Chapter 818: A Visitor in the Middle of the Night

Luo Xiaofeng frowned, he could already smell a foul smell of stool.

Xiao Mian'er trembled his hands and stretched out the shaken sheepskin in front of Luo Xiaofeng.

On the thin sheepskin, with bright red cinnabar, there are rows of fly-headed small letters. Words, very clear!

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the words on the sheepskin, his face changed and became pale! On the thin sheepskin of two inches square, there were less than seventy words written in total, but Luo Xiaofeng had enough to see the kung fu of a stick of incense. Luo Xiaofeng memorized every word in his heart. His hand holding the sheepskin trembled a little.

Xiao Mian'er looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a wry smile: "You should know by now...... Why should I deceive you......"

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes were like a sword, he stared at Xiao Mian'er's eyes tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "That's ...... Really?" he clutched the mysterious sheepskin in his hand with a serious expression.

After Luo Xiaofeng asked this, he immediately regretted it. With the current situation, Xiao Mian'er has no reason to deceive him anymore, not to mention that the information on that piece of sheepskin can reasonably explain many unsolved doubts. These include the previous Yunyao Temple bloody case and the Fengjiazhuang bloody case that occurred not long ago. In addition, there are many cases that Luo Xiaofeng once suspected, but could not confirm.

Xiao Mian'er looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a wry smile on his face: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves!, but now, I have nothing to worry about...... So...... I'm telling you this secret......"

Luo Xiaofeng held the thin sheepskin tightly, he didn't speak, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip.

Xiao Mian'er's expression looked very relaxed, as if he had just unloaded the burden of a thousand catties: "For the sake of me telling you that secret, can you promise me one last thing?"

Luo Xiaofeng felt very heavy: "You say." ”

Xiao Mian'er moved his body vigorously, and finally, he put a pale withered hand on the pair of mandarin ducks embroidered with white thread. He touched the plain white mandarin duck with his slender fingers, with a look of happiness and intoxication: "After I die, please help me give this pair of white mandarin ducks to Aunt Nen with your own hands!" He didn't ask Luo Xiaofeng to speak for him. This pair of white mandarin ducks already contains a thousand words, including everything he wants to express.

Luo Xiaofeng's heart tingled faintly, last time, he promised to help Xiao Mian'er find Aunt Nen, but until now, he still has no news at all. Even if he went to the Immortal Happy Valley, he was not sure that he would be able to find out the news of Aunt Nen. Luo Xiaofeng didn't know if he could help Xiao Mian'er find Aunt Nen. However, in this case, he really couldn't bear to refuse. A dying person, even if he has done many wrong things, good people can't bear to hurt him again. Although Luo Xiaofeng's face was cold, his heart was always hot.

Luo Xiaofeng did not hesitate at all: "Don't worry, I will definitely hand it over to Aunt Nen with my own hands." ”

The plain white mandarin duck is sewn on the purple sheet, and the sewing is not firm. Xiao Mian'er trembled his hands and carefully tore off the plain white mandarin duck. With trembling hands, he folded the plain white mandarin duck, and then respectfully held it in front of Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng took it and carefully hid it in his cuffs.

Xiao Mian'er looked peaceful and happy, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had seen the woman he loved.

Blood suddenly flowed down from the corner of Xiao Mian's mouth. Xiao Mian bit his tongue and committed suicide!

Luo Xiaofeng stood in front of the bed for a long time, his mood heavy and depressed.

Small face mountain. Delicate and majestic. The graves of Heavenly Sword Old Aunt and Xiao Mian'er are in a clearing halfway up the mountain. There is no monument, only a handful of loess and the scattered grass dotted among the loess. When they were alive, they were all heroes who shook the rivers and lakes, but after they died, they were like ordinary people, and they returned to dust!

Luo Xiaofeng stood halfway up the mountain, not moving for a long time.

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No Moon-an.

Kaede knelt on a red lacquer carved chair in a daze. These days, he has very little time to be awake. His body was already very weak, and now, it is getting worse. He eats and drinks well. In the morning, it is bird's nest millet porridge and half a basin of brown sugar water. Plus two baskets of winning vegetarian buns. There are also six packs of flavored snacks from all over the world. The lunch meal was even more abundant. Candied ham, game from Lin Ranshan, braised live fish from Xiangshui Lake, sugar elbow from Dalin, steamed bear paw from Miyun Mountain, and dozens of delicacies from all over the country, plus 20 flavored side dishes from the chef of Beijing. At night, Kaede didn't eat much on his knees, because at night, one of his hearts jumped to his throat, and he really didn't have the taste to eat again. Every night, he dreamed that Maple Snow Bottle was standing in front of his bed covered in blood. In the dream, my sister's face was rotten, and one eye fell out of its socket and hung on the rotten face. Each time, he was awakened from a nightmare, and then hugged the quilt and shrunk to the corner of the large flower bed.

During the day, the moonless nunnery is very lively, and the people who come here to consume are either high-ranking officials or extremely wealthy. But at night, the huge moonless hermitage becomes as silent as death.

The spring moon hangs in the middle of the sky. Wuyue respectfully guarded the door, as if waiting for someone.

An hour passed, and still no one came. Wuyue was still respectfully guarding the door, without a look of impatience on her face. She knew that the person she was waiting for could appear at any time. She received the message in the evening. Her pigeons are always accurate, but they don't make any mistakes.

The spring moon is melting, and the spring flowers are brilliant. Even at night, the flowers of Muzuki-an are bright and pleasant.

Wuyue stared at the flowers at the door, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

In the moonland, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. A slender and slender black shadow dragged long on the ground. Wuyue didn't hear footsteps, she had seen this black shadow by accident.

Wuyue's heart contracted, and she knew that the person she was waiting for had finally come.

Wuyue slowly and cautiously turned around. Behind Wuyue, there stood a masked man in white. He was white masked, white in clothes, white in his shoes, and even the hat he was wearing on his head was wrapped in a white cloth. The white-clothed masked man carried his hands behind his back, and the mountain stood like a mountain behind the moonless. When did this mysterious white-clothed masked man come, and he didn't even know Wuyue, who had always been careful and cautious.

Wuyue saluted with a smile on her face: "In Xia Wuyue, you are the owner of Wuyue Nunnery!

The white-clothed masked man stared at Wuyue's flower-like little face, and suddenly smiled.

The masked man's laughter was hoarse, with a metallic echo.

The smile on Wuyue's face froze, and she suddenly felt a murderous aura, an invincible murderous aura.

"I can kill you!"

As the masked man in white spoke, the hand wrapped in the white cloth suddenly waved out.

Before Wuyue could react, she felt a cold hard object against her throat. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Danzun Evil God Claw Book House" for free for the first time.