Li Xiuyuan was suspicious.

Usually at night, no matter the wind, rain, snow, and clear sky, the door of the study has rarely sounded at this time in the past ten years.

The custom of the people of Qingshui Town going to bed early and getting up early has continued for several generations, and the scholar Li Xiuyuan also knows that he has been listed as an outlier in the town when he reads at night, and he really can't think of any neighbor knocking on the door at this time in a peaceful town.

With full of doubts, he still put on a long robe and walked to the study in the front yard. He thought that no matter who it was, it was forced to come to the door in the middle of the night to disturb him.

Removing a wooden board that sealed the door, someone suddenly collapsed by the door.

Li Xiuyuan, who had experienced such an abrupt incident, was shocked at first, and hurriedly took a few steps back, almost knocking down the lamp and candle in his hand.

He quietly observed for a few breaths, and saw that the man was seriously injured and fragile, and if he did not treat him, he feared that his life would be hindered. He couldn't bear it, but he still moved his steps slowly, stepping forward little by little.

It was a woman.

Although the flame of the lamp and candle that was blown by the wind was dim, Li Xiuyuan, who had excellent eyesight, could also see it clearly.

He was sure that he didn't know this slightly pale face, and he was sure that this person was not from Qingshui Town. He was not suspicious and intelligent, but he could not hide it, and many questions inevitably welled up in his head.

For example, who is she, where does she come from, why is she seriously injured, and is she desperate to collapse in front of the study?

"You, who are you?" was a little timid with doubts, but since he was a child, he read the books of sages and taught him not to save him when he saw death, Li Xiuyuan stubbornly stepped forward.

The woman in black coughed up blood.

She looked really badly injured.

The town of Clear Water broke in at night and its discordant clatter of horses' hooves.

The town is small and peaceful.

The abrupt sound of horses' hooves was in the ears, revealing the bloody smell of killing, so that the hesitant scholar Li Xiuyuan finally made up his mind, hurriedly put down the lamp and candle, and didn't care about the teachings of the sages who were not close to each other, so he picked up the woman with great difficulty and sent her to the backyard bedroom.

Helpless, he panted and returned to the study, wiped the blood in front of the door with a rag dipped in water, then resealed the wooden board and turned off the lights.

He didn't go back to the backyard to take care of the woman in black.

He hid behind the door of the study, quietly listening to the movement of the bright moonlight outside that did not belong to Qingshui Town.

……

A convoy of horses broke into the town of dreams in the middle of the night. At a cursory glance, there are about twenty people.

These people are all dressed in white robes, and they are unusually eye-catching in the night when they are swallowed by darkness. But the most eye-catching thing is the unsheathed scimitar on their waists, which is shining silver, casting a chill cooler than the moonlight on an autumn night.

If Li Xiuyuan hadn't hid behind the door of the study, if he had seen the outfits of these trespassers with his own eyes, he would definitely be able to identify the identities of these uninvited guests.

In fact, whether it was the Yan Empire or the Nanzhan Tribe, even if someone had not seen the white-robed snow dragon rider with their own eyes, they must have heard of the horror of this organization.

Because it symbolizes bloodshed and killing.

Especially in the chaotic times when the Yan Empire and the Nanzhan Department have been fighting for many years, the brilliance of the Great Yan White-robed Snow Dragon Rider written with a lot of white bones is a nightmare for countless people of the Nanzhan Tribe.

It's just that tonight, the iron hooves of stepping on the Seven Prefectures made countless people frightened by the Great Yan white-robed Snow Dragon Rider seemed to have encountered a-for-tat confrontation.

As soon as the Eighteen Horsemen entered Qingshui Town, they were blocked.

Another man in black.

Judging by her dress, it seems to be the same as the woman rescued by scholar Li Xiuyuan.

This black-clothed man held a long sword in his hand, his posture was erect, and he had an extraordinary momentum just by standing there. He rode alone against the white-robed snow dragon and eighteen horses, with a long sword pointing at him, without any fear.

……

Behind the door of the study, Li Xiuyuan naturally didn't know what was happening on the street of the town, he heard many screams, many swords clashing, and then soon, Qingshui Town returned to tranquility.

