The moon at night is a veiled beauty, with bright eyes and bright teeth, bright and elegant, standing on the path, as if covered with a silver veil. The black sky is deep and frightening, is it really more beautiful than the legendary Chang'e?

No one will know, maybe only the meteor that once fell.

However, it was such a beautiful night, but it was covered with a layer of slaughter for no reason, walking alone in this quiet night, this forest path, the wind whistling and the rustle of leaves, like the howling of the wind.

A cold chill rushed over my heart. Cold sweat broke out on his head, and an invisible oppression appeared in people's hearts.

Looking at the surrounding trees, they all seemed to be looking at me motionless with their eyes, looking directly at people. The wind blew the leaves off the trees, and there was a rustling sound under the feet of the foot.

Tonight, it seems to be too quiet, the silence makes people tremble a little, such silence, it makes people very uncomfortable, whether it is a servant or a guard, they can't help but mention the spirit of twelve, tonight is the lord's big day, there can be no mistakes.

There was a sultry humidity in the air, like a fog. The faint light of the lighthouse in the distance made the night even quieter.

The white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, but the insects and birds could not be heard as usual, only the cold gust of wind, crashing against the cold rock wall.

The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery.

All the eyes come into contact with is the thing covered with this soft net, no grass or tree, not as realistic as in the daytime, they all have a vague, ethereal color, each of which hides its subtleties, keeps its secrets, and makes people feel like a dream.

This makes the eerie tranquility eat away at people's vigilance little by little. I don't know how long it took, people gradually felt that their eyelids began to become heavy, their bodies began to become soft, and they wanted to lean on so casually, and then go to sleep to relieve the fatigue of the whole day, comfortable, calm, and lazy. Do nothing.

Finally, when the first dark clouds obscured the full moon in the sky and the lights gradually dimmed, the first man fell asleep.

He was just an ordinary servant in the manor, with no martial arts, let alone internal strength, just a flower farmer in the flower garden, as if he had been sucked off his backbone, and fell softly among the flowers.

Nobody knows. No one saw it, but this qiē was like a game of dominoes, a series of reactions like a flood that burst a levy, completely unstoppable.

Servants who clean the house. The maids who serve their masters, the little ones who fight the watch, and then the mighty guards, everyone. One by one, they fell asleep, without the slightest resistance or struggle. It was noisy, the red lantern under the eaves was still so bright, and a square word 'Xi' swayed in the wind.

The originally busy Traceless Village turned out to be dead and silent at this moment, and it was no longer lifeless.

The next moment, the main entrance opened, and a young man in gray stood in the center with his hands behind his back, a sharp sword, reflecting this crystal silver light in the night, the cold air was pressing, murderous, every extra silver light, you could see dozens of black-clothed men who were not as good as this prosperous manor.

What's even more strange is that these black-clothed people seem to be familiar with the road of this manor, and they can bypass the formation and avoid the mechanism with every step, light and silent, without making any sound.

It's like a poisonous snake lurking in the night, swallowing a blood-red snake letter, approaching its prey little by little, just waiting for the surprise and a fatal blow.

Everyone held their breath at this moment, and their steps were as light as they could, almost literally, everyone knew how important this night was, their teeth were sharp and they all had a poison sac, they were the real dead soldiers, and if they didn't succeed, they became benevolent, and dedicated all their qi qi to the Lord.

The young man in gray stood outside the gate for a long time, and finally moved, every step seemed so light, so elegant, under the cover of the night, no one could see his face, the only thing left was the afterimage behind him, just like his name, the remnant.

The shadow is his best friend, and the shadow is also his best weapon, they never leave, never turn their backs, just float slowly through the crowd, Zhuo Bufan, Duan Zhixing, and Lu Xiucheng didn't care, but there was a trace of indescribable smile on their faces.

Knowing that the gray afterimage disappeared from their sight, the three of them looked at each other and nodded.

"The kung fu of Lord Remnant has been taken to the next level." Zhuo Bufan exclaimed.

"Don't say so much, time is running out!" Duan Zhixing prompted.

"Let's go!" Lu Xiucheng waved his hand, and all the black-clothed people were scattered in the thick night.

The cold night breeze seemed to turn into a cry at this moment, and the laughter of the god of death ate away at the fragile life little by little, and between this side of heaven and earth, the killing began in this silent sword.

The sword light of the blood volume drew a red curtain, falling on the wall, sprinkled in the grass, splashed on the pillars, flowing in the cracks of the blue bricks, and the once green land was dyed red little by little at this time, everyone seemed to be dreaming, but they lost their precious lives in the beautiful dream.

There is no thought, no joy and anger, no pain, heart, brain, throat, liver, kidney, different methods of killing, but they are all fatal blows, never delayed, no mercy, all they need is to turn this place into a white field, with no living creatures, and blood stains the night sky.

The way of survival has always been cruel, no one can know what kind of sky will be in the next moment, and whether the next breath will be their last lingering in this world.

The brightly lit inner courtyard still looks joyful and calm, the candles in the bride's room are gradually extinguished, and on the night of the candles in the cave room, a wisp of warmth permeates the inner courtyard, and the slightest bit is in the button.

A little fallen flowers and leaves are blown by the wind, fluttering in the night sky, under the dark blue starry sky, like a flower fairy dancing, graceful and infinite, graceful and graceful.

The tinkling of a spring water is the most appropriate soundtrack for this dance, which is natural and does not have a trace of flaws.

Finally, the last candle flame in the inner courtyard fell, and that ...... It's the house of the young priest......

The veil fell gently, the delicate hairpin was neatly placed in front of the dressing mirror, the dim bronze mirror reflected the graceful body of Shao Siming, one by one clothes fell, the coiled long hair reached the waist, the bright eyes were half-open and half-closed, and a joy overflowed in the chest, all of them were so beautiful.

This is his own perfect world, this is a fairy tale that he has personally interpreted, as he once said to himself, he will give himself a "perfect ending"

With a sweet smile on her lips, she was completely unaware that a trace of darkness was creeping in (to be continued......