Strongest Guard

The tension in Yue Zitong's whole body was almost broken, and he could no longer suppress the extreme fear in his heart, and he was about to let out a screaming scream when he opened his mouth.

A slender, strong, cold hand caught her neck, making her unable to utter a syllable again.

She went to break that hand with her left hand, and as she slammed her right fist out, her right foot quickly lifted up.

At this moment, she is still able to make these counterattacks, which is enough to prove that during the six years she worked as an agent of the National Security Agency, she was not all foolish, and she had indeed learned something true.

Her fist hit a soft object, it should be a palm.

She fluttered her right foot quickly, but kicked it empty.

It was as if there was nothing in front of her, but there was obviously a hand pinching her neck.

Yue Zitong grabbed the hand with both hands, and slammed his feet to the left and right.

After venting her foot just now, she thought that what was holding her neck was tilted.

So now the two feet are linked and kicked right and left?

Yue Zitong didn't believe it anymore, that thing could still be avoided.

The thing didn't hide, and Yue Zitong didn't kick it--their hands were actually empty, only hair-like things slid across her ankles.

Hang the ghost!

Suddenly, Yue Zitong thought of this stuff.

Many horror novels have mentioned an alternative hanging ghost. When it came out to harm people, it stood upside down and suspended in the air, with its hair hanging down and dancing in the wind.

If it weren't for the hanging ghost, how could the two feet that Yue Zitong kicked out only hit the hair that was hanging down?

The courage of her resistance broke down instantly, and she let out a scream in her heart. When she rolled her eyes and was about to pass out, she seemed to see a white light, faster than the speed of lightning, and Yuhu was excited from the direction of her bedroom door. Shot out.

It should be an illusory white light, when the lasing came over, a hallucination appeared in front of Yue Zitong's eyes.

In the white light, there was a misty woman who was drawn into a long line.

He was dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, and his mouth was wide open, as if screaming.

what is this?

When this thought was finally sent to the cerebral cortex by the optic nerve, prompting her to have this question, she seemed to see the face that was drawn into a line.

Very familiar face.

But before Yue Zitong recalled who this face was, all her consciousness quickly sank into the dark abyss.

It seemed that there was a woman's muffled sound coming from her ears.

Afterwards, the whole world fell silent, and she was the only one who kept falling in the dark.

The more she fell, the slower her speed.

She wanted to figure out what was going on, but she didn't listen to her instructions, she just wanted to rest.

The real scene just now caused tension in her brain that she had never felt before, and finally stopped working after she no longer had to accept the shock of extreme horror.

Yue Zitong, who had no thoughts, slowly settled down.

Her descent body also began to fall horizontally, like a leaf falling from the top of a tree, blown by wind from nowhere, flying erraticly to a place with light.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, there is a nice fragrance of flowers, coming from under the light, it is quite pleasant to take a breath.

She saw the blue sky.

I also saw the white clouds.

There are also vast prairie, countless cows, horses and sheep, running happily.

The knights on horses are all dressed in ancient nomads. They wield a long whip in their hands and lightly beat the foals trying to run out of the team. The hounds with long hairs barked and followed their masters. side.

The blue sky is all around her.

Baiyun, at her waist.

The prairie is at her feet.

Where am I?

How could he float in mid-air, fluttering in white, like a fairy?

Yue Zitong's brain, which had struck due to extreme horror, slowly started running like a refueled engine, causing her to have these questions.

No one answered her.

However, the knights on horseback below saw her, rolled their saddles and dropped their horses, raised their hands high, and slowly crawled to the ground.

The standard five-body cast, the most solemn etiquette of nomads.

She wanted to ask those people why they should bow down to her.

It's just that she couldn't help but slowly drifted across a big river with the pleasant breeze.

On the grassy side of the big river, there is a large camp for several miles. There are countless tents, which look not much bigger than a matchbox. Teams of knights in the same ancient costumes, with cutlass at the waist, circled the periphery of the camp repeatedly. .

In the middle of the camp, there is a large tent covering an area of ​​500 square meters.

Eighteen samurai warriors with waist and hip scimitars were lined up on both sides of the entrance of the big tent, without squinting eyes.

Directly facing the open space in front of the big tent, there stood a flagpole several meters high, the flagpole spindle was golden, and nine-legged white flowers hung on it.

In front of the flagpole, there is a high platform built of giant wood, which is more than three meters high.

After seeing the big tent and the nine-legged white flank on the flagpole, Yue Zitong thought of the ancient film and television dramas he had watched on TV-this big tent, only the khan of the nomadic people, or the khan To live.

Flutteringly, Yue Zitong slowly landed on the high platform.

She was surprised, at a loss, and really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just when she was at a loss, there was a muffled horn sound, which suddenly sounded from several directions at the same time.

Woo, woo!

Countless knights on steeds quickly gathered in front of the high platform from all directions, their horses hoofs flying, and the dust rolled.

The front door of the big tent opened, and some gorgeously dressed old men with white beards, surrounded by this young man in a black dragon robe, strode out from inside.

Yue Zitong looked back.

