Yingmeng woke up from the darkness, feeling the silence around her, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart.

She couldn't understand why her head and her body felt so tired, so slow, and an instinctive fear spread through her nerves.

She wanted to sit up, but her body didn't seem to obey her instructions. There was darkness all around. She should be able to see in the dark because of her strength. Why couldn't she see anything?

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

A dull, boring voice sounded from all around, seemingly coming from all directions, meaningless, just floating aimlessly in the darkness.

The waiting is slow, and the short time is extended infinitely, just like the light of a needle, filled with waves of fear, piercing people's hearts.

Yingmeng's consciousness began to slowly return. She raised her hands to rub her head, but she felt something restrained her wrists. Her hands seemed to be tied behind her back.

She struggled hard and found that it had no effect, so she used a little bit of dead energy. As a result, the rope did not break, but became tighter and tighter.

This is a specially made material that is used to ward off demons and seal away filthy air. But everyone has aura, so this kind of thing is very cheap and useless, but she doesn't have it.

Now her brain is getting clearer. She remembers.

It seemed that after she dealt with the incident, it became harder for her to lie on the bed without any image and complain about people. I had never seen anyone care about the number of people who died or the names of the people before. But this time, she just cares about it. She said that no one took care of it in advance.

, she absolutely didn’t believe it. She suspected something.

Then, there was darkness in her room for a moment, and then something damp and slightly floral-scented hit her face.

She quickly held her breath, only to find that the juice on it gradually penetrated into her skin. Then she felt the anesthetic function contained in the juice.

She quickly moved the object away, but her consciousness was gradually disappearing, and finally her consciousness was immersed in darkness.

It’s still here! Shadow Dream. How simple it is. To stun a powerful ghost only requires betrayal. No matter how powerful you are, you can’t guard against hidden arrows.

She prevented her body from instinctively moving the Yin Qi. She didn't want the rope to strangle her meridians.

This is no longer her room, it seems they took her somewhere else.

Slowly she sorted out her emotions and suppressed her fear, leaving only peace deep in her heart.

So where did Xian Qing go? She asked herself. There are not many people who have the ability to tie her up and drive nails into her hands. Calm down.

She forced herself to calm down, but fear struck back again. Darkness, silence, and no resistance. Each of these three points was eating away at her sanity.

Who is it? Who is this ?

She felt that the darkness in Fourth Middle School began to slowly fade away, because a shadow seemed to appear, followed by a burst of white light, which was a bit dazzling.

Then she saw a door. To be precise, it was a crack in the door. So she was lying on the ground now.

she heard people

The sound of footsteps. She took a deep breath and regained her composure and vigilance. She must always be prepared, there might be a glimmer of hope, and she could force her heart to calm down. Her heart, which was beating erratically, gradually returned to calm.

She felt the condition of her body. She seemed to have been unconscious for an hour. She closed her eyes and focused on the approaching footsteps.

Three people. She counted the different paces.

She had to pretend she was still in a coma.

She relaxed her body and adjusted the stiffness of her body. Then she heard the door opening, felt the light gradually increasing, footsteps approaching, and someone standing next to her looking down at her.

"You're awake." A gentle voice said above her. "Stop pretending, the time for the medicine to take effect is calculated."

When Ying Meng heard the familiar voice, she knew that the disguise was gone. She opened her eyes, and a pair of snow-white boots trimmed with gold came into her eyes. She slowly raised her head, and Sheng Yuan looked at her with a kind smile.

She looked at the two people next to him. One was wearing black clothes and was probably a guard or a central figure.

Another person held a bright candle in his hand. The huge bright light stung her eyes that were accustomed to darkness.

She turned her gaze back to Sheng Yuan. The effect of the medicine was accurately calculated. How is this possible? They must know my accurate weight. What have I eaten recently? My sleeping time... Xiaoyingying.

Yingmeng tried his best to control his emotions, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

How could this be possible? That was the person she created herself. The first Inferi she had given intelligence to. How could it be possible? Her rationality told herself that this must be a fake, this was impossible, but she still couldn't help but bear it.

