- Cen Chi remembers the back, especially the wooden hairpin inserted in the man's hair.

Once, when the master carried him on the mountain road, he almost couldn't resist pulling the wooden hairpin several times.

At that time, it was very simple and just for fun, not like now, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, when he saw the familiar back again, the familiar wooden hairpin, his heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that on the simple and unpretentious wooden hairpin, there is a cold breath entwined, and the long figure has also been emptied, and an evil spirit lives in.

"Master?"

Although Cen Chi was faintly afraid of the familiar back, because that back reminded him of the rainy night killing when he was nine years old, he still couldn't help but catch it as he watched his master walk away step by step.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and monsters, but the cruel experience that forced him to leave the Shimen school at the age of nine carved an indelible wound on his soul that made him unstable when he saw someone again.

I don't know when it began, the dark clouds covered the silver moon, and it rained again in the sky.

However, Cen Chi didn't feel the cold rain dripping on his face, he just heard the sound of the rain falling on the stone steps, the mist splashed, and the back of the master, who had already walked a little farther away on the stone steps, became more hazy.

The vague back did not mean to turn back, and continued to walk forward step by step on the stone steps.

"Master!" Cen Chi shouted, and subconsciously took a step forward.

It was at this moment that he noticed that his body had become extremely light, as if floating in mid-air. Just jumped out of the way, that is, like a swallow cutting rain, swept out several feet at once, and swept away less than seven paces from the shadow.

This strange scene. Ling Cen Chi's heart was empty for no reason, and he suddenly faintly realized that he seemed to have become a rabbit that had fallen into a trap.

The back figure that was gradually walking away in the rain suddenly stopped and turned his face...... His facial features were blurred, I don't know if it was because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision, or because the face was hideously distorted......

The man had a sharp knife in his hand. The sharp edge of the knife seems to be able to cut the raindrops falling from the sky into two pieces.

The man said coldly: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new bed?"

The vague figure with the knife seemed to be about to walk over as he spoke, but he could only pull his legs and feet in place, but he couldn't take the actual half-step distance.

At this time, Cen Chi saw clearly that there was a young figure at the foot of the blurred figure. The boy clung to the sword-wielding figure's legs so tightly that he couldn't take a step. The indigo blue shirt on the young man's body had turned a dark red color, not because it was wet by the rain, but because it was soaked with blood.

"Let's go!"

The boy turned his face and shouted.

Different from the long and blurred face, although the figure of the young man curled up on the ground was blurred in a dark red color, the outline of his face could be very clearly imprinted into Cen Chi's eyes in the night rain.

"Senior brother......" Cen Chi couldn't help but call in a trembling voice. The cold voice of the long figure and the sharp knife he held. Ling Cen Chizhi wanted to turn around and flee immediately, but when he saw that it was the second senior brother Lin Shan who was dragging the long figure to his feet, and when he saw the second senior brother lying in a pool of blood, he suddenly felt that his legs were stiff again.

"Let's go!" The boy shouted the word again, choking out of his throat with blood foam, his face had become extremely pale, "Don't go and wait for death!" ”

Cen Chi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain road, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was extremely frightened. He didn't turn around. But he was finally able to control his legs and take a step back, but unexpectedly, this step stepped into the abyss.

"Master ......" Cen Chi suppressed his voice and roared, and suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and immediately felt his limbs and bones being filled with pain, which made his hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.

But fortunately, he has now broken free from those soul-destroying dreams.

Although I know it's a dream. But when he just opened his eyes and woke up from his dream, Cen Chi's heart actually had a hidden feeling of the rest of his life. He subconsciously took a deep breath, accidentally touched the pain of the broken bone under the ribs, and couldn't help but snort.

The physical pain quickly reminded him of what had happened before he passed out, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Such a toss, sometimes empty your mind and think about it, it is really a boring and painful thing.

Fang Fang, a middle-aged Taoist who was napping on the table, didn't hear the sound from the other side of the bed, sat up straight and looked sideways, and said with some surprise: "Woke up so soon?"

While speaking, Fang Wuji got up from the table, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then clasped Cen Chi's wrist for a moment, and then said: "My life is guaranteed, but I have to stay in bed for at least five days to recuperate before I can move my hands and feet."

"Five days?" Cen Chi suddenly remembered something and struggled to sit up.

Fang Wu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't earn it, the broken ribs have just been taken back, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, I'm afraid it will cause a hidden disease."

