The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved.......

A bright moon in the sky, as if plated with silver, was embedded in the dark night sky, and the silver light sprinkled down, and the reflection of the forest branches was filled with a seductive and terrifying atmosphere.

"I make you cry, I make you cry!" The woman roared heartbreakingly.

The birds resting on the dead trees flew away in fright, and the shadows of the branches were mottled and imprinted on the windows, like the fangs of beasts. A crisp and hearty laugh came from the wooden house, followed by the sound of a sword drawn from its sheath and a human head falling to the ground, and the moon in the sky, which was originally as white as jade, began to gradually turn dark red.

"Why don't you listen to me!"

Yu Yao sat down on the ground in a decadent manner, looked at the face that was still smiling when he rolled to the side, propped himself up and walked in front of the man's head, and poked it again, until it was broken into pieces of flesh and blood splashed everywhere before finally throwing the sword aside.

Every bloody night, he would kill innocents indiscriminately, throw all these dead and alive into the huge refining furnace, and listen to their screams hitting the furnace. The knife slashed through the wrist, and the beads of blood rolled playfully into the stove, and the spell in their mouths would make them lose their minds and obediently obey her.

There was a wooden box on the table, in which were placed more than a hundred faces, and on the top was a paintbrush, and the end of the pen was dripping with viscous liquid, ticking.

The room was cold and damp, with three or four peculiar smells mixed together, and through the moonlight, I could vaguely see that the ground and walls were covered with dried blood. Only a few oil lamps were placed near the door, which flickered faintly, and the candlelight flickered and was not extinguished.

A coffin was placed in the middle, but the lid was not closed, and when I looked closely, there was a woman with a pale face lying in a blood-red coffin. The face of the person in the coffin was the same as before, with his hands on his chest, and a dull token tightly held in his hands.

The biting chill penetrated Yu Yao's body, and she knelt down to the coffin, stretching out her bloodstained hand to caress the lying person.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Yu Yao's eyes, and she muttered to herself: Sister... When will you open your eyes to me? ”

"There must be a save, right?"

She wiped her face with her hands, took out a few pills from the alchemy furnace on the side and stuffed them into the mouth of the woman lying in the coffin, one two, dozens of pieces, and repeated this action without bothering. It wasn't until there was no more elixir in the Dan furnace that he turned his head and looked fiercely at the puppet with his head hanging and his hands and feet tied.

It's really refining a bunch of useless things, and wasting so much of my energy.

"Sect Master, Huang Yao Town has already sent someone to investigate... The door was softly pushed open, and a dark figure appeared in the doorway, holding a fainting monster in its arms.

The limbs were broken into two, and there were hideous wounds everywhere in the abdomen, lumbar spine, and other places, and black water was still gushing out.

"Let it go, Wen Mi, you bring the living back in the next few days, don't bring the dead again." Yu Yao turned around and took a deep breath, picked up the clean handkerchief on the table, and wiped his bloodstained hands.

The puppeteer is one of the evil arts, and the mental drain is huge, and refining the dead into a puppet is even more taboo, not only does it require the blood of her heart, but the refining is also easy to fail and suffer backlash. In the past few days, he has been refining batch after batch of puppets, and he has been overdrawing his body.

Just one of the puppets that failed to refine them, and the puppets that did not obey the order would be beheaded.

"What about Miss Yu Xi's resurrection?"

Yu Yao's eyes flickered: "Let's wait until the refining of tens of thousands of puppets is completed." ”

After all, she has to do more than this, but also to renovate the flexibility and flexibility of the army training on a large scale, so that she can overthrow the king of the Xia Kingdom and establish herself as the king, and pay her sister.

Seeing the bloody thing on the table, Yu Yao took out a bundle of thin thread and silver needles from the wooden box, and sewed the broken leg to the wound. The silver needle pierced the flesh and bones, sewed back and forth, and after the sewing was completed, he held it up, and let Wen Mi hold it after it was repaired, and before leaving, he also told him to come over and report it in time if he saw Yingxin.

The little puppet grows up with his own ideas, and the bigger he gets, the more rebellious he becomes. Knowing that she should have exhausted her mind in the first place, she was busy going down the mountain to collect herbs a few months ago, and she was not allowed to go down the mountain, so the little puppet sneaked down the mountain by himself, and the whole person also played with the evaporation of the world.

Yu Yao closed the lid of the coffin and rubbed his fingers on the lid a few times.

"The soul recovery array that day has obviously worked, but you haven't woken up for a long time, don't you want to come back..." her pupils shrank, her fingers slammed hard, leaving a few blood marks on it, and she took out a sharp dagger from her cuff and stabbed it straight into her heart.

