This night seemed to pass very slowly, as slow as it was twenty years ago. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info makes people wonder if this night will not pass at all, and if not, then why is so much happening on this night.

It will cost so many lives. This night, can it pass quickly, can some people have a chance to go back to their homes once, and see their families once, instead of standing here and waiting for the dawn.

The massacre that took place that night soon spread out. The servant next door who got up to go to the toilet wanted to see the wedding of Kaolin Flower and Her Royal Highness the Princess on a whim, and he couldn't go to attend because of his identity, which made him really feel a little depressed and unhappy, but fortunately, he was a neighbor with Sikong Houfu, and such a relationship could allow him to see this wedding well.

He stepped on a small stool, climbed up the wall, and what he saw was not an enviable wedding, but a carnage that made people have nightmares.

The cold light of swords flickered everywhere, and the ground was full of dead corpses, corpses with body temperatures; And then there's blood flowing all over the ground.

Why is there such a thing, is this scene still the wedding of Kaolin Flower and Her Royal Highness the Princess? No, this one isn't at all, this one is a massacre.

The peeping servant was so frightened that his legs were shaking all the time, all the time. I was so nervous that I couldn't speak, and the screaming voice was hidden in my throat, and I couldn't shout at all.

"Well, shout out, good." A man in a cheap mask said, appeared next to him, the mask was very cheap, it was the kind of mask that could be bought with a few copper plates, and the mask was painted with a big, gaudy flower, which looked extraordinarily gaudy, and also, extraordinarily cheap.

It's just that, at this time of the night, it seems, there is no vulgarity or cheapness, but it looks like a ghost, rising from hell, standing in front of him, tempting him to do something.

Behind this man with a gaudy, cheap mask was a middle-aged man who was struggling to write, his eyes kept staring at the scene of being slaughtered, and his hands were constantly writing, for fear of missing a picture, and his eyes did not dare to blink for a moment.

"Well, shout out, as long as you shout out, everything will be fine." The man in the mask was tempted, and the flower on the mask seemed to be slowly moving, with bright colors and the smell of decay.

He spat in his mouth, he couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to shout something, but he couldn't shout anything.

The man in the flower mask said, "You really are, it's useless." So, I'll help you shout it out. After saying that, the man wearing the flower mask, unknowingly, took out a dagger with grooves from there and directly cut off the servant's fingers.

"Ah......" the servant shouted, and as soon as this voice was shouted, he shouted out, and could not stop shouting, he was going to say everything he saw, including this massacre.

"Murder...... Kill someone...... Sikong Hou's Mansion has killed someone...... Sikong Houfu is killing people......" He shouted, jumping off the small stool and running away as he shouted.

As he ran away, he heard Ai, a middle-aged man who had been struggling to write, say to the man with a flower mask: "You dagger from there, I think it's quite sharp, cutting off a person's finger is as effortless as cutting a piece of tofu." I see that you cut off the man's finger without much effort. ”

"This dagger?" The man with the flower mask wiped the blood stains on the dagger with his sleeve and said to the middle-aged man who was struggling to write, "This dagger was brought from a person's body in the labyrinth of Sikong Mansion, and it has never been returned to her." ”

"So you stole it?"

"How so? If you don't ask, you steal, and I stole this. ”

"Okay...... Aren't you afraid, the people inside will kill this servant as well? ”

"Don't worry, because, these things that happened in Sikong Hou's Mansion tonight always need someone to say it, anyway, sooner or later it will be said, it's better to say it now, then the name of the servant will definitely be kept." Because. Tonight's massacre requires one person to release the news and attract more souls under the knife. ”

What was said later, I couldn't hear it clearly, but the servant still screamed and left, he was afraid that he would be killed, so he kept shouting loudly.

From being at a loss at the beginning, to being clear later, he has already said what he wants, or rather, what he wants to do.

If his life is only a short moment now, then he must say as much as he can, and do as much as he can.

Every sentence may become the last word he says, and every word may become the last word he says.

The slaughter of this feast has been spread by the servants like this. It spread far away, because this may be the last time he spoke in his life, so he had to run farther and say more words, so that his life could leave a little more mark at the end.

There was silence, only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded the Han Mansion. The anti-tongue bird, which nests in the roses and honeysuckle flowers, accidentally wakes up from a small dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after some careful consideration, there was complete silence again.

Because Mrs. Hanfu Marquis likes roses and honeysuckle flowers, as well as birds, the Marquis of Hanfu found flowers everywhere that could grow in such a difficult environment as Chu State, and planted them in the courtyard of Hanfu.

Mrs. Marquis of Hanfu lit a lamp, put it on the table, and quietly waited for the Marquis of Hanfu to come back, but, I don't know why, she always had some uneasiness in her heart, always feeling that something would happen, she was really nervous, and her heart was always beating hard.

Tossing and turning for a long time, I can't sleep.

I simply got up, pushed open the window, sat on the edge of the window, looked at the night tonight, my mind was empty, I didn't think of anything, I didn't think about anything, I just stared at the moon in the sky, and I was stunned. The moonlight shone on the side of her face, and it could be seen that there were many scars, which were cut by small flower branches in the process of planting flowers. (To be continued.) )