Yang Peng walked with the old man on the stone road in the village, from time to time there were villagers poking their heads out to look, what was surprising was that the old lady and the old man who poked out their heads or a few children who poked their heads out and looked at the west from time to time, but they did not see the young adults and women, Yang Peng was puzzled, but did not ask the old man.

The white fox was getting closer and closer, its eyes fixed on the danger. Yang Peng also noticed it, and he clearly knew that this fall must have something unusual.

The old man took Yang Peng to a simple wooden house, and the old man said respectfully: "Although the house is simple, it is already the best in this house, and I hope that Taoist friends will not dislike it." ”

Yang Peng nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, just live if you can." ”

The old man swept Yang Peng's eyes, he seemed to want to see something in Yang Peng's eyes, but between the eye contact, his body was slightly stunned, he saw a pair of deep pupils, this seems to have some magic power, can suck people's spirits into it, like a bottomless abyss, immeasurable!

Yang Peng smiled at the old man, the old man lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted something, but in the end, it turned into a sentence: "The old man will say goodbye first, and if he has something to order, he will do it." ”

Yang Peng knew that there was more to him than that, but he didn't ask and nodded, and turned around before the old man. The old man looked up at Yang Peng's departing figure until there was a "creak" sound of the door.

The old man turned to look at the starry sky, and his heart was full of thoughts, which finally turned into a lament and disappeared into the vast darkness.

Yang Peng came to the house and the furnishings in the house were simple, but Yang Peng looked at a statue of a Bodhisattva and could see that he was divine, Yang Peng thought of the old man, although he was separated from the old man for less than a day, but as long as he thought of the old man who was not smiling, Yang Peng's heart tightened, he firmly believed that the old man would be able to live, until the day he met the old man and could always give the best "explanation".

The white fox's furry tail touched Yang Peng, Yang Peng looked at the white fox, pointed to the place where the sense of crisis came, and said, "Can you go with me?" The white fox jumped to the window, looked back at Yang Peng, and immediately turned around and jumped. Yang Peng turned his face and smiled, looking at the direction where the white fox disappeared, "Phantom" left the house with a move, leaving only the candle at the head of the bed flickering and dimming.

He, Yang Peng and the white fox, rushed there, this way, not only the sense of crisis, but also the air began to become turbid in his heart, but this did not stop Yang Peng and the white fox from continuing to rush forward.

Yang Peng walked through the trees, but he did not drop a single leaf. At this moment, a voice came, although the voice was small, but Yang Peng could clearly capture it: "Zhong Lihao, why do you do this? I have already paid off everything I owe you, why do you? Why do you refuse to let me go!" The voice was soft, but the voice was full of grief and indignation, and then a crazy voice came: "No! I will never let you escape from the palm of my hand in my life, after all, your talent, and your appearance。。。。。

Then there was a wicked laugh, and then he said, "Oh, oh, by the way, your mother is still thinking about you, don't run away!

In the interval between speaking, Yang Peng came to the back of a tree, Yang Peng's body was slightly sideways, and he saw a man in a gorgeous costume smiling evilly, looking at a woman in a white dress, her eyes were like autumn waves, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her appearance was extremely beautiful. She was sitting on the ground, her back against a big tree, she raised her head slightly, but she didn't look at the man, her eyes looked at the bright moon, the moonlight sprinkled on her fair face, a tear from the corner of her eye flowed down her cheek to her smooth chin, and the tears glistened in the moonlight.

It ends up falling on moist soil, leaving no trace。。。。。。