Cen Chi sighed silently, he also felt that his physical condition was terrible. In the dream before, although he always felt that his feet were not on the ground, and his body was floating like a wandering spirit, but at that time, with the drift of his mind, the pain all over his body also became blurred, not as real and violent as when he woke up now, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fang Wu put Cen Chi's hand back into the quilt, then looked at him and said slowly: "Why bother so much, I thought that after the incident in the tea shed, you would let go of your killing thoughts."

"In order to prevent the high dive from seeing the clues from you, so that I can continue my actions in the inn, I must have lied to you when I left the teahouse before. If you're angry, just scold me. For this matter, Cen Chi wanted the other party to smile apologetically, but at this time, he was in pain everywhere, and he really couldn't laugh. After a pause to adjust his breathing, he frowned and said, "Do you still have that little red pill you gave me just now?"

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing, how could I carry too much with me?" Just two servings, you vomit one, eat one, and then there is no more. ”

"Help." Cen Chi stared at Fang Wu's face, obviously questioning the Daoist's answer, "Do you believe it or not, a person who could have survived, but could have been killed without shedding a drop of blood?"

Fang Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said, "It's better for you to watch a prison codex like 'Hundred Logs in the Torture Room', so as not to think cranky."

Cen Chi said lightly: "If it weren't for that book, I wouldn't have given it a damn."

"Collecting is also a helpless move, like this ** left over from the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that this world will be burned." Fang Wushu said casually, "This kind of book of experience that is exchanged for the blood and life of prisoners, although the word-by-word record is too cruel, it is not without merit. Using the kind of methods in "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room" to extract a confession, I'm afraid even Shiren has to speak. The perverted intelligence of the original author is rare today. ”

Cen Chi said expressionlessly: "If you refuse to take out that little red pill, maybe in the future you will lose a friend who can talk to you about that perverted author."

"But you need to rest now." Fang Wu put away his rambling thoughts, his face calmed, "That kind of medicine can stimulate the potential of people's bodies, you will feel refreshed after taking it, but you don't know that the effect of that medicine is to burn people's vitality." You've already lost too much blood, how can you withstand such suffering?"

"Do you think I'm resting right now?" Although Cen Chi knew that Fang Wu was also thinking about him when he said that, the physical pain gave him a more direct feeling, which frustrated his patience. After gritting his teeth and enduring it for a moment, he said again: "Why don't you give me a stick on the head, so that I can rest."

……

Wu Shu stole the book and went directly to the boss's study, and the Lord Commander has been busy with official business in recent days, and often rests directly in the study overnight, so although Wu Shu estimated the time of the Lord Commander's work and rest, he still happened to meet the Lord Commander when he went back to return the book.

The name of the Martial God was not a joke, although Wu Shu was so good at leaping kung fu, when he was about to leave the Commander's Mansion in mid-air, he was still cut off by Li Gai, who climbed to the top of the eaves, with one palm.

After answering the initial four words, Cheng Xu briefly mentioned a few words about Wu Shu's theft of books, Mo Ye was shocked when she heard it, although Cheng Xu did not continue to say it soon, and she did not ask another question about this matter.

It didn't take long for Cheng Xu to send Mo Ye back to Ye Mansion, and at this time, the sky was also lit up with morning dawn.

Standing at the gate of Ye Zhengming's mansion, Cheng Xu still did not take the move of directly climbing over the wall to take Mo Ye in, but reached out and pulled the door knocker and shouted loudly: "Old Ye-"

Mo Ye's body trembled at his shout, she hurriedly pulled the hem of Cheng Xu's clothes, and reminded with surprise in her eyes: "Don't shout... I smuggled out! ”

"But I can't sneak in with you." Cheng Xu glanced back at Mo Ye, and said helplessly: "The three masters in the house haven't left yet, I don't want to be beaten early in the morning."

After that, he turned around, buckled the knocker and continued to shout: "Old Ye-"

Mo Ye was anxious, but she also knew that Cheng Xu was right. The emperor dictated that Ye Zhengming thought about it behind closed doors at home, and for this reason, he also asked three masters to 'accompany' him home, and Mo Ye also heard Ye Nuonuo mention this once. But despite this reason, it is inappropriate for Cheng Xu to shout like this.

As soon as his mind moved, Mo Ye suddenly raised his voice and laughed, and then said, "Uncle Cheng, don't you think that you are a little like shouting 'master'?"

Cheng Xu's face froze when he heard this, but he soon had a new method, and shouted: "Open the door, open the door, open the door......"

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