Qian Jin was clutching the bloody mask in a daze, her face was covered with scarlet blood, and she licked her tongue, and couldn't help but think of the owner of the mask in her hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a girl about seventeen years old, who knew a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and came from a rich and noble family. Now the woman was a faceless corpse and was thrown into the sea.

"Senjin-sama." There was a soft knock in the dark compartment again, and a soft woman's voice came from the dark passage.

"Come in." Qianjin's gaze moved away from the human skin mask in her hand, and she tilted her head to look at the bronze door that was gradually being pushed open.

Out of the bronze door was a woman in a goose-yellow dress, she looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was veiled, her hand was holding a candle, her eyes were melancholy blue, and her chest was half-covered by a dark golden rundi.

"Nanfeng, are you ready?" said Qian Jin slowly, slowly walking towards the woman.

"The merman's blood has been poured into the pool, and the adults can go and bathe now. Nanfeng turned around, raised the candle flame in his hand, and stepped into the dark passage.

"Lead the way." Qian Jin nodded, and walked down the dark passage, and the bronze door closed again with a thud.

In a few moments, in a deep courtyard rockery, two women walked out one after the other.

Passing through the rockery is a long path, and the faint aroma of wood trees slowly spreads from the smoke cages of bronze beasts on both sides of the path.

Further on there is the open-air pool, which is extravagant. The whole pool is filled with the blood of the mermaids, mixed with hundreds of spices, and the smell of incense gives people a feeling of incense.

The light white tulle fell, and Qian Jin walked down the steps on the edge of the pool into the blood in the pool. She threw the entire mask in the blood, and it floated up, face up, looking a little scary.

Nanfeng frowned lightly after watching Qianjin's milky white skin wrapped in the merman's blood, and she couldn't help but think of the disgusting taste of the blood before the blood was not diluted and the blood was not added to the hundreds of spices.

"My lord, if you don't have any requests, I'll go down first. The south wind lowered his head and looked at the uneven floor.

Qian Jin knew what Nanfeng was thinking, she raised her blood-red lotus arm, showing an expression that seemed to be enjoying, "Go down, has Mr. Storyteller found it?"

"The gentleman who specializes in the biography of the famous generals of the Han Dynasty has been invited, and the reputation of the wine shop has spread, and now we only owe the east wind. Nanfeng replied calmly, "It's just that they are moving." ”

"Hehe, there are minions in the major kingdoms, aren't they still satisfied? You go and inform the "Tianluo" that they should take care of this kind of thing, not our Yin and Yang family. Qianjin looked up at the south wind and waved his hand impatiently, "You go, go and contact the people of Tianluo." ”

"Yes." Nanfeng nodded, and when she turned to the side, she heard Qianjin's whispered singing:

"Remembering an old city

I want to die in a round

The previous line is not able to put down

The latter is not to be obtained."

A few sentences piece together a woman's heart, this is the poetry of Zhongzhou Meizu. Meizu's poetry is different from that of the human race, they do not pursue any rhyme, as long as they can express their hearts.

Nanfeng took a step, she is also Meizu. When she heard Chijin's singing, she couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart.

Eight or nine years later, she still remembers the scene when she met Qianjin for the first time. At that time, Qianjin was really a fascinating woman, not because of the other party's world-class appearance, but because of the other party's excellent manners.

Mei is lonely, and when Nanfeng feels that she is no longer lonely, she finds that the person she knew at the beginning has changed and is no longer there.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

The singing stopped abruptly, and Qianjin asked in an indifferent voice. Nanfeng shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, "No, your lord's words are good." ”

After saying that, the south wind slowly left along the path.

When Nanfeng's back disappeared at the end, Qian Jin raised his head and said softly, "Tuoba... You taught me... But he didn't tell me... You understand all this... You can't go against the sky, so why bother to pull me into the sea of suffering..."

At the moment when Nanfeng stepped out of the celebrity restaurant, Confucian Juezi and others had already arrived in Handan.

At this time, in the southwest of Handan City, in a temple. A woman with a withered face is armed with a sharp knife and concentrates on ripping open a corpse on the table. She removed the heart from the corpse's chest cavity intact, and above it was an intricate array of blood vessels like vegetative rhizomes.

She grabbed her heart with one hand and held it up, and while staring intently, a strange sound came out of her throat, "Soon, soon, the secret of Meizu's appearance..."

Hoarse laughter rang out outside the temple, and a man with two long knives straddling his right waist looked out of the eaves. He was dressed in a cloak and a hat, and his thumb was buckled on the blade of the top knife, and he was faintly ready to draw the knife.

In the dilapidated temple, the maniacal laughter of women came out intermittently. The man didn't speak, he was waiting for the doctor woman in the temple to finish the autopsy.

In his impression, the woman in the temple who was called Qilin by others was an extremely strange person, and could even be called a madman. In order to observe the difference between the hearts of children and adults, he personally cut open the baby's chest cavity and dissected the beating heart bit by bit.

This is the doctor, the madman who pursues the ultimate principle.

"You can come in, Zhangyi"

Half an hour later, the woman put down the knife in her hand, wiped her bloodied hands with a white cloth, and called out to the man outside the temple.

Zhang Yi turned sideways, let go of the hand that was clasped on the sword, and walked into the temple with a cool gaze.

Qi Lin's whole face looked extremely tired and excited, her chin sharpened, the flesh on the sides of her cheeks sunken deeply, and the dark brown eyes of the Terran under her eyebrows.

Zhang Yi glanced at the skeletons, internal organs, and skins neatly placed on the table. He pursed his lips, "Master Qilin has figured out the reason. ”

"Nope. Qi Lin lowered his head and put the knife into the cloth bag, in which there were large and small strips of cloth where the knife was placed, "The last knife missed, and the artery in the heart was cut, and the body was useless." ”

Qi Lin's eyes darkened, and she suddenly raised her head to look at Zhang Yi, "Do you still have that kind of corpse? I want to dissect it one by one, do you know how it feels? I'm almost successful, I like the smell of Meizu corpses... It tastes so good!"

Zhongzhou Doctor Qi Lin's words made Zhang Yi's heart cold, he looked at the other party's blazing eyes, and his index finger habitually buckled on the knife, "Bai Yu is here, he told me to act." What Master Qilin wants, we will help you get it. ”

"I want her body intact, don't break it, not at all. Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Qi Lin's eyes had a frightening light, she grabbed Zhang Yi's robe with one hand and pulled it over, her voice became sharp and abnormal, "Did you hear that?"

"Well, I know. Faced with Qi Lin's sudden move, the blade on Zhang Yi's waist was exposed, and he took a step back.

Qi Lin noticed Zhang Yi's nervous expression, and she laughed dryly, "Go, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

"Yes."

With a thud, the blade sank into the scabbard again. Zhang Yi turned around, he pulled his coat and walked towards the outside of the temple where the rain was falling.