Chapter 621: Countering Violence with Violence

Lan Di's light body retreated sharply, one lying on his side, and pulled out the treasure knife at his waist.

The sharp blade swept the black shadow's waist.

A dark shadow passed over the swarthy head.

Lan Xuan's hand holding the knife trembled.

In the darkness, the stout black shadow arrow shot into the dark jungle and disappeared in an instant.

Lan Dianqing had already lit the lamp in the hall, and he carried a dead wind lamp into Xiao Yuan's room.

Xiao Yuan snorted evenly, slept deeply, but his face was pale.

Lan Di leaned over and called softly: "Xiao Yuan...... Xiao Yuan ......"

Xiao Yuan didn't speak, and responded to him with a slight snoring.

Lan Dan let out a long sigh of relief, and looked back at the small pot of inky flowers in the corner, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The room was small and overflowing with the smell of strange flowers.

Xiao Yuan, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were strange, and there was a hint of cruelty in his indifference.

Lan Dan didn't see it, he had already walked to the corner, carefully picked up the pot of inky flowers, and then slammed it out of the window.

Xiao Yuan closed his eyes and let out a rhythmic snoring sound again.

Lan Zhenqing stood in the living room and called out to Mrs. Xiao. His voice was loud, but no one answered. Even the timid little maid slept to death.

Lan Dan lightly began to knock on the door, and the knocking sound grew loud enough to wake up people who hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

No echo, or no echo!

Lan Swart slammed the door lightly. The latch snapped.

The room was quiet, with a large wooden bed carved with dragons stacked with a new silk satin brocade quilt. On the brocade quilt lies a boxy red lacquer coffin with a large elephant trunk lock on it. Lan Zhenqing wanted to open the red lacquered coffin to see what was going on, but he held back. Without the permission of his master, he will not touch every plant or tree here.

The door was bolted from the inside. Lan Dianqing couldn't help but shout again: "Old Lady Xiao!"

The room was eerily quiet, and no one answered. Lan swarthy searched the crutches and falls of the room, but there was still no half of a figure. The windows of the room are also plugged in, and there is no sign of being opened.

The blue and light scalp is a little numb. There was no one in the house, who bolted the door and inserted the window? Could it be that there was a secret passage in the room? When did Mrs. Xiao leave? Why did she hide from herself? Could it be ...... What happened?

Lan Dan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard a faint "tick" sound.

"Tick ...... Tick ...... "one, two......

In the dim light, there was bright red blood on the smooth floor. Blood dripped from the crack in the scabbard on the side of the blue light-hearted waist.

Lan Di slowly pulled out the treasure knife, the blade was stained with blood, and the blood was not dry.

Deep in the mountains, there is the creepy howl of wild wolves.

Lan Zhenqing suddenly remembered something, and he looked excited.

There was a dark red stain of blood in front of the door of the hall. "The black shadow is obviously injured, find the injured black shadow, maybe there will be a new discovery" Lan Swarthy thought lightly, and walked in the direction of the black shadow's escape...... At the end of the gravel path, there was another pool of congealed blood. "The black shadow is very badly injured, and it is estimated that he will not be able to run far", Lan Danqing thought as he walked into the dense jungle.

The Death Wind Lamp glowed a dim yellow glow, and occasionally a few drops of icy rain slipped down the leaves and hit the swarthy face.

Lan Xuanqing suddenly had a strange thought: that tall black shadow might be Second Master Wei.

People say that Savage Ridge is a Jedi, and everyone who enters the ridge is dead, but today he met a few strange people. If Savage Ridge is a Jedi, then how did these people survive? What are the origins of these people? What are they staying in this deserted jungle for? Lan Dan lightly remembered the old lady Xiao who always had a smiling face but a mysterious aura.

The dead branches and rotting leaves on the ground were lightly trampled under the feet of the blue dark, making a "rustling" sound.

Lan Dui couldn't figure it out, he could only be sure of one thing: Second Master Wei, Old Lady Xiao is by no means an ordinary person, there must be an ulterior secret hidden in this Savage Ridge! What is this secret? Lan Dulight didn't know, he didn't even know the real purpose of Hao Ji's relict asking him to invite Second Master Wei!

The wind of the cold night blew through an open ground.

Blue Swarthy suddenly became agitated, and he kicked the small rocks under his feet with all his might. He had been following Hao for eight years, and he had never had such emotions. Can be ...... today In this dark night, in this Savage Ridge, which is regarded as a forbidden place, his emotions came strongly. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of losing the credibility of others, especially Hao Jiao Zhi! He felt that a subtle change had taken place between him and Hao Zhu for a while. Hao Jizhi slowly distanced himself from himself, gradually became indifferent, and no longer told himself about personal matters, and even asked about the affairs in the yamen. Why is this? Could it be that Hao Ji Ji no longer believes in himself? If he doesn't believe in himself, why did he send himself to invite Wei Erye? What happened to Hao Ji Ji? Could it be ...... Lan Dan was careless and blamed himself for thinking too much. He shouldn't doubt Lord Hao, Lord Hao saved his life, and this time he sent himself to Savage Ridge to invite Second Master Wei, which is enough to prove that he still believes in himself.

Lan Danqing's thoughts were very chaotic, although he tried his best to think about the good, but the dark clouds in his heart could not be erased.

In front of him is a mess of rocks, the front is very empty, there are no trees within dozens of zhang, only large and small strange stones.

The bitter cold wind ruffled his hair, and the pale air lamp shook violently.

Lan Swarthy stood suddenly, his knife-sharp eyes staring straight ahead. In the small col ahead, there was a flash of fire. It was a spark from the fire fold. There was another flash of fire, and something was set on fire, whirring and burning, emitting thick black smoke.

Lan Swart hurried over.

The wind was tight, the flames were boiling, and the sound of "peeling" was endless.

In the small col, a black mass was burning rapidly.

Lan Zhen looked around, but he didn't see half a figure. Just as he was puzzled, the black thing shot up violently, and rushed towards it with a long flame.

Blue Swart was startled and flashed behind a rock.

The black mass fell heavily to the ground, burning the dead grass in the cracks in the stone.

Lan Di looked at it in a daze.

With a "click", the flames flew away, and a black villain rolled out of the flames with a short sword of terrible blue color.

This was completely unexpected by Lan Shaqing, and the short sword in the little black man's hand had already stabbed into Lan Shalow's chest.

Lan Dan didn't dodge, pulled out the knife at his waist, and then slashed straight down.

The blue short sword stabbed on the blue light chest, but it "collapsed" and snapped. At this moment, the cold blade slashed from the little black man's shoulder, and then slid out of his crotch.

This swarthy knife has already been killed. Countering violence with violence has always been his principle.

Blood splattered, and the burning materials scattered on the ground were slowly extinguishing.

(End of chapter)