It was late at night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A waning moon climbed up the worn window frames, and a cold wind blew in, blowing against the broken curtains by the windows.

Without the light of candles, the whole space was still dark, and a few crows chirped occasionally outside the window.

She sat exhausted on a pile of straw and wrapped herself in a curtain, but she didn't feel any warmth.

After three days of sleeplessness, although he was already tired and tired, he could not sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the beautiful blood red.

In a daze, when she was about to fall asleep, there was a slight agitation from the main hall.

Although the voice was soft, it still disturbed her.

She opened her eyes, and there was a faint moonlight shining on her, and the crows began to flutter around the outside of the hall, chirping hoarsely, as if frightened by something.

The cold wind swept through her hair, bringing a hint of fishy sweetness that lingered on the tip of her nose for a long time.

She knew it all the better, it was the smell of blood, intoxicating, and insane.

So what's going on inside the main hall?

She thought of the beggars in Shicai, and something had happened.

She got up and walked straight to the front hall, clutching the short sword that the man in white had given her before, glowing silver in the moonlight.

Bypassing the cold cloister, there is the front hall of the temple in front of you.

There were vague figures, flickering with the yellow candle flame, and the closer they got to it, the more rich the fishy sweetness in the air.

She walked slowly out of the darkness, the dim light shining on her.

But the scene before her made her crazy, and the hall was strewn with corpses, and it was the group of beggars who were dressed as Shicai, but now they were all dead.

She stared blankly at the corpses everywhere, her eyes covered in blood, and the fishy sweet smell seemed to sink her into hell.

While she was in a daze, a cold broken knife slashed horizontally in front of her, and red liquid flowed above the blade.

"There's one left? Your companions are dead, so let me send you down to be with them....." The person who spoke was a strange-looking man, and I saw him tugging at the corners of his deformed mouth, and his strange smile contained some excitement and blood-eating greed.

Without hesitation, the man raised his hand to interrupt the knife and slashed at the prey in front of him.

Dai Yiyi clenched the short sword, and her hands began to tremble unnaturally, but there was no fear on her pale face.

I saw a strange smile on the corner of her mouth, and she leaned to the side, narrowly avoiding the knife that the man slashed at her.

But the other party didn't mean to give up, but changed his knife technique and slashed more frantically, attacking like the wind, and the knife was deadly.

The red dress was dragging and trampling on the ground, after all, she was an ordinary weak woman, and no matter how hard she struggled, she would not have any chance of winning.

The broken knife in the man's hand cut through the flesh and skin on her body many times, and the blood soaked her clothes, but she did not retreat, but still laughed, as if she did not feel the slightest pain.

She was forced to retreat step by step, and she was more or less exhausted from multiple knife wounds.

She stepped back, but accidentally tripped over a chair, and she had a strange feeling when she watched the knife that followed and slashed down, and the moment the blade sank into her shoulder, she had a strange sensation......

The cold, tingling sensation was like trying to suck all her strength away, and she thought of the same feeling when the huge blade landed on her father's neck.

She pulled out the short sword in her hand, and before the man could put away the knife, the other party showed a trace of flaw, which was close at hand.

So, without hesitation, she stabbed her sword into the other party's neck.

"You woman...... Dare to ...... "The man lost consciousness before he finished speaking, and he didn't seem to react yet, he killed a person all his life, but today he died at the hands of a woman."

Pulling out the short sword, the blood immediately spurted thin and sprinkled on her face, and the warm touch made her feel warm.

She pushed away the corpse and got up, her shoulder was cut by the broken knife just now, and the blood flowed quietly like water, drip to the ground along the short sword in her hand.

Just then, someone else walked in.

The leader was dressed in a black robe, his face was as cold as ice, and a group of black-clothed people were followed behind him.

She ignored the strangers who broke in again, and just stared at the blood on the dagger and laughed stupidly.

She put the sword on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly, and then couldn't help but gently **** the remaining blood stains with the tip of her tongue.

A hint of rich fishy sweetness spreads in the mouth, and the indescribable sweetness dissolves in the mouth......

It turned out that it was the taste of blood.

"Lord, she actually killed the ghost rat......" Behind the black-shirted man, there was a person who looked at the black-clothed man who had died on the ground with a solemn face, and couldn't believe it.

The man in the black shirt looked at the scene without saying a word, and looked at the woman in red with a cold gaze, and then his gaze stayed on the short sword in the woman's hand.

"Where did you get this short sword...... man's voice was cold, just like his expression, cold as frost.

"Why do you want to tell you, what does it have to do with you?" Her tone was fearless, she only tilted her head in confusion and smiled lightly.

"Take her back to the Drunken Moon Tower." When the man saw her like this, he just ordered his subordinates to escort her away, and didn't seem to care about her provocation just now.

"Yes, my lord." A person behind the man stepped forward to answer, and in a flash, he quickly moved to her side, and she wanted to turn around to resist, but she only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and she lost consciousness.