Du Yu stood in place, the strange sword in his hand gently withdrew into his clothes, turned to look at Hu Juren again, and said regretfully: "It seems that today's conversation can only end here first, I hope you can think about my problem carefully when you go back, and I will come to you again." ”

Hu Juren swallowed and spat at the sight of Du Yu's figure disappearing in front of him, a strong wind swept in his ears, and in front of his eyes, the leader of the guards, along with seven or eight subordinates, all seemed to be frozen by time, standing in place sluggishly, with a cruel smile on his face, but his whole body was like a sieve, and blood spurted out, flowing on the ground to form a bloody "water vortex".

Puff... Puff pass... The corpse slammed to the ground, and the accumulated blood was smashed up, making people feel especially cold in the cold night.

"Instant kill!"

There was a ripple sound of ripples in a pool of blood in his ears, very slight, and Hu Juren's mind was also a picture stained red with blood, the wind of the night blew softly, he shivered violently, and walked away quickly.

Sticking to the wall of the street, choosing as much as possible the dark contest to answer Hu Fu all the way, following a side door on the east side, into the courtyard, and soon quietly returned to his bedroom, closed the door, and walked to the bed as if his feet were suddenly weak, and lay down and let out a heavy wheezing sound.

His heart was fluctuating and beating, Hu Juren's brain was a little confused, and all he was turning over and over in his mind were blood-stained red flowers, and the center of the red flowers was a scarlet evil eye, as if it was about to penetrate out of his mind, staring at himself deadly, making people shudder.

"Writing Wheel Eye !!"

What happened tonight is simply a story in a picture book, full of unpredictable and unbelievable scenes。。。。。 But it was like a stone that had precipitated into the deepest part of his soul, and in silence, the stirring waves could no longer be smoothed out and restored to peace.

"That's a writing wheel—————— it's a writing wheel—————— writing wheel———— writing wheel————

His mouth was closed up and down, like a repeater, and he whispered in a dream, as if all he had left in his mouth at the moment was this one repetitive word, and nothing else.

He is not fake, he is not false to sell his ancestors for glory, he is not false to be selfish, he is not false to be flattering and despicable, and he is greedy for life and afraid of death。。。。。

However, the thirst for power is never noble or despicable, and it can even be said that the despicable sometimes obtains power easily, because the price he is willing to pay is much higher than the former.

After all, the unscrupulous means are still very capable of putting some weight on the scale.

Lying on the bed, his body slowly curled up, Hu Juren's face became more and more pale, the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally, a little hysterical and distorted, and a pair of bloodshot eyes were full of viciousness and greed.

At the same time, he is not the only person who turns around and can't sleep at night.

Hu Xingyi was like this, sitting on the bed like a wooden stake, looking at the air with red eyes, and slowly gasping for breath in his snort.

"What price am I willing to pay to gain the power of the Sharingan?"

Hu Xingyi's face continued to change, and now that he calmed down, he felt the deep chill revealed in that sentence.

"What a person can give does not depend on what he wants to give, but on what he really has."

In his mind, a sentence suddenly came to mind, this sentence was one of the few words that the terrifying man said to himself, he couldn't understand it at the time, and at this moment, he suddenly understood that this sentence was not said casually by the other party, but it had a deep meaning, and it was to remind himself of today's decision.

"What a deep, terrible scheming, what does such a man want from me?"

At this time, Hu Xingyi also reacted that his thoughts some time ago were too naïve, the strong may not really covet the weak, and no matter how weak things are, they may not really have a little value, it is just that the weak themselves have not found their own value, so what is it?

"What is it?"

A thick chill gradually rose in Hu Xingyi's heart, and a "ho-ho" laugh came out of his throat, "Yes, if it's not yourself, then it can only be the Hu family." ”

"Although, these people have obviously opened the writing wheel, but how they opened it, I don't know, they are not from the Hu family, how they can have the writing wheel, this is what I don't understand... But one thing is certain, that man must have mastered the method of opening the writing wheel, and in his eyes, isn't my Hu clan just a person who sits on the treasure mountain and cannot enter? ”

"What is the cost of doing this?"

Hu Xingyi's brows furrowed, he recalled the scenes of inhuman experiments he had seen in that cold laboratory, and in a trance, he seemed to have realized something.

"The price? Exchange? ”

Even if he can't think it through, Hu Xingyi has already begun to realize that this price may be a hundred times more cruel than he thought, so can he accept it?

"No, it's impossible, maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much, hehehe."

Hu Xing tilted his head back and lay flat on the bed, his eyes bright as blood in the dark.

"Yo, you've killed someone!"

Zhang Lang sat in the room, watching Du Yu slowly walk in from the outside, and the fresh smell of blood on his body was immediately brought in and permeated the room.

"Well, not so lucky." Du Yu sneered expressionlessly, sat in the room, and asked in a low voice for a while: "Don't you have any ideas for this mission?" ”

The smile on Zhang Lang's face suddenly retracted, the corners of his mouth hooked a cruel and cunning arc, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't dare to have any ideas, the teacher's explanation, you want to die, don't drag me down." ”

"Is that so?" Du Yu lifted the three swords from the table, carried them behind his back, and turned around and walked outside: "I understand, I'm here to keep vigil." ”

Watching Du Yu's back slowly hide in the courtyard, Zhang Lang stretched out his tongue and gently licked his dry mouth, a face flickered in the light of the candlelight, there was an eerie feeling, which made people creepy.

"Hey, hey... Hey, hey, hey。。。。。 In the midst of a low, eerie laugh, the candlelight went out.