Qin Zixin can only rely on the lights of other people's houses to deduce the time, who told her to set her own candle to break the time was blown out by the strong wind?

Staring at the vague direction of the far door for three seconds, Qin Zixin covered her mouth with her hand and yawned heavily. In the end, she won't come, if she doesn't come, she will go back to sleep, staying up late is a girl's natural enemy.

Just when Qin Zixin began to get impatient, the pressing aura was getting closer and closer. shallow shrouded Qin Zixin, and Murong Bing on the tree on one side also frowned, she was also affected.

A flash of purple light flickered from the sky, and Qin Zixin could only say floating. She was full of energy, and she watched intently at the light flying in the direction of the courtyard.

The purple light was getting closer, and those who had been on before didn't know when the lights had gone out. Shijie, who completely sank into the darkness, added an eerie layer of color to the purple light.

Being able to create an oppressive aura from such a distance, it seems that the master of this Purple Yama Hall is really not to be underestimated. Qin Zixin clenched the three-foot white snow in his hand, and even though he knew that it was useless, he felt a little relieved.

It's here! Qin Zixin focused all his attention on the purple light. But in the next second, she got up coldly, and Murong Bing, who was lurking in the tree, heard her laughter and was confused for a while.

Unexpectedly, the purple "ghost fire" is like this? Floating in the night sky was a lantern wrapped in purple silk cloth and tied into flames.

As for the fact that it floats in the air, it is because the lantern is not carried with bamboo poles or wooden sticks. The top of the lantern, the end of the "flame", is held in place by a silvery-white chain.

A man with a black scarf and a black suit slowly landed on the roof opposite Qin Zixin, and when he walked up, the lantern would be like a fluttering flame, so it was called "ghost fire".

"It's really an eye-opener, this is the 'ghost fire' of your Purple Yan Palace? This is too perfunctory for those who died, right? ”

Qin Zixin didn't bother to care if this person who was less than a foot away from herself was here to take her life, she had already laughed and endured internal injuries when she saw that "ghost fire", and now she laughed even more unscrupulously.

"You are Qin Zixin?" Seeing Qin Zixin's reaction, the man in black was slightly stunned at first, and then asked, exuding a cold murderous aura all over his body, covering up all the slightest fluctuations in the air.

His blood-colored eyes were sharp and cold, and there were no long swords or short spears on his body. Only hanging from his waist was a knife shaped like a crescent moon, and on the knife was a silver-white chain, and it was the "ghost fire" that was attached.

Murong Bing's palms were soaked in a thin layer of sweat, and the "Crescent Moon Hook Scythe", one of the most difficult weapons to master in the rivers and lakes, was used by this person, but she looked at Qin Zixin who was standing alone in the dark, ready to strike at any time.

"The one on your waist is the legendary 'Crescent Hook Scythe'?" Qin Zixin consciously filtered out the problem of killers, the crescent moon hook and sickle, one of the most difficult weapons to use, but once mastered, he would become a rare master.

The words that Zuo Ci had mentioned appeared in Qin Zixin's mind, such a beautiful weapon was actually in the hands of a killer.

"Are you Qin Zixin?" The visitor asked again, only this time it was like a compelling voice from hell, and with the cold crescent moon hook sickle, he was like a reaper of souls.