God had a hard night of autumn wind and rain, and the autumn girl didn't close her eyes all night. Lying on the bed, he recalled what Cai Feihu had calculated the afternoon before yesterday.

Cai Feihu pinched his fingers and occupied the "Zhuge Ma Qianjiao" over and over again, and among the hexagrams of "*", "lingering", "quick joy", "Chikou", "Xiaoji" and "empty death", he did not occupy "lingering", that is, he occupied "empty death". "Lingering" is still a minor disaster, but "empty death" and "things are dying" is a major disaster.

She shuddered...... The cold rain crackled on the window, knocking on her to wake up, but as soon as she closed her eyelids, she saw Feihu coming with a smile and said as cordially and calmly as usual: "Sister Qiu, I have read the "Teacher Table" again. Mr. said that reading "The Teacher's Funeral" without crying is disloyalty, not only crying, my heart is bleeding......"

Qiu Meizi Ji Ling Ling shivered, got up in her clothes, and hurriedly walked outside the same door. I don't know when the rain has stopped, and a miserable white moon hangs in the western sky, and the sky is almost dawn.

In the hazy color, the shadow of the mountain looked sinister and terrifying, and a bleak tune drifted clearly into her ears with the night wind:

In the autumn moon, autumn is autumn,

Rainy and cold,

The wind is bleak,

My mother,

Chirp !!

Before I knew it, it was dawning. When it is bright, it is also white, like the dawn and not the dawn.

In autumn, there are too many mornings like this.

Qiu Meizi was in a daze on the mountain, and suddenly saw a horse coming in the distance, and a corpse was hanging immediately.

That's the Flying Tiger's horse!

Qiu Meizi's intuition "buzzed", and her head swelled so big that she was fighting, "Ah, Flying Tiger? ”

By this time, the horses had already removed the corpse wrapped in white cloth on the horse.

Qiu Meizi pounced on the corpse and lifted the white cloth from the dead man, ah, there is no head!

Qiu Meizi knelt down in front of the corpse.

The horses knelt down.

Qiu Meizi still didn't believe it, her mind was blank, and she was quiet for a while before she stabilized herself. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the corpse's feet, white cloth socks, green shovel shoes, and black whiskers trembled;

She grabbed the corpse's left hand again, and when she saw it, her hands shaking. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans came out.

She wasn't quite convinced, but her heart was visibly pounding. With one hand shaking, she reached for the right intercostal space of the corpse......

The wind on the top of the mountain, the cold autumn wind blowing down the fallen leaves.

At the foot of Woniu Mountain, the water of the spring Qingling Ling was gurgling down.

The sorghum in the terraces was red, red as blood. ’

The hand that Qiu Meizi stretched out suddenly pulled out again. Her hand touched the gun scar, the gun scar that Wang Mingxuan hit. She didn't say a word, she just hoped that her eyes would open wider and wider, and the corners of her mouth twitched nervously.

Her whole body trembled, and she sat on the ground in front of the corpse, holding the corpse with both hands.

She looked up, her face covered with tears and beads of sweat. She looked at the blue sky, and could no longer control the emotion that had been numb.

She shouted, "Oh my God, you killed me......