The mountain breeze in early spring is cold.

From here, it's pitch black. The flashlight fell to the ground, but it was shrouded in ink.

The ink sword did not penetrate the body of the great priest, but only submerged into a shallow point, like a dragonfly dotting water.

A red flower bloomed on the original white sacrificial robe of Eguchi Shigeike. This strange blade was different from an ordinary knife cutting through the flesh, and he felt the coldness of the stinging place, but what was even more terrifying was the will that oppressed the heart, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

He knows knives very well, with such a depth, it is obviously only outside the sternum, and he has not even touched the heart, why is there such a feeling of compression on the heart?

"You should die, you should die, you shouldn't challenge the dignity of the nation!" Zhong Yue's hand didn't tremble at all because someone was about to end.

This sense of disparity in fate would be fine if it were a period of ten years, but in an instant, Eguchi Shigeike felt that his life was under control, which made him unbelievable that it was true.

"Ahem. Mr. Furuyama was the wrong person from the beginning, and from the first time I saw you, I understood that people who look like wolves are not terrible, but the most feared person is someone who looks like Mianyang, and there is a lion sleeping in your eyes. ”

Xu Wei on the side: "Why didn't I see it?"

"That's it. In the dark night, there was another echo of Shiraishi. Originally, he was not tall in Zhong Yue's mind, but his personality collapsed in an instant.

"Ahem, can you send these annoying guys away?" Eguchi Shigeike's limbs were still bound by Mo Yun, like a crucified criminal, "Anyway, in front of a demon like you, we ordinary people are ants, aren't we?"

"Who do you say is annoying?" Wang Ximeng's childish voice softened the night a little, but the fear in Eguchi Chongchi's heart became even heavier, how much did it come here?

Ten?

A hundred?

Or is it a dense 300,000?

"You don't have the right to ask for that. Zhong Yue felt the wonders of Mo Yun for himself.

Da Qian, it is really a paradise that evolves for calligraphers and painters, but is that world a virtual or real parallel space?

Before this, Zhong Yue didn't believe that it was real, but now, with the ink sword stabbed in Eguchi Shigeike's chest, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

The mountain wind blew on his face, and the previous killing intent converged.

Kindness restrained his defense, but instead became a cowardice in the eyes of these people, and the ink sword in Zhong Yue's hand pierced a little deeper.

Laugh at!

"Art is supposed to be clean, but you've stained it. ”

Eguchi Shigeike's spirit became even more decadent, and he said with a little shortness of breath: "Now...... You...... It's also ......."

"Me?"

Eguchi Shigeike said, "Do you still want to defend anything?"

In the open mountains and forests, sirens were heard from far and near.

"Listen. Heh......"

"Do you think you still have time?"

Eguchi Shigeike said, "No matter how you explain and clear your name, even if you are a victim." ”

"I am!" Because of Zhong Yue's heavy shout, the ink sword went a little deeper. Would he really like that?

Xiucai catches the knife, isn't that forcing Liangshan?

"Poof...... Ahem...... These non-human forces will eventually be suspected by forensic doctors, and in any case, according to Japanese law, you will live here forever, and be experimented with like guinea pigs by countless scientists. You won't be better. ”

Wen Zhengming's voice came from the Wen Clan's library, "No, let him go." ”

"I let him go, does Mr. Hengshan think he can let me go?"

Eguchi Shigeike smiled even more fiercely, "I...... I can help you erase it all, including this pile of rotten meat next to you. If you can, I think now we are in the same boat, you have an old Chinese saying, called 'in the same boat', don't you, your Excellency, think about it, there is not much time left for you. Listen, this siren...... Wow......... Wow...... Hmmm......"

The inky sword pierced through Eguchi Shigeike's body this time, and Zhong Yue approached the face full of horror and puzzle, "Do you think I will make the same mistake again?"

"Cough ......" blood gurgled from the ink sword to Zhong Yue's hand.

A hand that should have held a pen, but tonight it held a sword. If this is fate, Zhong Yue prefers himself when he writes, the kind of ink that splashes like gold, does whatever he wants, and is more like a king in this square inch!

Destiny

This theme is particularly apt tonight.

If a painter had the eye of God and painted the previous scene with a brush, would it be a blood-pumping scene?

The mountain stream became quiet in an instant. The sound of the siren got closer, and Zhong Yue felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate, so he put down the ink sword in his hand.

Before he could touch the phone, the ink man Xu Wei drew his sword.

Blood splattered Zhong Yue's body.

"Mr. Wenchang, please give me some face next time. ”

"Huh. ”

Zhong Yue picked up the phone.

Ouyang Ming was shouting like crazy, "Brother Yue!, you finally answered the phone!"

"Hmm. ”

"I'm going to find an uncle to mobilize the helicopter of the executive committee! Are you being rubbed on the bed by a perverted uncle? Potato chips, wiping, wearing a condom?"

Zhong Yue marveled at Ou Yangming's brain circuits and said, "Get out, I'm fine." But I've got to make a long trip. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Far, far away. "He figured it out.

Ou Yangming exclaimed, "Brother Yue, don't think about it." It doesn't matter, I'll keep your mouth shut about this, don't kill yourself!"

"Do you owe your IQ? I like to joke with you again? Seriously, take Youwei back, don't expand the matter, I will go back to Shanghai by myself, and come back to you when the time comes." ”

"Not ......"

"I'm done. Zhong Yue hung up the phone.

The mountain wind blows on the top of this cliff, and no matter how Zhong Yue explains today's showdown, he is also speechless. He didn't believe that the police here would listen to his explanation, and he didn't believe it even more, he could explain clearly that Furuyama Miichi's body was like being hit by some shotgun, and it kept emitting black smoke like burning inferior rubber. Rather than that, it is better not to explain.

He looked at Xu Wenchang and bowed to him, "Mr. Wenchang......"

"Call me Xu Wei. ”

"Sir's words, seriously?"

Moren has no face: "Hmm." ”

Mo Yun wrapped the estuary Chongchi and Gushan Miichi, and Zhong Yue drew a circle in the air.

Tai Chi ink light flows, one light and one extinguishes, everything is born and dies in this yin and yang.

"Youwei, you have to be obedient. I will be back. ”

"I'm sorry, I'll come back and explain to you. ”

Zhong Yue left a voice for the two most important people and took a deep breath.

"Since there is a fate that cannot be escaped, then I will erase him here!"

Mo Yun was baptized here.

The Tai Chi Dragon Diagram is like a whirlpool, and everyone inhales it.

All is calm.

It's still late at night.

It's early in the morning.