The knife is more than half an inch into the heart, and I don't understand half a thought. She frowned in pain, the corners of her mouth overflowing, and the blood flowing from her chest flowed into the lid of the coffin engraved with runes, as if she wanted to flow all kinds of unwillingness in her heart into it.

On the other side, the sky has just revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the morning mist is full of morning fog in the border town of Xia Kingdom. In a daze, he heard the wooden door kicked open, and the two walked in and hurriedly put the notebook in their hands on the table.

Jiang Liuyue patted the non-existent dust on her body: "The book found in the previous investigation has recorded a lot of content, you can take a look." ”

Chen Wensheng rubbed his sleepy head, propped up half of his body and put on his coat. There is still residual warmth in the depression next to it, and there is no one to be seen. She walked over to the desk and opened the dark blue notebook with one hand, flattening the yellowed paper, the handwriting on which was scrawled illegible, and it was vaguely obvious that it was a portable notepad.

Jiang Liuyue helped light the candle on the table, so that she could flip through the book by the candlelight: "From the seventh day of the new year to the tenth day, a few pages were torn off in front of it. "The whole book felt like it had been soaked in water, crumpled, and some of the words were messed up.

"It's all written around two points." Glancing back and forth at Ben, Chen Wensheng pondered for a while and said slowly.

Xiao Ling was still holding a red robe in her hand and leaned over to look at the handwriting on it: "Which two points?" ”

"Leather painters and puppeteers." Jiang Liuyue sat on the bed and replied with her feet dangling.

Seven words hit the hearts of the four people, the cold wind blew out the candle through the window, Yu Wenjue took another candle from nowhere to light it, and shook his head: "This matter is really tricky." ”

The diary begins with a description of a madwoman he had seen at the corner of the street, and the woman told him to warn the townspeople to get out of here, for there would be a lot of man-eating monsters at once. But for a strangely dressed person, everyone will treat this woman as a madman, so naturally they don't listen to persuasion.

Then, in the next few days, I briefly remembered that someone in the town had disappeared inexplicably, and the matter was reported to the judge, and it was only said that it was still under investigation. The first five or six diaries were written in great detail, basically one or two pages a day.

The middle dozen or so handwriting began to become sloppy, and there were a lot of alterations and a few were torn, divided into several small pieces of paper and inserted in them, and a few sentences were written in the back few articles, concise and to the point, describing the appearance of the monster, and the last one wrote a word... Run!

"Look at what is written in this paragraph: The monster seems to be immortal, its limbs are decomposed, and it can't be killed by slashing it, and its head must be shattered." Xiao Ling pointed to a page in the book and read it aloud.

Jiang Liuyue added: "There is also a mention of Yuyao at the beginning and at the end, this name is not unfamiliar to me, my master often mentions her and her sister... Evil cultivators. ”

The whole room was so quiet that it seemed to freeze, everyone was silent, Chen Wensheng flipped the notebook and made a loud noise, and Yu Wenjue looked quietly through the sand window at the no-man's land.

After all, as an evil cultivator, they are to be punished, and the world hates them, and they wish they could be broken into thousands of pieces, and Yu Xi is a typical example. When the military generals of Wenchen knew that she was an evil cultivator, they proposed to divide the body of the demon girl and five horses, and then burn her bones after death.

Although Yu Xi is very popular, but can not escape the fate of death, under the begging of everyone, the emperor of the court gave her a cup of poisonous wine that day, Yu Yao took her hand, shook her head and cried and shouted Don't drink. But Yu Xi seemed to see through the red dust, and drank with a smile: "A glass of wine and a drunk gentleman, how can the world know what it means." ”

A mouthful of blood spit out, the corners of Yu Xi's lips rose, and the unstoppable blood soaked the placket of his clothes, like a white lotus stained with red dye, so dazzling.

Chen Wensheng closed the notebook and handed it to Jiang Liuyue: "Do you suspect that Yu Yao is the murderer?" ”

"I'm not sure, it's just a little more likely."

After taking the notebook, Jiang Liuyue turned to the last page and stared at the word "escape" for a long time, and then put it in the side pocket, "But why does the evil art have to be killed, if it is used in the hands of good people, it can heal the white bones." "Even human life can be played with the ability to applaud.

But people's hearts are unpredictable, who can ensure that the hands of evil cultivators are clean in this life, and subtly think that they must be devils who kill people without blinking, and it is a very happy thing to kill evil cultivators every time.

Yu Wenjue pushed Xiao Ling and was about to walk down the stairs: "But there are not many good people in this world, it's dawn this day, hurry up and set up the array, this monster will come during the day, don't forget." ”

Xiao Ling, who was about to go out of this door, suddenly came over with a chicken nest on her head: "Hey? I haven't combed it yet, don't push me if my hair is messy! He turned around and smashed the clothes he was holding directly into his face.

