Dou Xin's heart was nailed to death, and he couldn't beat for a long time, and life and death were only in the thought of that voice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAlthough Dou Xin knows that killing people should pay for his life, he is also unwilling. Dou Xin thought of the family members in the inn, who would never know that they had disappeared without a sound. On Master's side, many madmen in the hall the day before yesterday still looked at Master's horse, and if they learned that Master was killed here by themselves, they would definitely not spare themselves. What difference does it make to die inside or outside? It's just that the latter is likely to cause trouble for their parents.

Dou Xin's hesitation was unreservedly transmitted to that voice. The faint voice came again: "I didn't expect you to give him the result in the end." Cause and effect arise from each other, and the cycle repeats. The lives of the people of Kuchan Mountain should never be like this, and it is not unjust to die in the hands of you and me. Dou Xin's mind flashed, only he killed the master, so who is this voice? Thinking about the strange things that happened again and again, Dou Xin boldly guessed that this sound came from this sword.

"If I don't bother the inn, I choose to live." Dou Xin felt funny, he was actually bargaining with a sword, the world outside the inn was really strange.

"Swear with me that the day of your death will be when the oath is broken." The breath of the voice wandered, ethereal and swirling in Dou Xin's brain. Dou Xin's soul seemed to be withdrawn in an instant, and only his mouth squirmed with the voice, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

"I, Dou Xin, am willing to accept the will of this sword, protect my lord's soul, and help my lord return. In this life, I am a puppet and a puppet, serving my lord and repaying the virtue of rebirth. The security of the country is from my lord to the people; The country is in danger, and I advise my lord to retreat from the barbarian enemy. This is the priority of my life. Don't forget, don't forget. ”

I don't know when, the sound of the sword has faded. The sword fell to the side, lifeless.

Dou Xin's chest loosened, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely. A faint blue flame floated in the dark cave, and a paper talisman fell in front of Dou Xin's eyes. The oath on the paper talisman glowed slightly blue, and the sixty-two words on it flew into Dou Xin's eyes. Dou Xin hurriedly closed his eyes, silently recited the oath, and when he opened his eyes again, the paper talisman had been burned to ashes and disappeared without a trace.

All that remained in the cave was the sound of water droplets.

Dou Xin got up from the ground, moved his master's body in the dark, and leaned against the rock wall. Following the only light in the darkness, Dou Xin walked to the corpse. If it weren't for the bones left, from a distance, it would really look like a sleeping woman. Dou Xin sniffed carefully, and the smell came from this woman.

Dou Xin felt his heartbeat reviving, and his strong muscles were sending fresh blood back to his body. Perhaps he had been still for too long, and his heart was beating much faster than usual, especially the more he walked towards the corpse, the more Dou Xin's heart beat harder, as if he was re-proving the existence of life.

Dou Xin involuntarily knelt beside the corpse, reaching out to remove the long hair that was blocking the skeleton's face. The corpse was quiet, and Dou Xin was not afraid at all, but instead came up with a burst of sadness. The terrain here is not complicated, and normal people will not be trapped here. Who is this girl and why did she die here quietly? Unconsciously, Dou Xin's face was already covered with tears, and she didn't know what magic power, so she didn't want to leave at all, but wanted to stay by this corpse and guard it forever. Dou Xin's life has been stable and calm for sixteen years, but today, in front of this corpse, it seems that he has a lifetime of grievances to be poured out.

Dou Xin saw the sadness on the corpse's face before death, a kind of hopeless sadness. The faint smell lingered, and Dou Xin smelled the feeling of death and hope intertwined in the familiar smell, a feeling of extreme contradiction. Unconsciously, Dou Xin felt something tightly held in the corpse's thin hand bones. Dou Xin muttered a sentence, then gently broke the corpse's hand bones and took out a jade-like stone from it. There was still an unusual temperature on the jade, as if the corpse had just passed away, and the residual warmth had not yet dissipated. The dry hand bones fell apart the moment the jade was taken out, falling to the ground and shattering into powder. Dou Xinmo rubbed every vein on the jade, and his hand felt familiar. Dou Xin felt a small hole in the jade, pulled off a lock of hair, put it in, and put it on his neck. The smell came from this stone, and Dou Xin's heartbeat calmed down after putting on the jade. Dou Xin was reluctant to take it off, the temperature of this stone made Dou Xin unconsciously think of the warm inn, and the voices and smiles of everyone in the inn seemed to be sealed in the temperature. There was obviously no reason, but Dou Xin knew very well that this stone should be his own.

