The remnant sun is like blood, illuminating the sunset on the horizon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe tea mountain at sunset stands silently between light and shadow, and even the calm Longhu Lake is reflected in a little twilight.

There is still blood on the ground, and there are new lonely graves on the shores of the lake, and everything seems to have been cleaned up, and the rest will bear the wind, frost, rain and snow here for years to come. When the darkness fell silently, there was no trace of it on the tea mountain, only a figure in the distance walked farther and farther, slowly walking into the darkness.

When I saw the village at the foot of the mountain again, it was already after nightfall, and the strange and terrible wind blew on the tea mountain, echoing at the foot of the mountain like a ghost crying wolf.

The night is like water, and the darkness is like a tide, hidden at the foot of Chashan Mountain, making the thatched hut seem particularly lonely.

Lu Chen walked down from the mountain road, except for the blood stains on his body, the expression on his face had completely regained calm, those strange black flames had dissipated at some point, and it looked like it had never appeared on him before, and there was no trace left.

He stepped down from the hut and glanced at the village at the foot of the hill before entering, and in the night, the village was silent and dark, without any light, as if it had fallen asleep in the deep night.

Lu Chen stood at the door of the grass hut, stretched out his hand to push the door, the wooden door creaked open, and the cold wind seemed to make a circle behind him, making a "whine" sound.

He took a half-step into the room, his body pausing at the threshold, and in the darkness the familiar thatched hut was as usual.

Everything was in its place, everything smelled familiar, even the bedding in the shadows deep in the room, the bedding looked the same as when he left in the morning.

Lu Chen stood quietly for a moment, raised his gaze slightly, and glanced in the direction of his head.

There was silence.

Not to mention the dead grass stems and leaves, not even a single speck of dust has fallen and fallen.

In the darkness, Lu Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.

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"Woo......"

A terrible cold wind blew, howling like a night ghost, with a chill to the bone, even if it was a summer night.

Lu Chen, who was standing at the door, seemed to suddenly remember something, stretched a little sleepily, shook his neck, and looked back at the village below the mountain. He quietly retracted his steps on the threshold, then touched his belly, looked around, and walked into a dark forest beside him.

The dark night fluctuated like a tide, permeating the grass hut at the foot of the mountain, and the mountains and forests were dark, as if they were also looking at Lu Chen's lonely figure coldly.

The aura of gloom spread with the darkness, wafting around the thatched hut, like a small river rippling in the microwave, flowing silently, converging here from all directions.

Lu Chen walked to the edge of the forest, opened his mouth and yawned, unaware that the darkness behind him was as thick as ink, and gradually approached.

In the sound of the wind, there seemed to be a slight whistling, mixed with the night.

Suddenly, the darkness suddenly flourished, like a calm river suddenly setting off big waves, the waves were turbulent, the momentum was ferocious, and a bit of wild madness surged in. And almost at the same time, even a moment before the darkness suddenly rose, Lu Chen, who was standing in the calm of the forest and even a little lazy, suddenly turned over and threw himself directly into the mountain forest.

In an instant, a burst of shouting and scolding suddenly sounded, and in an instant, more than a dozen vague shadows appeared in the originally silent and empty night, rushing from all directions.

The snowy light pierced the deep darkness, refracting a terrifying sharpness, piercing the void and slashing towards Lu Chen's figure, but in that dangerous gap, Lu Chen had already rushed into the forest first.

There was a burst of angry shouts in the forest, and the figure shook again, it turned out that there were also people in the forest, but it was obviously not as many as outside, or because they probably didn't expect someone to rush into here, and they were not too well prepared, so there was a bit of chaos in the forest.

The sword light and sword shadows, one after another, the wind was fierce, and soon someone snorted and snorted, and in the black shadow corner, blood flashed.

Outside the forest, the shadowy black shadows did not hesitate, and all rushed into this mountain forest, with a murderous aura as strong as a mountain, and even this mountain forest seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

The mountain wind blew, and the mountains and forests trembled violently, like a trembling boat in the fierce sea, but they could not see anything inside.

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At night, most of Qingshuitang Village is quiet and dark, but on this night, the village seems to be particularly quiet and dark.

The only bit of light is in the tavern in the village.

A candle flame was placed on the table, a pot of wine and a glass, and the young man was pouring himself a drink.

Pouring a glass, taking a sip, and then shaking his head, he smiled softly and said to his feet, "This wine is not good." ”

It was quiet in the tavern, and only the old horse was still here except for this young and gentle man. He was still dressed the same as during the day, because it was too hot **** on his upper body, and he was only wearing a big pair of pants, but at this moment he looked extremely painful and embarrassed, his hands and feet were tightly tied with thick ropes, and he was thrown to the ground like a fat pig to be slaughtered, right next to the young man.

The sentence just now, the young and gentle son said it to the old horse.

At this moment, the old horse looked very bad, his face was even bigger than usual, it was because of the puffiness, there were bruises and purple marks everywhere, as if he had been beaten hard, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and blood was flowing. But compared to his body, these seem to be insignificant.

On the old horse's white and chubby body, there were no less than seven or eight large wounds that were inches deep and long, crisscrossed and engraved on his chest and abdomen, including the back, which was also a blur of flesh and blood, and it seemed that it was difficult to find a complete piece of skin.

Beneath him, blood gathered into a pool of blood that seemed to be slowly seeping into the ground.

At this moment, the old horse seemed to be dying, lying weakly on the cold ground, except for the chest still undulating, only his eyes were barely open, and it seemed that he would die at any moment.

It's just that after hearing those words, the old horse's distracted eyes flashed, raised his head, and actually smiled, although the muscles on his face twitched and trembled when he laughed.

I only heard him say: "In the countryside, there is no way." ”

The young man smiled gently, and there seemed to be a hint of appreciation in his eyes when he looked at the old horse, and said, "How is it, have you thought about it?"