In the middle of the giggling and laughing, the four of them went downstairs and walked out of the inn after tidying up, looking at the sky and looking at the land. There was a sense of intimacy that had not been seen for a long time, and Yu Wenjue opened his arms and spit out a mouthful of turbidity to feel the beauty of nature.

Chen Wensheng instructed more than a dozen people to dig a few traps near the inn, almost more than a zhang. The four of them were not idle and rushed to help, especially Yu Wenjue with a shovel to help dig the pit, and Xiao Ling was busy helping to hand things on the side.

After digging it up, some corrosive agents were poured into it, and some wine, matches, ropes, arrows, crossbows and other weapons were prepared, and the eaves were naturally not lonely, and a pile of iron nails and strong glue were piled on it.

Everyone sweated profusely, wiped the beads of sweat on their faces, and looked up to find that it was already midday.

Just as he was about to go back to the stack to rest, he heard someone shouting loudly: "My lord! Do you want to see if that's a flying monster? The man took a few steps back with a shovel in one hand, and pointed to the masked man in black standing still on the eaves with the other. The people on the side looked in the direction of the man's finger, but fortunately, they all looked like they were about to die, their legs trembled, and Xiao Ling hid behind Yu Wenjue and poked out half of her head when she saw this.

I saw that the man in black on the eaves was holding a canine in his hand, opening his mouth and drooping his long tongue, and a dozen strange-looking creatures squatting beside him were looking down at Chen Wensheng and the others.

The heart beat a few beats slower, and the sudden appearance of the other party was unexpected by everyone.

"Ah Ling, you follow me to deal with that person, Jiang Liuyue and Jue are guarding here." Chen Wensheng subconsciously touched his waist, but he felt empty, and then remembered that the saber was still pressed under the silk pillow.

But there is no problem, as long as the martial arts are strong, everything in the world can be a sharp blade, casually tear off a willow branch around the crook of the arm, and throw out a few young leaves to shoot at the figure standing on a high place and fighting with Xiao Ling.

Seven or eight monsters jumped down from the eaves, and some jumped directly into the pits dug earlier, and were instantly corroded and turned into a pool of black water. The rest were slashed by several people with swords, the corpses were separated, the smelly black water gushed out, and the inn also helped shoot arrows with fire.

After Jiang Liuyue killed three or four monsters, she saw that Chen Wensheng did not have any self-defense weapons on him, and directly threw the silver sword in his hand towards her.

"The sword doesn't leave your body, you actually forgot to bring it, what about you Chen Wensheng, take this long sword, remember to return it to me after killing someone."

Seeing the silver light in the air flickering more and more dazzling in the sun, Chen Wensheng shook the willow whip, the branches wrapped around the sword body and pulled hard, and a fine glass sword fell steadily into his hand, with a little black crystal on it.

"Thank you." She jumped a few times, joined the fierce fight above without much effort, quietly came behind the man in black, pierced the opponent's chest with a sword, twisted a hundred and eighty degrees, and quickly retreated away from three feet away.

The man in black felt that there was a foreign object penetrating, and he turned around stiffly and threw out dozens of darts, Chen Wensheng hurriedly retreated and dodged when he saw this, and the sharp weapon cut through his clothes. Xiao Ling pulled out a bundle of hemp rope from behind her waist and threw it at Chen Wensheng.

One person grabbed one end of the rope and circled around the man in black, moving quickly on tiptoe, leaving two afterimages dazzling. The man in black was surrounded by the two of them, and kept throwing silver darts and inky black liquid balls.

Yu Wenjue and Jiang Liuyue also came over to help after cleaning up the monsters below, and kept hitting his head from top to bottom, at this time, a white figure surrounded below was entangled in black mist, gradually turning bright red, and the speed slowed down.

Xiao Ling gritted her teeth, her eyes were confused and she only saw a cloud of blood mist, and she was in a trance and heard someone's words of concern, she stepped aside to hold her sword with one hand, panting and said loudly: "Capture this person alive, I... No problem. ”

The remaining three looked at each other for a few seconds, speeding up to capture the man in black, and the sharp weapons on his body slashed indiscriminately, stabbing at the broken body. Seeing that the other party's stomach was about to be stabbed, he still didn't feel pain.

"It's a puppet, isn't it?" Another sword, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, Chen Wensheng looked at the man in black coldly.

If a normal person was cut like this, he would have fallen to the ground unconscious, and it would have taken a lot of effort for several people to tie him up. Xiao Ling stood on the edge and spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.