After immersing himself in compassion for a long time, Dou Xin remembered the sword. Dou Xin touched the candle that fell on the ground, and also found the fire primer from the package that the master had dropped on the ground. The candle flame burned again, and by the candlelight, Dou Xin saw the only sword on the ground that was rusted like an iron rod. No, in the darkness just now, this sword was not like this, Dou Xin could clearly feel the sharpness of the blade, as well as the silver light reflected when the sword flew. Out of caution, Dou Xin turned the master's body over and carefully looked at the wound on his chest. Master's chest and even the skin and flesh of his clothes were pierced in an instant, and there was no trace of rust.

Dou Xin carefully picked up the rusty sword on the ground, still having some precautions in his heart. The hilt of the sword was the most seriously embroidered, and Dou Xin sharpened the hilt on the rock wall for a while before he could vaguely recognize the words on the sword.

"Guanlan." Legend has it that the ancient sword that disappeared after the national disaster thousands of years ago, and all the crazy people in the lobby went crazy to find the things, and at this moment they were lying quietly in Dou Xin's hands. It turned out that what the master was going to grab before he died turned out to be this sword. It's really funny, if that group of people knew that what they were looking for was a piece of rotten iron rusted like this, would their intestines be repentant?

Legend has it that the sword was cursed by Princess Anya of Wuguo, and before he died, the Guanlan sword was able to pass through people's minds, recover the soul of Guanlan Jun, and then disappear into the world. The first monarch of the Tianshan Mountain, Yishan Jun, snatched the remnants of the Guanlan Monarch, and then also disappeared from the world, and disappeared for thousands of years.

Dou Xin didn't believe in these legends at all, but she really swore an oath to this Guanlan sword, after all, that sword almost cost her life. If he inherited the will of the Guanlan Sword in the oath, that means that now the soul of Guanlan Jun is in his own hands? Also, if the legend is true, it is already a miracle that the sword has not broken into stone for thousands of years.

Dou Xin found the rock crevice where the sword was drawn, and inserted the harmful sword back in. By the light of the fire, Dou Xin found that the clothes on his chest had been poked by the sword, and as soon as Dou Xin moved, the inside was unobstructed. Dou Xin must not use such an indecent costume to get out of the cave. Master's clothes were also poked open, and Dou Xin naturally couldn't wear them.

"Girl, offended." Dou Xin stripped off the clothes of the female corpse, and then took off his own clothes. Although there were no other living creatures in the cave, Dou Xin's shame did not diminish at all. Dou Xin covered his master's face with a package, and he couldn't cheapen this old pervert. Dou Xin found that the place where the Guanlan Sword stabbed left a shallow scar inside, like a crimson crescent. Dou Xin didn't have the heart to think about it, and hurriedly put on the clothes of the female corpse, which just fit. Before leaving, Dou Xin did not forget to put his clothes back on the female corpse. After all, Dou Xin understands how important a girl's dignity is.

In the cave where there were two corpses, Dou Xin didn't feel too scared, maybe the source of her peace of mind was the girl who made her feel so compassionate. Dou Xin placed the master's body directly under the Guanlan Sword, put the girl's bones back together into a human form, said goodbye reverently, and then hesitated out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the moon is like a clean disk, cold and cold. Dou Xin carried the master's package on his back and rode on the little donkey. The fear of death finally came together, and Dou Xin found that the shadow of the donkey on the ground was clearly recognizable, while his own shadow was almost faint. I don't know how long it took, Dou Xin had already left the mountains and forests and walked onto the spacious country road.

"Hurry up at night, little girl. Aren't you afraid? The voice of the man behind him startled Dou Xin. The man was dressed in white, swaying, and if he appeared in the middle of the night, he would be half scared to death. Dou Xin was immersed in the fear of shadows, and when he turned around, he didn't find that the man had no shadow, and his heart was a little lighter.

"It's all your own people, what are you afraid of? Oh, the hell yourself. Dou laughed bitterly. After chatting for a few words, Dou Xin found that the man was also a miserable man, a lonely ghost, who came out at night to scare the living and relieve his boredom, maybe he was so frightened that he could recruit a few to be companions. If it was before, Dou Xin would inevitably be scared, but tonight, Dou Xin himself couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive, so how could he still be afraid.

Dou Xin and the man walked and chatted, and in a blink of an eye, it was dawn. When the man found the sun outcropping, he was so frightened that he ran to the shade. Dou Xin looked at the panicked man with a flat face, letting the sun shine through, nothing happened, but the shadow of the sun on the ground was much clearer.

"What the hell are you...... the man fled, only to find Dou Xin's strange appearance, and before he could finish speaking, he disappeared in the golden glow.

"Who I ask?" Dou Xin rode the donkey, and his face returned to his old expression.