately. Amy was screaming, and the voice reached her ears, but it became very small, "Zhao Zimai, hold on for a while."

But Zhao Zimai couldn't hear her words. He and Shen'er were tightly held back by the iron arm and lost consciousness. He only let Susan drag them towards the tower gate.

"Brother Cat, your nose is red. You are on the roof of the tiles, biting the bottom? My brother is so painful to go and bite Been... "Ah Ru, go and bite Been..." A low and gentle singing came from the grass. Susan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked behind her.

Yu kept humming, and handed the baby in her arms to Amy, took out a piece of dry steamed bun from the cloth bag she was carrying, and looked over to Susan, "Come here, I have something to eat here, I'm full, I'll sing to you."

Her hands were trembling. When she saw shadows slowly pouring out from Susan's body, she still smiled, just like what she had done in front of this tower for many years, "Mom has come to see you, brought you delicious food, and came to her arms. Mom misses you."

Susan's hand drooped, she and Zhao Zimai fell to the tower gate together, and the last shadow came out of her body. They ran towards Yu, wrapped around her body, turned into a ball of black smoke, and carried her to float towards the baby tower.

"Mom." Amy chased after him, holding the baby who was crying like her in his arms, "I have been searching for you for so many years, don't leave me."

She couldn't catch up with it, no one could catch up with it. It had been waiting for so many years and hating it for so many years, but it was just to get a warm embrace.

"Quick." Seeing Yu being rolled into the tower gate, Mu Xiaowu felt all her hair stand up. She had heard the rosary "creaking". It had reached the edge of shattering, and it was only one last breath.

"Miss Mu, thank you Lord Zhao for helping me keep this guilty person...secret..."

Yu's voice weakened, and the tongue of fire completely swallowed her, but at the last moment, Amy saw the eyes in the fire, the eyes that were almost exactly the same as hers. She could no longer speak, but she could hear her calling her name.

"Xiaoling."

With a "bang", the beads collapsed everywhere, and three dazzling flames burst out from Mu Xiaowu's palm and flew towards the baby tower. (The end of this volume)

postscript:

"You have killed Xiaoling, I will not let you take Xiaomei away again."

"Give her to me."

"Gu Yuming, you will be retribution."

"Give me."

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“Bang.”

During the fight, she pushed him into the stove, the fire pounced on him, burning his hair and clothes. He struggled to climb out, but she picked up an iron pickaxe and knocked it hard on his head.

"Xiao Ling, I can't bear to leave...no...no death..."

He trembled and said the last sentence, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

The sky was cut by lightning, and the thunder was thunderous and deafening.
Chapter completed!