Just one glance, Jiao Chu suddenly shook, and cried out: "Li Nanfang, why are you!?"

Li Nanfang did not answer yet, and thousands of people shouted from the ground: "So-and-so, see Her Royal Highness Princess Sui! See Anping Ketun!"

What Princess Sui?

What Anping Ketun?

Yue Zitong looked blankly and saw the knights gathered from all directions just now, all kneeling on one knee, holding the rein with the left hand, holding the rein with the right hand, bowing their heads and shouting again in unison: "Xu, see you Her Royal Highness Sui, see Anping Ketun!"

"Li Nanfang, tell me, what is going on?"

At a loss, Yue Zitong leaned on a person when he subconsciously retreated.

Wearing a black dragon robe, Li Nanfang, wearing a nine-bead colored glaze crown, held her shoulders with his hands, and said softly: "You, originally my Princess of Sui, their Anping Ketun."

"What? I am Kaihuang, Kaihuang----you, you are Yang Guang!"

About to say that he was the boss of the Kaihuang Group, when Yue Zitong said the word "Kaihuang", without knowing why, he suddenly said that Li Nanfang was Yang Guang.

Li Nanfang frowned, his amiable expression on his face narrowed, and he said coldly: "Bold. You can call my name casually?"

"How can you become Yang Guang, how can you become Yang Guang, how can you----"

Yue Zitong didn't care about Li Nanfang's cold face at all, grabbed his clothes on his chest, and kept asking these words.

"To shut up!"

Li Nanfang was furious and suddenly raised his hand.

Frightened Yue Zitong, instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for the palm to fall.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't slap down. She opened her eyes in confusion and saw the dawn outside the living room door.

Li Nanfang, the thousands of knights, the invisible company, and everything else suddenly disappeared. Only the cool morning breeze under the dawn, with the moisture of dewdrops, slowly blowing from the half-opened living room. Come.

Let her subconsciously hug her arms, only to find that she is lying on the floor.

God, it just got bright, it should be past five o'clock in the morning.

If it's the summer season, it will be bright after five o'clock.

What she saw and experienced just now was just Nan Ke Yimeng.

She did not become her Royal Highness Princess Sui, Anping Ketun, who was standing on a high platform and receiving thousands of actual worship.

Li Nanfang is not Yang Guang wearing a black dragon gown either—she is still Yue Zitong, he is still Li Nanfang.

But, how could she suddenly have such a strange dream?

Have you watched a lot of costume TV series in the Sui and Tang Dynasties recently?

Why don't you sleep on the big comfortable bed, but you lie on the cold floor in the living room?

Blinking her eyes, when Yue Zitong was about to turn over and get up, the memory before fainting, flooded in like a flood, making her think of many things in an instant.

Li Nanfang and other women were overly indulgent when they fooled around in the wilderness, which resulted in stroke and high fever.

Helan Xiaoxin not only saw through her "conspiracy", but also threatened her and molested her in front of the hall of the inpatient department.

After she went home terribly afraid, she noticed a lot of something wrong in the living room, and she ran into something cold.

That thing should be a face.

This face is hanging upside down behind the door.

After thinking of this, Yue Zitong subconsciously looked at the top of the door, there was no rope and other things on it, but her dagger fell on the threshold.

Could it be that that thing is really a hanged ghost?

Yue Zitong shuddered again, quickly got up from the ground, staggered to the door, and turned on the light.

All the lights were turned on by her.

In the living room, it was suddenly bright as day.

Picking up the dagger on the ground and taking a deep breath, Yue Zitong walked out of the living room slowly.

Outside in the early morning, there was no movement quietly, and only the faint outline of the green hills could be seen in the distance.

There is no abnormality, the horror scene last night should not have happened.

But why does the neck hurt so much?

Yue Zitong turned and ran into the bathroom, raised his chin and looked at himself in the mirror.

There was a clear blue-black pinch mark on the slender white neck.

She pinched her thigh with her inside, almost screaming in pain, and the pinch mark did not disappear. This proved that she was not dreaming. Last night, she was indeed choked by something that did not know if it was a hanged ghost.

Just as she was about to faint, a white light faster than lightning flashed out from her bedroom.

Before she passed out, she seemed to hear a woman's muffled sound.

It's not her voice, it can only be that or something.

Female ghost?

After thinking of this word, Yue Zitong's nerves suddenly tightened, turned around and ran out of the bathroom, rushed to the stairs, as if thinking of a hurried event, but had not done it yet.

Kicked open the bedroom door, swiped the dagger in his hand and turned on the switch.

The bedroom was also lit up, there was no movement, and it remained the way it left yesterday morning. No one had been here.

Throwing the dagger on the bedside table, Yue Zitong walked to the dressing table, grabbed the dressing mirror in both hands, and lifted it up slightly.

The mirror that was originally integrated with the dressing table was pulled out by her, put it flat on the table, and looked down.

On the back of the mirror, there is a small red cloth bag, which is firmly glued to it by transparent tape.

Tear off the tape and pour the contents of the small cloth bag on the palm.

In the palm of his hand, there was an extra piece of antique jade pendant.

Xuanyuanluo.

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