Chapter 1: Crossing 1
In early summer, it seems quiet in this endless darkness.
The breeze slowly dissipates the irritable heat of the day.
On this breezy early summer night, it should be a beautiful time to rest and enjoy.
It's just that in an elegant and quiet independent courtyard, a slender and beautiful woman with bright eyes and bright teeth is whipping the person on the bed.
The beauty was whipped fiercely, and kept muttering:
"It's a waste, but it's a treasure." After saying that, there was a "pop-" sound.
"It's a waste to enjoy the best when you're good for nothing." Then there was another "pop-" sound.
"All my efforts, all my talents, are inferior to your corpse—"
In this way, the room was filled with curses and whippings.
But the man on the bed did not groan or struggle, and lay quietly and quietly like a dead man, as if what had happened had nothing to do with him.
This lasted about half an hour before the room was quiet.
The beauty looked at the person on the bed, the corners of her mouth curled, and the anger in her belly had all dissipated when she came in.
After looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction, the beauty left the room.
When leaving, he turned his head to the maid next to him and said casually: "Go, it's still the same as before." ”
After that, he left the small courtyard elegantly with small steps on the lotus.
At this time, the people on the bed, the original plain white clothes have turned cherry red, and if you look closely, you can clearly see the blurred flesh and blood sticking to the clothes.
Soon after the beauty left, the maid who was instructed by the beauty entered the room with a bottle of medicine and a set of clean clothes.
When everything was cleaned up, the maid shook her hand in disgust and left the room.
When the maid came out, the girl on the bed, who was originally bloodstained and bloody, had changed into a set of clean clothes.
Looking at the people lying quietly and dressed in plain white clothes, as if nothing had happened before, the scene of whipping the corpse was illusory.
And not long after the maid left, the "corpse" on the bed suddenly frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
It hurts, it hurts, it feels like my head is going to explode, and there is an invisible hand stirring.
What's the matter, why can't my hands move, I don't feel anything, I don't listen to the call......
Ahh——,h
Why are your eyes so heavy, like cast lead, and you can't open them no matter how hard you try......
What are these, who is she, what are these......
Is it because I slept too deeply? No, I wasn't supposed to be in the ancient museum, why did I fall asleep......
Who is this woman, what's going on, it hurts, it hurts, her head is going to be squeezed......
The woman's brows on the bed tightened more and more, and sweat slowly oozed from her forehead and face.
The pain can only be endured like this, every cell in the body does not obey the call, and every joint in the body cannot move.
In the face of pain, there is nowhere to vent, and the only way is to endure.
The person in the bed endured the rat-like bite of the whole body, and endured the pain of the head swelling and bursting......
After enduring it for half an hour, maybe I couldn't help it, maybe I broke out, maybe I woke up, and after letting out a "ah......", I fainted.
Perhaps the screams played a role, and a pale green girl hurried into the courtyard and rushed to the back room.
Seeing the soaked hair and pale face of the person on the bed, the pale green girl immediately turned around and ran out......