Kong An heard Gui Ning's whistle early in the morning, but he could only watch his whistle being thrown on the ground, being played with by two puppies, and he was hanging on a tree and couldn't move, and even his mouth was gagged. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is she still saved?" Dou Xin sat among the fluffy grass and asked while holding the dying black.

The old hunter made a stove and roasted the cross dart on the fire, until the black dart was roasted red, and then he saw the word "Ning" faintly emitted on the dart. The old hunter ignored Dou Xin, walked out of the tree house with a grim face, and threw the red-hot dart into the tree, only to hear Kong An roar of pain. The smell of burnt meat soon came through the air, attracting the two puppies on the ground. The two puppies stopped playing with the whistle and barked at the trees.

Dou Xin cautiously followed, and the blood of the had stained Dou Xin's clothes red. The old hunter heard the faint voice of the bitche, turned and strode towards Dou Xin.

Caught off guard, the old hunter snatched the female dog with one hand, and tightly choked Dou Xin's neck with the other. Dou Xin was pressed against the door of the wooden house, unable to move, and lost consciousness after a while.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and there was a faint candle flame burning in the house. Dou Xin still felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he kept coughing, and when he got around, he saw the body of the female dog lying at his feet, and his head had been chopped off. Dou Xin was frightened for a while, and sat down on the fluffy grass. The old hunter sat by the fire, took the two puppies in his arms, and fed them lovingly.

"You owe her a life, when will you pay it back?" The old hunter's voice emanated terror in the dimly lit treehouse. Dou Xin stood up, took a small wooden stool and sat in front of the old hunter. "I didn't strangle her, why should I pay her back?"

"Such an unreasonable little thing, I should have returned the dart to you if I knew it. My Yaksha has always only saved good people, but I didn't expect to miss it the last time. The old hunter turned around and avoided Dou Xin.

"She's really gone. If you want me to pay for my life, you can do it, but you have to wait until I finish this life, and you have to talk about first-come, first-come, first-come, first-come, Dou Xin sneered. When I return you a hound another day, it can be regarded as repaying you for taking in you for these two days. ”

"My Yaksha is no ordinary hound, and I can't find a second one even in the entire Sandfly Peak. I didn't let you eat my food for two days, what do you have to vomit? "The old hunter put the two puppies in the kennel. The loss of their mother's warm grass nest made it difficult for the two puppies to sleep.

"I don't have anything, not even my own life. I'm just someone else's puppet. Dou Xin spread out his hand and said with a wry smile.

The old hunter reached out and shook off a bag on the table, dropping out a token and a fire primer. "Who are you, and why did you come to Sandfly Peak? Dare to lie, you and the person hanging outside will end up in the same way. ”

Dou Xin squatted down and saw clearly that it was the master's token. "They are from the imperial court, I happen to be on the same road with them, we just happened to pass by the Sandfly Peak, and there is no malice."

"The one who slept with you was General Du from the Battle of Wushoufeng more than ten years ago, and the one hanging outside was the subordinate of the deputy general's son. You have been holding this baggage, it must be the thing you value the most, why is this token bitter? What is your relationship with Kuzen? What are you going to do in the Tien Shan Mountains? The old hunter snatched the token and put it back on the table.

"Uncle, since you know everything, what else do you want me to say?" Dou Xin continued to pretend to be stupid, frightened by the old hunter's words, who was he, how could the old hunter living in the deep forest know so much about the people of Chengtian Pavilion?

"Don't think you're a girl and I can't do anything to you. Since Gui's subordinates dare to shoot a deadly dart at you, I can put him down and let him dispose of you. The old hunter tracked down the camp of the four people the night before, put down the hound Yasha to find the whereabouts of Gui Ning and Ichi, and carried Du Yuan back to the tree house to inquire by the way, but he didn't want to wake up Dou Xin. Dou Xin took firewood to find the three missing people, but was targeted by Kong An, who had returned. Kong An saw that he had avoided the sight of Yi and Du Yuan, and was about to kill Dou Xin. Yaksha appeared in time to block Dou Xin, protecting Dou Xin's life.

