Perhaps, with Shang Ziyi's complete departure, this place will really fall silent. Even if there is an occasional breeze creeping in, it still can't shake everything here.

However, it is not without surprises.

If you look closely, you will see an extremely blurred figure. However, as time went on, it began to become clear to him. What is very surprising is that his identity is extremely special.

This person is none other than the general Wang Zhong.

At this moment, he was hanging his head slightly, staring at the thin cloth between his fingers. There is one thing that is very surprising, almost every moment, wisps of dazzling purple light emanate from it from time to time.

However, this is not the main thing.

It is hard to imagine that Wang Zhong, who seems to be unusually calm, is actually trembling with his body trembling at this moment, and his eyes are full of tears. Based on this alone, it is not difficult to see that at least he is sad at this moment, and may still be quite desperate.

However, he didn't stop there. It didn't take long for him to retract his gaze and look around. However, if you look closely, you will see that even though you have withdrawn your hand, your ten fingers are still trembling violently.

It was as if in the next moment, he had lifted the soles of his feet and stepped forward. Before he knew it, he had already disappeared into the night sky that shrouded in darkness. At this point, only the sound of the wind remained.

"Hidden ...... Body...... clothes ......" but, in this wisp of wind, it seems to be mixed with this flickering words.

This is an extremely lonely village, and no matter how you look around, you will find that there is only one such place where humans gather nearby. Although there are many similar villages, they are far away.

Because it was late at night, any courtyard was already extremely deserted and sleepy. Even if there is an occasional little warm light that flickers quietly, the next moment, they quickly dim and disappear without a trace.

Even though the wind was still strong and the leaves were flying, Wang Qiu still didn't go back to the house and fell asleep. Not only that, but instead of a trace of sleep, he still had tears in his eyes and a sad face.

"Alas......" Almost every short while, Wang Qiu would suddenly hang his head and sigh secretly. Or rather, he was thinking about his former lover, "Xiaoling, are you okay?"

Maybe he was too immersed, even if his hair was messy and his clothes were messy, he didn't wake up in the slightest. What's even more exaggerated is that he seems to have seen an extremely beautiful picture, but at this moment, his body is trembling and his face is excited.

The cosy cottage, in the middle of the night, is still warm and fragrant. Perhaps, it will always be like this. However, the most eye-catching thing is the shadow that always sits on the pink cot.

This Qianying is none other than Chang'e.

Before I knew it, I had been sitting on the cot for too long. However, if you observe carefully, then you will find that at this moment, her beautiful eyes do not reveal a trace of tiredness at all.

"What's wrong with this girl?" I don't know how long it took for Chang'e to shake her head violently, allowing herself to barely break free from the moment entanglement of complicated thoughts. It's just that she has never been able to hide the little sadness on her jade face, and she is lost, "Alas, ......"

Sou!

may have been sad to the extreme, at this moment, she suddenly got up, flashed, and was already standing at the door of the house. She even raised her jade hand, wanting to open it directly. Eventually, though, she stopped.

"Woo! Woo...... Woo......" Chang'e barely kept herself awake, forced a flash, and sat down on the small bed again. Not only that, but she also grabbed the quilt and lay down, "Alas...... Let's go back to sleep!"

Finally, she seemed to have forgotten the sad and heavy past in her heart, her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was drunk in sleep. At least at this moment, she should be able to realize that this world is still so warm and kind.

At the entrance of Wangjia Village, as usual, no matter the wind is blowing or the thunder is rolling, this place is still empty, and there is no trace of people. Furthermore, normal people would not come out to hang out at this time.

However, it is not without surprises.

Sou!

Suddenly, a purple shadow flashed. But, in the next moment, he disappeared without a trace. However, if the field of vision could directly catch up with the other party's footsteps, then you would see that he had already flashed into a courtyard.

This purple shadow is none other than Shang Ziyi.

It was an extremely intimate hut, barely visible through the unusually dim moonlight, with a few wooden chairs and a small bed in the room. The main thing is that a middle-aged man is lying quietly on it, snoring and sleeping.

Woo!

Suddenly, the door of the house, which had been closed, suddenly flashed open. Not only that, but an extremely unfamiliar purple shadow entered. Of course, he is naturally Shang Ziyi.

Contrary to what he imagined, instead of being cautious and sneaky, he still made a big splash and walked freely. Perhaps, he had made this cottage his temporary home.

If it was just that, it would be understandable, but what was really stunning, unexpectedly, he actually began to walk slowly around the room, rummaging through clothes, cabinets,...... Shoes, but everything he saw, did not escape his eyes.

"Hmph!" didn't seem to get what he wanted, Shang Ziyi, who was still excited and ecstatic, was cold and gloomy at the moment. He subconsciously walked to the front of the wooden bed, and glanced at the person who had been sleeping all along, seemingly casually, "A person like you, even if you go to the Netherworld, you are still a poor ghost!"

Bang!

As he spoke, he pulled out his pistol and pressed the trigger. In an instant, an extremely fiery red bullet entered the center of the opponent's eyebrows. As a result, the person lying here has become a corpse.

When he had vented some of his anger, he left the rough and simple hut in a flash. Of course, he will not come in vain, but everything that seems to be of great value has been swept away.

Eventually, the hut returned to its original tranquility. However, what is very puzzling is that there is still a strong sense of sleepiness here. It's just that what is very puzzling is that the corpse that was still lying quietly on the bed has disappeared inexplicably at this moment and has disappeared completely.

If the field of vision could cover the entire village, then you would see that at this moment, there was a strange purple shadow flashing one after another. It didn't take long for him to easily enter another courtyard.