Ji Baimo and Yan Bai walked out of the villa, the location of this villa is extremely remote, there are no other buildings around, now the sun is slowly setting, dyeing the surrounding bushes dark red, and there are occasional crows chirping around, adding loneliness and weirdness to this place, this place seems to be isolated from the world, and it belongs to a space alone.

"Click...... Ji Baimo walked in front with a porcelain-white plate in his hand, his feet stepped on the ground, the dead wood branch broke into two, making a sound, he raised his eyes to look at the sun that was gradually dimming and falling, his amber pupils were also dark red, his thin lips were slightly raised, with a light smile, like a cold sigh.

"Look. He pointed ahead and motioned for Yan Bai to look over.

Yan Bai stood on Ji Baimo's side, looking in the direction of his finger, although the sun set, but the afterglow remained, the dark red light was sprinkled on a lonely grave like a thin veil, the geographical location of the lonely tomb was excellent, facing the direction of the sunset, you could see the sunset, and the surrounding scenery was also excellent, and the most striking thing was that next to the tombstone of this lonely tomb, there was a flower planted, swaying lonely.

This is a poppy flower, a white poppy, extremely beautiful and deceptive.

Yan Bai slowly approached, squatted down in front of this lonely grave, looking at this white poppy, it has four petals, the color is white, the middle is a pale yellow stamen, extremely delicate, it grows very beautiful, like who specially planted it here, accompanied by the owner of this lonely tomb, the wind blows gently, its waist twists slightly, like dancing in the wind to welcome the person who is waiting for it.

"Is it beautiful?" Ji Baimo's voice remembered in Yan Bai's ears, he squatted down, slowly buried the skin and flesh in the plate into the soil, the movements were extremely familiar, and the pieces were laid around the roots of the flowers, after doing this, he took out a white tissue from his pocket to wipe the blood and soil on his fingertips, and then looked at Yan Bai, and his amber pupils were dyed dark.

"Those who want to kill me, my flesh and blood have been used by me to nourish it, this is my flower. ”

Ji Baimo's smile was flirtatious and charming, and his voice was low and good-sounding, but he was just ...... The people who listened to the content were terrified, and the meaning was obvious, those people had become fertilizer for him to raise flowers.

Can this poppy flower, which grows up on meat as bait, not be beautiful? It absorbs flesh and grows, and it grows gorgeously, as if it exudes a faint smell of blood.

Yan Bai raised her hand to touch the leaves of the petals, the body of the flower trembled, and then she focused her eyes on the tombstone of the lonely grave in front of her, the tombstone was a large blue-gray boxy stone, there was no inscription on it, there was no writing on it, there was no writing on who the owner of the tomb was, only the pattern carved out by the instrument and the light brown blood stains on it that had become dull over the years, probably someone had rubbed this stone with blood on his hands.

"How can the flower of sin, the poppy, which grows up irrigated by flesh and blood, not be beautiful. Yan Bai retracted his gaze and looked at Ji Baimo, who was close at hand, the corners of his lips rose, his smile was sweet, he was not frightened in the slightest, but continued to speak in a somewhat demagogic voice.

"Who, then, is hiding in this tomb guarded by the poppies you have carefully watered?"

"A flower, I said, a flower that belongs to me. ”

Ji Baimo looked at this tombstone, and slowly climbed up with his hand, but in fact, the tomb was empty, and there was no body.