The old hunter discovered Dou Xin's burden while resisting Du Yuan, and saw the bitter Zen thing in it, only to realize that Dou Xin's identity was not ordinary. The old hunter immediately let go of Du Yuan, first shot Kong An with the hunting anesthetic dart, and then used the seriously injured Yaksha to lure Dou Xin to the tree house. The old hunter released two more puppies and swept away all the footprints he left the night before, so that those who found Du Yuan's whereabouts could not find him.

"Who is he? I don't know him, why did he dispose of me? Dou Xin only remembered that he was looking around in the forest with firewood, and suddenly the jumped out, and Kong An fell from the tree. The old hunter said that he could heal the female dog, but he needed Dou Xin's help, so Dou Xin followed.

"Who the hell are you? What do you do in the Heavenly Mountains? I don't want to say it a third time. The old hunter took out another dart, which was completely different from the previous cross dart, but Dou Xin felt that this dart seemed familiar.

"My name is Dou Xin, and I am a little apprentice of the Kuzen Mountain people, and I was separated from my master before. I only knew that Master would go to the Tianshan Mountains, but I didn't know the way to the Tianshan Mountains, so I had to walk with them. I don't know them well. Dou Xin quietly approached, carefully looking at the shape and pattern of the dart.

"And whose puppet are you? Who do you owe your life? The old hunter asked nonchalantly.

"It's none of your business." Dou Xin said coldly. She suddenly realized that she was standing by the candlelight, and a long shadow was already dragging behind her. Dou Xin looked down and saw the dog's blood spreading from his chest to his legs. Daddy said that the blood of the black dog has spirituality, could it be that the blood of the Yaksha has restored his shadow in the dark night?

The old hunter didn't ask, only raised his head and looked at Dou Xin's face carefully, playing with a dart in his hand. Caught off guard, the old hunter skimmed the dart out of the treehouse, only to hear a scream outside the window.

"Stay here, and they'll find it tomorrow. That person, I've already solved it for you. Be more careful about the rest of the way, there are not many people in the world like me who have no distinction between right and wrong, and who have to go against the court. The old hunter put on his fur coat, picked up the two sleeping puppies, and got up to get out of the treehouse.

Dou Xin sat in place, watching the old hunter's strange behavior, and didn't dare to say more. The old hunter walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, then turned back and asked, "How old are you?" ”

"Sixteen years old. I picked it up, and I don't know the date of birth. Dou Xin replied.

The old hunter replied, and walked back, leaving another dart on the table. "Like-minded encounters are fate, count me as a birthday gift to you. Sixteen years old is a good age, a good age. The old hunter muttered in a daze, and walked out of the treehouse, never to return.

There was a gust of wind outside the treehouse, and there was a sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves in the dense forest. Dou Xin hugged his legs tightly and curled up in the corner, listening to the whimper of the wind. Dou Xin didn't know whether Kong An was dead or alive outside, and didn't dare to walk out of the tree house. Dou Xin put the old hunter's dart into the baggage, pillowed the burden on his head, and kept recalling every word of the old hunter. The old hunter didn't mention Chengtian Pavilion, only mentioned the events of more than ten years ago, he was likely to have been a hunter in Whitefly Peak for more than ten years, but before that, he must have other identities. If he hadn't noticed the appearance of his group of four, he could have continued to be a good hunter here.

Dou Xin couldn't rest assured, took out the dart again, and saw a mysterious and familiar pattern on the dart. A peanut shell-like pattern was carved on the head of the dart, but Dou Xin knew that it was a lotus root, and his father had said before that the scimitar hanging on the wall of Dou's inn also had this pattern.

Dou's Inn, Whitefly Peak, hundreds of miles apart, will there be any connection? The wind shines through the window of the treehouse, blowing the body of Yaksha over. Dou Xin tried to carefully search for other secrets in the treehouse, but this time she could no longer muster the courage to stand up. She buried her head deep in her lap, hugged her whole body into a ball, and began to sob in horror in the smell of blood.

It's still a long time before dawn.