C494 Greetings to Her Royal Highness Princess Sui!
C494 Greetings to Her Royal Highness Princess Sui!
A slender, powerful, and ice-cold hand grabbed her neck, preventing her from uttering a single syllable.
She tried to break that hand with her left hand, but as she punched out with her right fist, her right foot was also lifted up.
The fact that she was still able to fight back was enough proof that during her six years as a KGB agent, she had learned something.
Her fist struck something soft. It should be a palm.
Her quick right foot went up, but it missed.
It was like there was nothing in front of her, but there was a hand on her neck.
Yue Zitong gripped the hand with both of her hands and used the momentum from her legs to fiercely kick both sides of her body.
After the kick, she thought the thing that had grabbed her neck was tilted.
Then what about now? His feet were in a series of kicks, left and right?
Yue Zitong did not believe that it was possible to avoid that.
The thing didn't dodge, and neither did Yue Zitong's kick. The area below her hands was actually empty. Only the hair-like thing glided past her ankles.
Hanged Ghost!
Yue Zitong suddenly thought of this.
Many terrifying novels had mentioned a type of Hanged Ghost. When it came out to harm people, it floated upside down in midair, its hair hanging down and dancing in the wind.
If it wasn't Hanged Ghost, how could Yue Zitong's kicks only touch the hair that hung down?
Her courage to resist collapsed in an instant as she screamed miserably in her heart. Her eyes were about to pass out when she seemed to see a streak of white light shooting out from her bedroom door even faster than lightning.
It was probably an illusory white light. When it shot towards them, Yue Zitong saw an illusion.
In the white light, there was a misty woman, drawn into a long line.
He was dressed in white, his long hair fluttering in the wind. His mouth was wide open as if he was roaring something.
What is this?
When this thought, finally transmitted by the optic nerve to the cerebral cortex, prompted her to question it, she seemed to see the face that had been drawn into a line.
It was a very familiar face.
But before Yue Zitong could recall who that face was, all of her consciousness rapidly sank into the abyss of darkness.
It was as if a woman was groaning in her ear.
Soon after, the entire world became quiet, and only she could be seen falling through the darkness.
The more they descended, the slower her speed became.
She wanted to find out what was going on, but her mind refused to listen to her commands. She just wanted to rest.
The true scene just now had caused her brain to be extremely nervous. She no longer had to endure the horrifying impact and had to stop running.
Yue Zitong, who had no thoughts, slowly calmed down.
Her falling body also began to fall horizontally, like a leaf falling from the top of a tree. The wind came from nowhere and blew her gently into the light.
The light grew brighter and brighter, and the fragrance of fresh flowers wafted from under the light. It was quite pleasant to inhale.
She saw the blue sky.
He also saw white clouds.
There was also the vast prairie, where countless oxen, horses, and sheep were running happily.
The knights riding on the horses were all dressed in the clothes of ancient nomads. They waved their long whips and lightly lashed the horses that were trying to get out of the team. There were a few hounds barking and following their masters.
Blue sky, all around her.
The white clouds were at her waist.
The Great Prairie was at her feet.
Where am I?
How could it be floating in the air with its white robe fluttering in the wind like a fairy?
Yue Zitong's brain, which had been struck down by horror, started to run slowly like an oiled engine, giving rise to these questions.
No one answered her.
However, when the riders below saw her, they all dismounted, raised their hands, and slowly prostrated themselves on the ground.
Standard ground of worship, nomadic people's most serious etiquette.
She wanted to ask those people why they were kneeling to her.
However, she could not help it. Along with the comfortable breeze, she slowly floated across a large river.
On the grassland on the other side of the river, there was a huge camp that was several miles long. Countless tents did not seem to be much bigger than matchboxes. Teams of knights dressed in the same ancient attire were circling the camp repeatedly with scimitars on their waists.
In the middle of the main camp, there was a tent that was over five hundred square meters wide.
Eighteen warriors with scimitars at their waists were lined up on either side of the entrance of the tent, looking straight ahead.
Right in front of the tent, in the open space, stood a flagpole several meters high, with a gold spindle and nine feet of white banners hanging from it.
In front of the flagpole, there was a huge wooden platform about three meters tall.
When she saw the tent and the nine-legged banners on the flagpole, Yue Zitong thought of ancient movies and TV dramas she had seen on television — a tent that could only be inhabited by the khan of nomads, or perhaps by the kayak of the kayaks.
Slowly, Yue Zitong landed on the platform.
She was surprised and confused, unable to understand what was going on.
Just as she was at a loss as to what to do, the muffled sound of a horn suddenly rang out from several directions at the same time.
Woo, woo, woo!
Countless horsemen rode their horses and rapidly gathered in front of the stage from all directions. The hooves of the horses flew everywhere and dust rolled in the air.
The main door of the tent opened. A few old men wearing gorgeous clothes with white beards surrounded a young man in a black dragon robe as they strode out.
Yue Zitong turned around to look.
With just one glance, her delicate body trembled and she cried out involuntarily: "Lee Nanfang, why is it you!?"
Before Lee Nanfang could answer, a myriad of people shouted loudly, "This certain clan pays their respects to Your Highness, Princess Big Sui! "Greetings, Anping Kadun!"
