Yuqiongyin Chapter 486 ⑨ Fantasy: A Dying Mad Girl & a Scheming Young Man Who Is a Drug Candidate (2

The horrific memories that were deeply buried in the past rushed back into my mind like a flood.

When he woke up again, what should have been the underworld had turned into a Shura slaughterhouse.

The village has lost its former bustling atmosphere and is so quiet that only the whimpering of the wind blowing through the ruins remains.

Everywhere you look, there are corpses of men, women, young and old, lying all over the ground. Their blood has dried up in the mud, forming shocking dark red patches.

And she lay alone in the center of the altar, her body soaked in blood, sticky and cold. The pungent smell of blood penetrated into her lungs and became the background of her nightmares for many years to come.

Having his throat cut by a sharp blade should have resulted in death and rebirth in the underworld, but he miraculously came back to life.

For many years, she locked this secret and that tragic event in the deepest part of her heart, with no one to tell and no one to dare think about it.

But now, the man in black revealed the forgotten past with just one word.

All those who knew are dead, how can he know everything?

Could it be that there was another hidden story behind the bloodbath back then, and that he, like himself, was caught up in the fog of the past, struggling to find the truth?

Seeing that Feng Chenning didn't say anything, the man in black continued, "Have you ever noticed that the carvings on the altar seem familiar? Is the unique embroidery on the sleeves of the black-robed priest related to the old family items in your memory?"

Feng Chenning's heart trembled, and the vague carvings of the stone platform in the dream flashed through his mind in an instant, as well as the strange embroidery that was faintly visible on the corner of the priest's black robe. The embroidery was really like the pattern on an old piece of clothing in his memory, but he had never studied it carefully on weekdays.

Seeing Feng Chenning's expression wavering, the man in black struck while the iron was hot:

"I have been investigating this matter for a long time and know many secret clues. Those past events have been deliberately buried. You are in the center of the vortex and your life is in danger at any time. If you don't get to the bottom of it with me, the bad luck in your nightmare will come true next time."

Feng Chenning looked at the man's face calmly, struggling internally.

"Tell me, if I go with you, where will I go first? And how will you ensure my safety?"

The man in black raised his hand and pointed his slender finger at a deserted courtyard in the mansion, which was usually overgrown with weeds and looked gloomy and lonely.

It is said that it was once the ancestral temple of the original residents, but was burned down by an unknown fire and has been abandoned ever since.

"Let's go to the side yard first. The key to the secret box of the past is hidden there. Since I have the ability to see into your dreams, I have a way to protect you. Just wait for your nod. I guarantee with my life that I will never let you take any risks."

The man in black looked sincere, as if waiting for her to make a decision that would determine her fate.

Feng Chenning unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands, her knuckles turned white, and the rain slid down her cheeks. Her slightly red eyes stared at the man in black, wanting to find out the truth from his every move and every word.

The rain became increasingly heavy, like an impenetrable water curtain, trapping Feng Chenning and the man in black in the small world of the courtyard.

After some testing and dealing with each other, she was finally bewitched by the mysterious "sincerity" in the words of the man in black and his precise grasp of the details of the past.

The man in black saw that her expression was gradually easing and her doubts were reduced, so he struck while the iron was hot, saying that the time was urgent and if they missed this moment, the truth would be forever shrouded in darkness and would be difficult to find.

Feng Chenning, who had just woken up from a nightmare, was in a state of confusion. After hesitating for a long time, she finally gritted her teeth and decided to follow him to find out the truth, taking this fatal step.

In the wind and rain, they hurried through the winding corridors, bypassed the deserted garden, and headed towards the abandoned courtyard.

Along the way, Feng Chenning's heart was beating like thunder, and every step seemed to be stepping on cotton, empty and unreal.

The rain poured into the embroidered shoes, and the chill penetrated deep into my heart, but my mind and eyes were filled with the "truth" that was about to be revealed, and I didn't care about the dampness and coldness.

As you step into the side courtyard, the rotten door creaks in the wind.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and a few dilapidated trees stood with their fangs bared, like ferocious ghosts.

The man in black led the way. When he came to a dilapidated corner of the wall, he squatted down and pushed aside the layers of weeds and mud, revealing a stone slab with patterns carved on it, just like the marks on the altar in the dream.

Feng Chenning's heart was shocked. Before he could think about it, the man in black had pushed the stone slab open, revealing a dark tunnel entrance.

"The truth is down there, girl, follow me."

The man in black spoke in a low voice, with an unquestionable urgency.

Feng Chenning took a deep breath and followed him into the tunnel with trepidation.

The tunnel was filled with a stench and stale smell, water was seeping through the walls, and the dripping sound was particularly terrifying in the silence. Only the faint candlelight in the hands of the man in black illuminated the road ahead unsteadily.

When you reach the end, a secret room suddenly appears.

There was a stone platform in the middle of the room, and torches around the platform suddenly lit up and burned fiercely.

In the orange light, Feng Chenning suddenly felt dizzy. This scene was exactly the same as the beginning of the nightmare when she was ten years old.

"What do you... mean?"

Feng Chenning turned around in horror, only to see the man in black blocking his retreat, with a strange sneer on his lips, his face looking like a devil in the firelight.

"Girl, don't blame me. You should have been a sacrifice to God many years ago. You escaped by chance and broke the rules. Now, you have to make up for this ceremony."

After that, several black-robed figures emerged from the darkness. They were all dressed like priests back then, with cold faces, and they approached Feng Chenning step by step.

Feng Chenning retreated in panic, her back hitting the stone platform. With no way to retreat, despair engulfed her like a tide.

"No! You liar, why do you want to hurt me like this!"

She screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, and her hands groped helplessly at her sides, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

But the priests had no mercy. They grabbed her with their rough hands like pliers, dragged her onto the stone platform, and pinned her down.

At this moment, Feng Chenning could see clearly that the embroidery on the sleeves of the leading black-robed priest was exactly the same as the old ones at home.

Her heart sank. Could it be that her family was related to this horrific sacrificial activity?

Before he could think carefully, the sharp blade was already against his throat again, and the cold touch was like a nightmare from the past reappearing.

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