The autumn breeze is at the door, with a faint smell of blood.

He mustered up the courage to reopen a piece of wood, and as if he were a thief, he searched the street towards the source of the smell of blood, and as he walked, he saw corpses all over the ground.

He clutched his mouth and nose and almost threw up.

Li Xiuyuan, who had never seen so many corpses on the street, hurriedly ran back to the study, nailed the door panel to the ground, and couldn't wait to never go out again.

Turning over the cup and pouring himself a slightly cool cup of tea, the scholar Li Xiuyuan hurriedly rushed to the backyard bedroom.

He pushed the door open.

Suddenly, a long sword with blood stains undried was placed on his neck.

His body was straight, and his eyes were full of fear as he looked at the ghostly man in black.

"Stop, stop. ”

On the bed, the seriously injured woman stretched out her hand anxiously.

Her voice still sounded weak, but she had regained some sanity.

"Ahem, he saved me. The woman in black clutched her chest, looking extremely pained.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at the woman.

's very pale face, but it also gave him a kind of momentary amazement.

The long sword with a heavy smell of blood was withdrawn by the companion of the woman in black, and Li Xiuyuan, whose life was hanging by a thread, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, his eyes went black and he fell.

The woman in black was a little displeased: "You ......"

Her companion looked at the unconscious Li Xiuyuan and said: "Now that you have entered the game, you can't get out easily, and going farther and farther is the right choice to live." ”

……

The convoy drove into the deserted mountains and old forests.

In this place where the sun can't even take care of it, Manager Zhao, who is haunted by the roar of strange beasts in his ears, is really unwilling to take another step.

At the foot of the foot is already the boundary of the ghost valley woodland.

Although it is the edge, it is also the place where the tentacles of the Guigu Forest stretch out.

He thought that he had done his duty to get the girl here safely, so why risk his life to provoke those evils that the sect master was willing to endure for three points?

Glancing at the carriage viciously, Zhao Qiansun called the girl, and then waved his hand to signal the group to retreat quietly.

The reluctant girl looked at the girl in front of her with tears, said cherished, and finally lifted the curtain.

Xu Lao, who was driving, also jumped out of the carriage in horror.

All gone.

Listening to the movement of Manager Zhao and the others getting farther and farther away, Miss Zhizi smiled and looked at Luo Changfeng beside her with a puzzled face.

Luo Changfeng still held the corner of the girl's clothes tightly, this kind of dependence is like a child.

The girl's voice was soft: "They're all gone." ”

Luo Changfeng looked outside the car curtain and said, "They're all gone." ”

The girl said, "Go too, you will probably die if you stay." ”

Luo Changfeng shook his head: "I'm not leaving." ”

The girl wanted to tell him about the horrors of this place, so she was a little anxious: "Do you know where this is?"

Luo Changfeng, who was a little timid when he heard the roar of the strange beast, shook his head.

The girl said, "This is the Ghost Valley Forest. It is rumored that there is a Joyful Mountain Villa in the forest, and it is inhabited by the most terrifying devils in the world. ”

Luo Changfeng pulled the corner of the girl's sleeve and said as if begging: "Don't see the devil." ”

The girl smiled sadly: "I don't want to see it either, but what can I do." ”

What could she do?

Everything is fate.

From the moment she became an orphan and was taken to the most prosperous Qinglou in Gangneung County, her fate was already doomed.

Thinking of the past, she suddenly felt very wronged.

For twenty years, she has been selling her art and trying her best to protect the perfection, but she didn't expect to end up in the hands of those devils in the Ghost Valley Forest.

It's ridiculous......

She looked at Luo Changfeng's handsome face, looked at his ignorance and innocence on his face, and unconsciously burst into tears.

She thought that if, if there was still a chance, she would rather give her beauty to the people in front of her, and she couldn't cheapen those devils who ate people and didn't spit out bones.

Thinking of this, there was a cold lewd laughter in her ears, and the frightened girl's body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously hid in Luo Changfeng's arms.

A burst of black smoke came from the depths of the forest, with an eerie voice: "When you come to the Guigu Forest, you can be appointed obediently...... Long wait, my little beauty. ”