What 'Princess Sui'?
What Anping?
Yue Zitong looked on blankly. She saw the horsemen who had gathered from all directions kneel on one knee, with the left hand supporting the knee and the right hand holding the reins of their horses. They lowered their heads and shouted in unison once again, "This particular tribe pays their respects to Your Highness, Princess Sui. We pay our respects to Anping Keton!"
"Lee Nanfang, tell me, what is going on?"
Yue Zitong, who was at a loss on what to do, subconsciously fell back, leaning against someone.
Lee Nanfang, who was wearing a black dragon robe and a Nine-Jeweled Glass Heavenly Crown, put his hands on her shoulders and gently said, "You are the princess of my Big Sui Family from the beginning, their peace and quiet."
"What? "I am Kai Huang, Kai Huang -- you, you are Yang Guang!"
He was about to say that he was the CEO of Kaihuang Group, and when Yue Zitong said the two words "Mighty One," he didn't know why, but she suddenly said that Lee Nanfang was Yang Guang.
Lee Nanfang frowned, the amiable expression on his face disappeared, and he said coldly: "How dare you. "Is my name something that you can casually call me?"
"How did you become Yang Guang? How did you become Yang Guang? How did you —"
Yue Zitong did not care about Lee Nanfang's cold expression. She grabbed his shirt and asked.
"Shut up!"
Angry, Jack suddenly raised his hand.
Yue Zitong was so frightened that she instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the palm to land on her.
After waiting for a long time and seeing that her palm still hadn't fallen, she opened her eyes in confusion and saw the light of dawn outside the living room.
Lee Nanfang, the thousands of knights, the company camp that couldn't be seen, and all the other things disappeared just like that. Only the cool morning wind with dew on it blew in from outside the half-open door of the living room.
She subconsciously hugged her arms before realizing that she was lying on the floor.
It was just dawn, so it should be around five in the morning.
If it was midsummer, the sun would have risen long ago at around five o'clock.
What she saw just now was only a dream.
She did not become the Grand Princess of Sui, who stood on the dais and accepted the worship of thousands upon thousands of people. She did not become the Grand Princess of Anping.
Lee Nanfang was also not Yang Guang in a black dragon robe -- she was still Yue Zitong and he was still Lee Nanfang.
But why would she suddenly have such a strange dream?
Have you seen too many ancient costume TV dramas in the Sui and Tang Dynasties recently?
Why did he lie on the cold floor of the living room instead of sleeping on a comfortable bed?
Blinking her eyes, Yue Zitong was just about to roll over and get up when memories from before she lost consciousness flooded into her like a flood. In that instant, many things flashed through her mind.
Lee Nanfang and other women, in the wilderness when the excessive indulgence, resulting in stroke, high fever.
Not only had Helan Xiaoxin seen through her 'conspiracy', she had even threatened and molested her in front of the Inpatient Department's lobby.
After returning home, she was very scared. She felt that there was something wrong in the living room and sure enough, she met something cold.
That thing should be a face.
This face was hanging upside down behind the door.
Thinking up to here, Yue Zitong looked up to the door subconsciously. There was nothing waiting for her on the rope, but her Short Dagger landed on the doorstep.
Could that thing really be a Hanged Ghost?
Yue Zitong shuddered once more as she hurriedly got up from the ground. She stumbled to the door and turned on the light.
All the lights were turned on by her.
The living room became as bright as day.
Picking up the Short Dagger, Yue Zitong took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the living room.
It was early in the morning and there was no movement outside. Even the distant green mountain could only make out the faint outline of his body.
Nothing abnormal happened, and the horrifying scene from last night probably didn't happen.
But why did his neck hurt so much?
Yue Zitong turned and ran into the bathroom. She raised her chin and looked at herself in the mirror.
There was a black scratch on her slender white neck.
She pinched her thigh from the inside. It was so painful that she almost cried out. The scratches on her neck did not disappear. This proved that she was not dreaming. Last night, she was indeed strangled by something that did not belong to Hanged Ghost.
Just as she was about to faint, a white light even brighter than lightning shot out from her bedroom.
She seemed to hear a woman groan before she passed out.
It wasn't her voice. It had to be that thing's.
Female ghost?
Yue Zitong tensed up when she thought of that. She turned around and ran out of the bathroom and rushed toward the stairs. She seemed to have thought of something urgent and hadn't done it yet.
He kicked open the bedroom door, waved the Short Dagger horizontally and turned the switch.
The bedroom was also lit up, but there was no movement. It was still the same as it had been yesterday morning. No one had come before.
After throwing the Short Dagger onto the bedside table, Yue Zitong walked to the dressing table, grabbed the mirror with both of her hands and lifted it up slightly.
She pulled out the mirror that was originally part of the dressing table and placed it flat on the table. Then, she lowered her head to look at it.
On the back of the mirror, there was a small red cloth bag that was tightly stuck to the surface by the transparent adhesive tape.
He tore off the tape and poured the contents of the small cloth bag into his palm.
Surprisingly, there was an ancient looking jade pendant in his palm.
Xuanyuan Dang.