(I'm sorry: this chapter doesn't have any artistic flavor because it involves some spiritual truth.) As a rare psychic, I must faithfully hand over the testimony of the soul. "Demon Soul Gun Wind" was originally called "A Generation of Blood Song": because Wenwen was repeatedly frozen, he took a name with extremely powerful combat power. I am not hostile to anyone: I live happily, work well, and am in good health. The character is absolutely comedic. Half a year ago, I left there ---- just wanted to work quietly. I only create people and things that I like. Then, the book is dedicated to an innocent, innocent and innocent girl---- who is a reader of life. I am kind: I have no quarrel with the world---- but in this way, I can easily live a comfortable life with one or two meals a day---- I pray that all good creators are physically and mentally healthy, and they all live their wishes come true---- and give you the most sincere and deep protection as the holder of a white jade soul. ----Snow doesn't stop)

"Stop, don't move!" When the small courtyard was heavily guarded, a gunman rushed over, with the muzzle of his left hand pointed at Hua'er's neck, and the muzzle of his right hand aimed at the head of the black-clothed masked man!

"Blood bank key!" only to hear the gunman say coldly.

"Hmm!" Hua'er saw the face of the visitor, and her expression suddenly became much more solemn.

"No!, right?" the gunman's tone of voice made Hua'er want to vomit instantly.

"Bang!" The gunman suddenly moved his left and right hands away from his target and fired two shots into the night sky. This is a great opportunity for both the masked man in black and the flower to escape.

"Nima, just this bear speed, and the crab dominates!" Hua'er backhanded, seized the gunman's two guns, and stuck them diagonally on his waist---- the black-clothed masked man suddenly backhanded and put the long sword across the gunman's neck!"Chirp~!Chirp~!Chirp~!Chirp~!"At this moment, suddenly three long-range pistol shots were sent, like bows and arrows---- Hua'er fell down, of course, before lying down, she stopped the masked black-clothed man's leg with her toes, so, "Poof~!" With a thud, a bullet slammed into the gunman's skull violently and softly---- and when they fell to the ground and the masked man in black, hearing the very unfortunate voice, they all expected a scene to happen!

The gunman, who was still imposing just now, was pierced by the bullet in the air, and the bullet like a work of art, along the back of the gunman's head, hit the forehead---- the bullet hung quietly on the forehead, dripping with black blood, those black blood, along the bridge of the gunman's nose into the left cheek, "plop" and fell to the ground with a heavy "plop......

The black-clad masked man quickly bent down and held his hand behind the back of his hand on the tip of the gunman's nose for a moment, feeling that the man was not breathing, so he gently opened the black-clad masked man's eyes, and found that his pupils were completely dilated and no longer had any signs of life.

"Take it out!" the black-clad masked man stretched out his right hand, his fingers pointing towards the flowers, and his fingers hooked slightly.

"This door has no key, it is hidden, only destined people, and it can only be opened at special times!" Hua'er lowered her head and replied very honestly.

Because of the mutual persecution by the gunmen, the relationship between the black-clothed masked man and Hua'er suddenly became comrades-in-arms.

"Is this a blood bank?" asked the masked man in black unprofessionally.

"No, this is home!" replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Where's the blood bank?" the masked man in black continued.

Hua'er was about to answer the question of the black-clad masked man, when suddenly a burst of sad music sounded, and Hua'er lifted her body helplessly, circled around the small house, and circled in the air.

The flowers and trees in ambush in the small courtyard suddenly stood up!

The flowers stood firmly at the door of the house, looking at the grass and trees as wide as the hedge, and tears fell down in a stream......

Then, there was the sobbing.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and the festival mourns and changes!" The black-clothed masked man was politely safe, and then he also shed tears and couldn't help but lament!

"Don't cry! no one will ever kill an innocent person when he is alone in order to establish some kind of relationship with the opposite sex!"

"Let's hope she's the terminator of all innocent deaths!" said Flower, sadly. Obviously, she was referring to the girl who had recently died.

"Life fan!?" asked the masked man in black cautiously.

"Judging from all the current psychic information, she should be a fan of life!" Hua'er said cautiously. "When did you know it was love?" asked the masked man in black as he suddenly looked at the flowers with tears in his eyes, infinitely sad.

"Anyone who feels it deeply understands this: it's just a few vicious creatures, for the sake of some unseemly relationship, so as to use their kindness to achieve a secret life assassination!" said Hua'er sadly.

"So, how did you know all this?" asked the man in black with a gun.

"Her murderous intent is on me. I was the target of her assassination. She knows that I have a wronged spirit, and every time I am wronged, my body will produce endless grievances, and if there are too many grievances, someone will die......" Hua'er finally calmed down a little and said word by word.

"So, it's your soul who killed you?" the black-clad masked man continued.

"No, my soul, that is, a hundred thousand years rare white jade soul, it only has the power of protection, it does not have any ability to kill people......" Hua Erhua said haggardly.

"Can you make a promise to let other people who don't know the soul take a detour as a scarlet icon?" said the black-clad masked man Chun Chun inductively.

Since September 17, 2015, I swear to the pure soul of all life creation and the pure heart of life reading---- and protect all pure individual lives that are created by life and read by life, not to be attacked by the lives of living beings, and not to lose their lives innocently. If a vicious creature attacks another innocent creator, or an innocent reader---- a clear mirror of cause and effect of life and death, an infinite manifestation---- return death to the murderer intact!! "Hua'er prayed cautiously, as if this was the ghost realm, the first major event that opened the world!

"Do your prayers work?" asked the masked man in black in a flat voice. "It works!, but only for those within that range who have an author-reader-reader, or the opposite relationship!" Flower's brow, her words still full of infinite concern.

"Are you against those people's ---- relationships?" the black-clad masked man continued. "Every individual life has its own freedom to exist, and I have never been concerned with myself, but when it comes to my reputation, when it comes to the lives of my brothers and sisters---- I will definitely intervene!" Hua'er continued in a low voice.

"How many people have died, how many people have been killed by some kind of unsatisfying creature?" the black-clothed masked man continued to ask Hua'er.

"In less than three years, I have no way of verifying what I know and are related to, hundreds of people, those mass deaths---- I can't talk nonsense. There should be more than six of them...... the black-clothed masked man looked at the flowers with a painful expression, not knowing what to do.

"Why don't you suspect that you were killed by yourself?" the other party said with certainty as he looked at the bright eyes of the flowers. "My surroundings are full of happiness, why am I born to kill people?" said Hua'er in a flat tone.

"Well, then, I will prove your innocence by elimination: if you could really give an example of your happiness......" said the black-clad masked man sincerely, his tone a little agitated.

"Okay! I left the Black Cliff of reality because ......" Flowers suddenly lowered her voice. "I was persecuted, and when I was in exile, he ......" Hua'er lowered her voice even more.

"Well! I take your word for it. Can you swear that you are not the victim of the innocent dead?" the black-clad masked man said softly, as if he were the last question.

"Since 2015, Hua'er has solemnly sworn to those innocent dead: If it is me Hua'er persecuted them, allow their ghosts to come and take my life at any time!"

"Evidence?" the masked man in black continued. "I feed alive, the ghosts of every innocent dead: they are locked up in this room!" Hua'er said sincerely, looking at the black-clad masked man. "Oh!?Why do you want to feed them?" The masked man in black was puzzled. "When we die, we recognize each other by fate and maintain them, which is to repay our kindness ---- save our lives!" Hua'er said firmly. "You're not afraid that they will take revenge on the wrong person and finish you off!" the man in black continued to ask. "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! I am frank and open with a beautiful heart!" Hua'er said with clear eyes and no regrets.