The night is quiet, with a bright moon set in the blue sky, and the occasional nightingale can be heard singing, and the night wind rustles the leaves against the trees.

The picture is so tranquil and beautiful, picturesque and poetic, but the bloody breath mixed in the wind breaks this beautiful tranquility.

In the suburbs, in the silent woods where no one is around, a rich middle-aged man covered in wolves and scars is desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy, full of ugliness, as if he only wants to save a small life.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me...... I don't have any ledgers in my hands, you're looking for the wrong person......"

A group of black-clothed men stood quietly, their eyes cold and unheated, unmoved by his pleading.

In the middle of the black-clothed man stood a man in a red brocade robe, the red was dull, like flowing blood, and the night wind blew, giving people an illusion, as if the red was a living illusion, which would rush out at any time, and it was so strange that it was fierce.

In the vast night, his red brocade robe was unusually conspicuous, with a silver mask on his face, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, but just such a pair of eyes were enough to amaze the world, as if there was a kind of magic power, which could attract people's souls in the depths and make people feel cold and cold.

A pair of evil eyes were slightly raised, half-narrowed, and the light was more certain than interesting.

Hearing this, he snorted coldly, his tone was as cold as water, stupid things, how dare he lie to him?

The man who dared to deceive him last time had his bones turned to ashes...... Well, that's wrong, not even the ashes!

"Zhang Lin, what do you mean-I'm a very stupid person......"

The faint sound of a scorched tail kite sounded, and it was particularly clear in this silent night.

The tail of the voice is slightly elongated, light as the wind, such a sound should be the sound of heaven, but in such a silent night, it only makes people feel that this voice is as cold as the night, as if from the extremely deep ghost domain, quietly poking out a strange and cold ghost hand, gently resting on his throat in the dark night of no one.

――It's cold to the bone, it's creepy!

"Yes...... It's you ......."

The middle-aged man listened to a somewhat familiar voice, and looked up in astonishment, the red and enchanting brocade robe that symbolized his identity, seemed to be bloody in the night, and he collapsed to the ground in fright, this time in his voice, it was no longer the fear in front of him, it was the horror that came out of his bones, and even his voice trembled unconsciously.

He never thought that the person who intercepted him today would be this evil star.

Today, his life is also dead!

Thinking of the fate of falling into the hands of this person, Zhang Lin trembled, desperate, rather than being tortured and dying, it was better to end himself and be happy.

There was a cloud of dead air on his face, and he gritted his teeth hard - he hid poison in his mouth just in case.

It's a pity that before he could make a move, a figure next to the red-robed man flew up and knocked him out with one palm, and at the same time shattered his teeth, half of which was left.

"Bastard thing!" The sharp sound, like a sharp weapon scraping through metal, was extremely harsh.

Zhang Lin's body flew out like a butterfly with broken wings and fell into a patch of grass, and the lush weeds drowned his figure.

A cold and distant voice came from the night: "Xiaoluzi, drag it back!" ”

"Yes!" Father-in-law Lu stepped forward and pushed aside the grass, but he was surprised: "Huh? "What about people?

Just now he obviously knocked Zhang Lin down in the grass, why is he missing?