Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

The hand holding the unsheathed sword blocked her way forward, staring into her eyes motionless, "Madam, you can't come in. Please leave as soon as possible."

The hand that untied the token at her waist was shaking slightly, and her stiff fingers almost dropped to the ground. She took a deep breath, and her voice suppressed the trembling, "I want to go in."

He held a token in one hand towards them, holding it so hard that the hard pattern on it could be imprinted on his hand.

After a stalemate for a while, she almost showed her timidity and took back the token. She took back the hand in front of her and pushed open the door that seemed to have been sealed for a long time.

The sunlight seemed to have penetrated in just now, dissipating some of the cold air in the courtyard, but it still looked a bit gloomy and lifeless.

She took a step forward, but the temperature did not drop significantly. The door closed behind her. She was like a prey that stepped into a trap, locked inside with no way to escape.

There were many green plants in the courtyard, which must have been carefully taken care of, and did not look deserted. As he walked around, he did not see any servants. As he approached his room, the number of maids and guards gradually increased.

No one stopped her, and she arrived at his door smoothly.

The closer he got to his room, the more he retreated. He hesitated and stretched out his hand, his fingertips almost touching the door. However, he curled his fingers and retracted them, without pushing the door open.

He paused where he was, then turned around and decided to leave——

Vaguely aware that something was wrong, he almost ran away in a hurry.

The door creaked open, "Are you leaving?"

A familiar voice reached her ears, and her body was frozen in place with her back to the room. She couldn't even take a step before she even got down the steps.

"You don't mean you really want to see me, why don't you look back at me?" the voice said with a smile.

It was the same lie I made up the last time I tried to get information from him.

She took out the ghost-repelling charm, and just like last time, it turned into ashes as soon as she took it out. He also called her, "Cousin-in-law?"

The guards and maids they saw had lost their flesh and blood, and everything they could see were white paper figures. There was not a single living person or dead body in sight, and they looked strangely oozing out during the day.

Another voice came into her ears, and he also called her, "Sister-in-law."

She heard the long-delayed reply, and her voice was still gentle at this time, "You are waiting for me, I will come."

Ruan Ruan turned his head sharply, and after being allowed to move closer to them, he regained control of his body and moved closer. The light in the house was very dim, and the doors and windows were covered with black cloth. Only the light from the opened door poured in.

They stood in the shadows, and she saw the memorial tablet enshrined in the middle. The incense was still burning, and a thin wisp of smoke floated out.

She could clearly read the words engraved on the tablet, which was Song Dynasty.

It was not Qingshi at all. The token that was hung back on her waist was violently ripped off by her, almost throwing it away and smashing it to the ground.

The way to escape was blocked by invisible beings, so she could only move forward. She stopped outside the threshold, refusing to go any further.

She heard a soft sigh, and they walked out of the shadows. Their bodies were covered with the same black flames, burning silently. Their human forms melted like souls, and then merged in front of her.

Ruan Ruan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only one person left in front of him.

He is closer to the image of Song Shiyu. His hair is braided on one side and his long hair is disheveled. His clear face is pale and bloodless, which contrasts sharply with his black hair and crow feathers. His lips are redder, and his whole body is slightly gloomy, restraining his dangerous oppression. He looks at Her eyes seemed gentle.

He chuckled, "Game over."

The red rope on the ankle is burning. (End of chapter)