In the hallway outside the room, there was a black light. If it weren't for the faint light of the stars and moon, spilling into the inn through the window lattice, then this place would simply be out of sight.

Monk Lihua walked safely and walked along the corridor to the second floor of the entire inn. Whenever he passed a room, he reached open the door and glanced inside.

There are no exceptions in it, all of them are the same as those sensed by Monk Hua with the technique of "seeing and hearing from heaven to earth", and there is not even a ghost shadow in the emptiness. I don't know where the guests in these rooms have gone.

After turning around, nothing was found. Monk Lihua glanced at the staircase, smiled slightly, walked over, stretched out his hand to press the stairs, and walked down the stairs. One step, two steps, three steps...... Suddenly, a whimper, mournful and resentful, desolate and mournful music, from the end of the stairs, in the lobby on the first floor of the inn, fluttered, and penetrated into the ears of the flower monk.

Monk Lihua's body shook slightly, and he stopped. He could hear it very clearly, and the sound of this musical rhyme, at first glance, seemed to be the sound of the flute. But if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to tell that it is not a flute at all, but a "shakuhachi". Not only that, but this music played in shakuhachi felt even more familiar to the flower monk.

Unconsciously, a sense of gloom and sorrow quietly emerged in my heart. The eyes of the flower monk became moist inadvertently.

Monk Lihua sighed softly, did not raise his hand to wipe his tears, and walked downstairs again. As he had taken the last step of the staircase, a light suddenly lit up in the dark lobby.

In the dim light, a person was sitting next to a small table. The light didn't show his face clearly. However, judging from the outline of her appearance alone, it can also be distinguished that this is a woman. She was holding shakuhachi in both hands and playing in the dark.

In an instant, Monk Lihua was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person froze from top to bottom. He subconsciously reached out his hand, as if trying to grasp something. But he seemed to be afraid of something, so that the hand was always hanging in the air, and he couldn't really hand it out. The larynx kept sliding up and down, as if there was something to say. But in the end, they could only make some muffled, choked sounds.

I don't know how long it took. The music of shakuhachi finally stopped. With a sigh, the woman slowly stood up and looked at Monk Hua. Although he was in the dark, Monk Hua could feel it clearly. The woman was indeed laughing.

She smiled so softly, so beautifully. In this smile, the flower monk is like a wanderer, and suddenly he has returned to his hometown where he has been absent for a long time and has always been haunted by his dreams.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward to meet her and opened his hands to the woman as if to embrace her. The woman was also gentle, and she also opened her arms, as if she was about to hug the flower monk as well.

In an instant, the two met, and then went straight to the point and hugged each other. It was not easy for the flower monk to finally be able to speak out loud. He choked up and said, "Mother, mother, you finally hugged the child." ”

"Yes, kid. Mother finally hugged you. Don't worry, our mother and son will never be separated again, and we will never be ...... No more separation. ”

In the midst of the most gentle, kind, and concerned speech, the woman suddenly lifted the shakuhachi, and with the gentlest movements, stabbed into the lower abdomen of the flower monk, deeply, mercilessly.

No, this is not a shakuhachi at all! It is a short sword! A sharp short sword that is blue and obviously quenched with great poison! If this sword goes down, it will definitely have a white knife in and a red knife out, and the throat will be sealed with blood on the spot, and people will be killed!

The body was close to each other, the woman's movements were gentle, and the flower monk was immersed in excitement, and the whole person was distracted. According to common sense, no matter what, he will never be able to escape this death. However......

"Ka~" There was a soft sound, although the short sword pierced the flower monk's moon-white monk's robe, but then it encountered a certain layer of obstacles, and it was impossible to break through it no matter what, directly piercing the flower monk's skin, and drinking his blood happily.

"Missed!"

The woman was suddenly shocked, and she subconsciously wanted to pull back. However, at this moment, her whole body tightened, and it was Monk Hua who strengthened her arms and hugged her tightly, like an iron hoop, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free and regain her freedom.

A sigh full of sorrow sounded in the woman's ears. Monk Lihua was both lost and sad, and sighed: "The night is long, and the time is still very early. Even if you want to kill someone, why not wait a little longer and lie to me a little longer? If you have to do it in such a hurry, it's really ...... It's a shame. ”

The woman struggled desperately, screaming in a mixture of anger: "Stinky monk, you have seen through it? Damn, I can't imagine that you, a thief, have such a vicious mind and deceive people in turn?"

Monk Lihua said quietly: "I haven't seen through it. Actually, until now, I still don't understand how I was poisoned, but unfortunately you shouldn't have said that 'we mother and son'. Because if it was really her mother, she would never have forgotten how many children she had given birth to. ”

The woman suddenly realized and blurted out, "I see! You and Dongfang Yun, the leader of the beggar gang, are actually biological brothers?"

Monk Lihua sighed, "Actually, this is not a great secret. There are many people who know, and you are not the only one who is missing. But...... I will never let you have this opportunity to hurt my little brother!"

The woman sneered viciously, "Stinky monk, can you?"

Before the words fell, the woman suddenly opened her mouth and spewed out a thick smoke at Monk Hua's face.

The breath can be heard at a distance from each other, even if the flower monk has great ability, he will definitely not be able to avoid this plot. If the woman still attacked with a short sword like just now, then the talisman cloak that Monk Hua wore close to her could completely resist it. But how can a mouthful of formless and qualitative smoke be stopped?

Monk Lihua had already understood that he had been poisoned. It is this kind of poison that makes me mentally trance-like and arouses the deepest and strongest expectations in my heart, so I subconsciously recognize this woman as my mother.

But after the other party revealed his flaws, Monk Lihua had already woken up in time, and had hidden true qi to forcibly suppress the toxins that had invaded his body. At least do it, no problem.

However, now the woman puffed out a puff of smoke and sprayed it directly on the face of the flower monk, even if he had already held his breath in time and closed the pores of his whole body. But it was still unavoidable, and I inhaled a little smoke.

There is no doubt that the smoke contains highly toxic toxins, and the toxins enter the body, and the poison in the body should be combined with the inside and outside when it is launched, and the two phases will be attacked. Monk Lihua was caught off guard, and the defense line immediately collapsed completely.

In an instant, Monk Lihua's whole body went weak, and he was no longer able to restrain the other party, so he fell. The woman laughed fiercely, and couldn't help but say, lifted the short sword, slammed it at the neck of the flower monk, and stabbed it fiercely.