Zhu Qi smiled, "It's better to be dead, anyway, I've never really lived out of luck in my life, and I'll start all over again in my next life."
"The six realms of living beings, the realm of heaven, the realm of Asura, the realm of human beings, the realm of beasts, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of hell, do you think you will be able to be human again in your next life?" The man sneered, "Your destiny is destined to be one of the last three realms. Life."
Zhu Qi was stunned. After a long time, he said with many doubts: "Why do you want to help me? Who are you? Or, you are not really... a person?"
"That has nothing to do with you." The voice suddenly became cold.
Zhu Qi gritted his teeth, "Save me."
The man smiled, and his moody face became Xueyan and beautiful, "Come here."
Zhu Qi walked over and sat down across the table.
"Here." The man said.
Zhu Qi stared blankly at the small booklet handed over by the man, which was written in Xiaozhuan script:
Yuncang Ji Xiliang
She asked, "What is this?"
"That time and space is called Yuncang Continent. There are twelve countries. The country you are going to is Xiliang. This is a notebook, which records important events in a person's life. It will help you."
"Who is that person recorded in the note?" She was so curious that she opened the note without realizing it, and the pages flew between her fingers.
Faint musk, the scroll is white, but there is no word.
She was startled, but the man's voice crossed her ear: "Zhu Qi, take a look again, is there really no words?"
She seemed to be bewitched, and looked intently into the page, but the paper suddenly became layer upon layer, like a swirling vortex.
There seemed to be a wind blowing, and the candlestick went out with a puff.
Before his eyes, he rolled through the darkness.
"Concubine Nian's funeral is over."
"… "
"Quickly report to the Empress Dowager, that she is dead!"
Noisy... endless noise!
The sound of footsteps coming and going. There seems to be a lot of people walking! Their steps are quick and fast!
A touch of musk aroma.
There is something pressing in the throat, unable to breathe, burning pain.
Eyelids twitched, Zhu Qi let out a low cry, and sat up.
She's in... bed? !
A huge debt of millions, the missing Xin Chai Chai, Chase and Kill, the black cat, the mobile phone that suddenly disappeared, No. 18 Xining Street, the mysterious blue-eyed man, it really is just a dream of Nan Ke...
She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and couldn't help but smile.
It seemed that her hand touched something, she was slightly surprised and picked it up to look at it.
Yuncang Ji Xiliang Zha—that small journal
Frightened by the cold intrusion across her body, she turned her head tremblingly and looked at the person who was kneeling on the ground under the bed. There were men and women, all looking at her, their faces pale and frightened.
"Concubine Nian is alive again."
Finally, a trembling voice exploded, cluttering the room.