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C1653 Wealthy Marriage 1580

After confirming that everything was in order, he finally lifted Ding Yiyi up and held her tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go of her for the rest of the time.

Ding Yiyi felt the wetness on his hand, so she bent her fingers to fit his.

"Let's go." Ye Nianmo held Ding Yiyi's hand and walked towards the door. This place was full of hidden dangers. It would be wise to leave now. Besides, he had already found the person he was looking for, so there was no need for him to take the risk.

The person behind him did not move. His arm had been pulled to the limit. He turned around, his expression calm, but with a hint of anger in it.

"Dongqing is inside. He just called out, I think something happened to him." Ding Yiyi stood on the spot and looked at him sincerely.

Ye Nianmo savored this sentence, "He's not Ye Chuyun."

"I know." Ding Yiyi nodded.

"You didn't recover your memories?"

"Nope."

"Then there's no need to go in."

He forcefully held her hand, preparing to lead her out, but he felt her struggle. "He's not a bad person. He's just a pitiful person who would do something stupid for the sake of love."

Ye Nianmo stopped his actions, his handsome face was a little doubtful, and he spat out two words with his thin lips, "Love?"

"The girl he loved died. He only wanted to find something that could revive that girl. Although that thing might not even exist in this world, it has already become his belief." Ding Yiyi finished her words in one breath and then looked at him, panting heavily.

Ye Nianmo said expressionlessly, "What does that have to do with me?" He took a step forward. "I've just come here to look for my wife, who was taken away by a villain. Now that I've found her, I'm not interested in the rest of the problem."

"Sorry." Ding Yiyi let go of his hand and said urgently, "Very soon, as long as I can find him, I'll let him leave immediately." Her voice was apologetic. "I'm really sorry, I just thought he was my friend."

Ye Nianmo tightened his fist and held the remaining temperature. His broad shoulder moved and he walked towards Ding Yiyi, once again holding her hand. He looked at her as if they were a compromise, "Compared to letting go of your hand, it doesn't seem that hard to find him."

"He was accompanied by an old man. The fact that there are no corpses here proves that he is still alive and should be on the second floor."

Ding Yiyi felt the warmth in her palm and was so excited that she almost burst out. She actually didn't hear what he had just said and was completely focused on following his footsteps.

Ye Bo had been silently following behind the two of them. If he needed to, he could become a ghost.

The footsteps in front stopped. He raised his head and looked at the person who had returned to him with slight surprise.

"Since your life is mine, you are not allowed to act without permission that time." Ye Nianmo's eyes were cold.

Ye Bo was stunned. It was as if his heart was filled with great power. He lowered his head and bit down on a word, "Yes, Young Master."

The three of them searched for a path upwards and finally found two forks. One led to the left, while the other led to the right. The left fork was exactly the same as the right fork. Even the stones on the wall were of the same size and position.

Ye Nianmo and Ding Yiyi walked towards the left side, so naturally, Ye Bo picked the fork to the right. The two teams agreed to fire a shot as a signal of danger.

He didn't let her stay behind, but let her walk beside him. In this situation, even if she stayed behind, it wouldn't be safe. Only when she saw a living person would she feel at ease, he thought.

The higher they went, the steeper the slope became. The two of them had no choice but to rush up in one go. There was a little light in the distance, as if coming from outside the window.

Could it be that the second floor was hollow and could see out the window? When the duo saw the exit, they were suddenly enlightened. It was a fire stick that was blocking the entrance row after row.

The wood that was commonly seen was wrapped in rags and straw. It was unknown what was poured on it to keep it burning. From a distance, it looked like a light source that came in from outside the window.

A human figure lay beneath a pile of sticks. It was Dong Qing, who was already unconscious. His head was lowered against his chest, and his clothes were only slightly dirty, but there were no other wounds.

"Dong Qing!" Ding Yiyi broke free from Ye Nianmo's hand and ran towards the unconscious person in a hurry.

Ye Nianmo's face turned cold. This was the second time she broke free of his hand for his sake. The gaze that he used to look unconscious became colder and colder. Was this man who looked like Ye Chuyun an unexpected existence? And did he want to clear up the accident?

He thought as he approached the unconscious man and half squatted down to check his condition.

"There are no obvious wounds. Maybe he hit the back of his head and didn't faint." As he spoke, he looked at his long, sharp neck.

"Dong Qing?" Ding Yiyi shook her head. "Can you hear me?"

The unconscious man did not move. His body was soft. If it were not for the warm questions and his heaving chest, he would have been dead.

Ye Nianmo stood up first and looked around. There was nothing different in the surroundings. What was different from the first floor was that there was only one stone statue on the second floor. The statue was about two meters tall and there was nothing left.

"Yiyi, can you check the situation around us? Don't move anything, just use your eyes. " he said gently.

Ding Yiyi nodded and looked at Dong Qing worriedly. She then walked over to the sculpture.