The strong light looked at the person holding the bright candle again.

The man was too guilty to look at her, but she could clearly see the outline of that man's face. It was Xiao Yingying, the Inferi she had trained herself.

Now it's up to Yingmeng to believe it or not. She was betrayed. This is a fact. She was betrayed by the life she created. She was betrayed again. Why do the people around her always stand on the opposite side? Even the life she created

The same goes for living creatures.

Is companionship something that must be given up? Yingmeng felt an unprecedented panic, a very panicky kind, as if his heart was tied together by countless threads, and he couldn't figure it out.

"How sad." Sheng Yuan's voice sounded slowly. "We know exactly when you will wake up, right down to the last breath. If you continue to maintain this attitude, we should have an interesting exchange."

"How could it be pathetic? It's so ridiculous!" Yingmeng sat up slowly, the sarcasm on his face undisguised. It's so ridiculous. The living person he didn't trust didn't betray him, and the Inferi he trusted was betrayed by him.

The created creatures betrayed themselves.

Sure enough, giving a creature intelligence is not a wise choice. With intelligence, they can distinguish between good and evil, and then have their own ideas.

No wonder the person who invented the first generation of Inferi did not promote this method. It turns out that the Inferi should be a weapon, just a sword in the hand, and should not have the ability to make decisions on its own.

What's even more ridiculous is that I actually got killed because of a weapon.

A scar will make you lose your mind. My state of mind is really very unstable. If I want to maintain stability, I want my enemies to help me. But this talent can affect the brain...

"I said the method is good. I can make the creatures I created betray me. Why are you tying me up? Can I escape from this place?"

Sheng Yun flipped through the book in his hand and expressed simply, "It is said that Yingmeng has extraordinary methods and has the ability to subvert the fairy world, so I took some precautions."

Yingmeng twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "What did I do? At least half of the so-called charges were framed by you. Really, every time you do something bad and are exposed, you will

Throw the blame on me. You have so many eyeliners, don't you know how much I weigh? Subverting the fairy world?! How ridiculous."

Sheng Yun showed an elegant smile. "This is just your guess. Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Yingmeng was stunned, and her face suddenly turned cold. Is she crazy? She is a prisoner now. What is she doing? She can't explain her behavior, and she doesn't know how to explain it.

Yingmeng closed her eyes and controlled her expression. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were calm and calm. "If I have evidence, I will not be alive. I will leave evidence and you will not survive today."

Sheng Yuan glanced at Yingmeng in this state. This is what No. 9 should look like. "It's normal. Then we can have a good talk. It's really rude to invite you over this time. But as the person who arranges the numbers,

I still hope you can participate in the final trial."

Ying Meng sneered lowly to herself. Talk to her about what? Does she have the right to talk? This is a notice.

But she does have some doubts, and I believe that the other person's bad taste will definitely clear up her doubts, right?

She needs to calm down now and not be influenced by the other person. After all, the other person's talent is the same as hers. Her talent is the same as the person she hates the most. There must be some connection between them. If one is a coincidence and the other two are accidents,

Three, five, seven?

Yingmeng raised his head calmly, his eyes full of indifference. "As the person who arranges the numbers, what right do I have to know?"

"Of course. You also have the answer. After all, talent is not a decoration."

A clear voice sounded slowly, gentle and compassionate.

Ying Meng looked at Sheng Yuan, who always had an elegant and indifferent smile on his thin lips.

So this is the answer. The information is all there, and if you are not a waste, you can analyze it.

Ying Meng smiled, her brows showing a bit of wantonness, which combined with her expression gave people an evil feeling.

Sheng Yuan suspected that he was the person in the prophecy. To be precise, he suspected that the person in the prophecy might appear among the number-rankers.

Therefore, the other party will not kill him. At least he will not kill himself after he proves that he may be the candidate for that person.

So the calmer he should be now, the better, right? At least he should be as good as someone who has gone through the ghost training camp.
Chapter completed!