Ye Nianmo was half-squatting on the ground. Even so, he could still look down on the unconscious man from above. He quickly attacked with his hand at Ye Nianmo's neck.

The unconscious man had no resistance, his thin neck obediently letting him hold on. With just a little more strength, he would be able to see God, and this accident would be eliminated.

He found a strong anger within him that was aroused when he saw him. He was not an overbearing man. Even if Ding Yiyi's words were false, he still took them seriously.

Ah, this man who looked exactly like Ye Chuyun, what did he want to do to Ding Yiyi? Was all this a coincidence? There must be a link between the coincidences of the world. There was no such thing as coincidences without any reason or reason.

He gradually increased his strength as the veins on his hands bulged, causing the person who was stuck on his neck to unconsciously widen his nose.

In his mind, Ye Chuyun's face overlapped with the face of the person in front of him. He stood there and smiled at him, as if encouraging him to end his own life.

Ye Nianmo's veins were popping out of his hand and stopped for a second or two before slowly releasing his grip. His cold eyes gradually became dull. Other than a bit of shortness of breath, nothing else seemed to be left of the previous scene.

Ding Yiyi had been looking at the statue of the God in front of her. One of them had three eyes and four arms, while the other was stepping on a man with protruding eyes and hanging limbs. This was Shiva from India.

In India, Shiva, also known as the god of destruction, was first associated with males. She looked closer and smelled the scent of the stone itself.

It smelled a little like the sandalwood Fu Fengyi liked, and a little like magnolia, but it wasn't too bad. She leaned closer and took a sniff.

His wife was the Goddess of the Ganges, but Shiva seemed to have molded a woman in front of him. On the other hand, she was stepping on a man, and that man's eyes were protruding out of his body. If you looked closely, you would see that he seemed to be terrified, as if he had been hit by a heavy blow in an accident.

In Shiva's hand, there was a meter tall sword. Ding Yiyi weighed it in her hand and found that it was surprisingly light, as if it was specially prepared for women.

She smelled a strong fragrance again and suddenly, a scream sounded out. She turned around and saw a three-eyed, six-armed monster grabbing onto Ye Nianmo and Dong Qing.

He grabbed both of them by the neck with his left and right arms. They faced each other with their eyes bulging, ready to die in the next second.

"No!" She let out a furious roar as she raised her knife and charged towards the monster. Her knife slashed down, stabbing into a row of wood. The monster actually vanished into thin air.

A few seconds later, the monster reappeared a dozen steps away from her. It was still holding Ye Nianmo and Dong Qing, and both of them were motionless. Their limbs were hanging in the air, and their faces were bloodshot.

Ding Yiyi heard something break in her heart, and tears flowed down onto the sword in her hands. That Shiva monster walked towards her step by step, and the two corpses in his hands also swayed.

"Go to hell!" Ding Yiyi raised her meter long sword high up in the air with tears in her eyes and crazily charged towards Shiva. She only had one thought in her mind, Ye Nianmo is dead. She will avenge him, even if it means her death!

Ye Nianmo pulled Dong Qing, who was still unconscious, away from the frenzied Ding Yiyi. He frowned as he looked at her tearful face and then shifted his gaze to the statue of Wu Steel in the center of the room.

He had been too careless and thought that it would be safer without any external insects or scorpions. Unexpectedly, he still found her like this. It was more like she was being controlled by someone.

"I will kill you!" Ding Yiyi screamed as she pounced towards him. All he could do was to carry the unconscious Dong Qing and escape in a sorry state. "Yi Yi!"

His opponent's hand that was holding the sword stopped in midair. His empty and lifeless eyes stared at him with hatred in their eyes.

"Ugh …" Dong Qing shook his head. The pain on his neck almost made him cry out. Seeing Ye Nianmo, his pupils constricted. He subconsciously wanted to strike first to resist.1

Ye Nianmo suppressed his attack with one hand and ran forward after standing up. His thoughts were still unclear, but when he saw Ding Yiyi holding the sword, he immediately woke up.

What was going on?

Ding Yiyi wanted to go to Tong Ye Nianmo with her sword. Furthermore, every sword seemed to be filled with hatred. She couldn't wait for the other party to be smashed to pieces. Was this all a dream?

Without the help of Dong Qing, Ye Nianmo felt a lot more relaxed. He quickly approached Ding Yiyi and studied her movements.

Although she had lost her consciousness, she had never practiced martial arts before, so her movements were not very fast. All she needed to do was to grab the sword from her hands.

"Yiyi?" She cried out, but quickly moved in her direction, keeping her eye on her arm, and just as he was about to grab her, a gunshot rang out and he had to change direction temporarily.

Standing still, he coldly turned his head to look at Dong Qing who was wielding the spear.

"Stay away from her." Dong Qing's eyes were equally cold. "Since she doesn't want you near her, then obediently don't."

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