Tianzhou Villa. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole complex is like a giant boat floating in a sea of flowers, and countless red petals in a radius of ten miles are falling and withering in the air.

Whatever color they used to be, at this moment, they can only be red—the color of blood.

In the center of the sea of flowers is a tattered "giant boat", with countless irregular cracks and holes below, and the whirring fishy wind is convection, as if a huge monster is breathing, and all that comes out is the smell of corpses that are beginning to decompose.

Two men in red cloud robes on a black background walked out of the sea of red flowers and walked towards a crack in the giant boat.

One of them was as tall as a pine, and his golden hair shone in the reflection of the rising sun, like a sun god walking on the ground; The other one was all shrouded in darkness, unable to see the face clearly, and the body dragged on the ground only half the height of the others, but there was a pitch-black scorpion tail sliding coldly on the ground, and the rhizomes of the flowers and plants that were accidentally cut off around them quickly withered and turned into the same pitch black as the robe.

If it is compared to the sun god next to it, then this must only be a scorpion that exudes a highly poisonous god of death.

Coldly looking at the crack in front of him, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, showing a strange triangle, and the wave feng shui gate walked inside.

"There's no breath of a living person here." A hoarse voice came, and there was a mechanical grinding sound under the black robe next to him, which was very slight.

Then a cloud of smoke exploded on the ground, and hundreds of metal scorpions, the size of a baby's fist, spread out in all directions.

"Hmm." Bo Feng Shuimen smiled, raised his hand and waved forward, and several bitter grains were like peacocks spreading their wings, silently fanning into the inside of the giant boat, "I look inside, you look outside." ”

Before the words landed, there seemed to be golden figures in front of him constantly flickering and overlapping, and for a moment, it seemed that the entire "giant boat" was full of dazzling figures.

Outside, countless poisonous scorpions spread out in a circle like a black tide, as fast as lightning, and after an occasional pause, a cold light flashed in the cold compound eyes.

A moment later.

Two figures appeared in a sea of flowers in the southeast corner, along the way were seven or eight veiled men in black.

"It's completely different from other people's clothes, these people are not from Tianzhou Villa." Bo Feng Shuimen squatted down, and with a slight pick, Ku Wu picked off the masks of several people, revealing the bare heads below.

There was a deep groan.

"Bald?" Thinking of the goods on the Great Snake Pill experimental table, Bo Fengshuimen said coldly: "It seems that he didn't tell a lie, these people are also here for the goal, but they are all dead." ”

"It's a bit strange that they died here before they could enter Tianzhou Villa." Bo Feng Shuimen continued: "No body of the target has been found, unless he has been crushed like the surrounding area... ”

"No way, the target is still alive." The Red Sand Scorpion didn't explain why, but said in a deep voice, "In which direction did you flee?" ”

"I also tend that the target did not die, but fled, so these bald heads are dead, and who slaughtered Tianzhou Villa?" Bo Feng Shuimen was a little puzzled.

"Put away your ridiculous pity." The Red Sand Scorpion snorted coldly, turned around and walked in the direction of the sun with its back to it, "It doesn't matter who kills them, as long as the target is still alive." ”

"All we have to do is find him, whether he escaped on his own or was rescued, we must find him immediately." The red sand scorpion shook its hand, and a portrait flew over with a "snap" and smashed towards the Bofeng Water Gate.

The portrait shows a blurry face, barely visible, except for the extra eye in the center of the eyebrow.

"Got it, then... Is that the direction? Bo Feng Shuimen grabbed the portrait, folded it and put it away, shook his feet, his body blurred and disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared next to the red sand scorpion.

The two figures seemed to be walking unfast, but in fact, from a distance, they only felt that the two black lines were stretching and stretching sharply, and they suddenly disappeared on the plain, and the speed was extremely fast.

The Northland is a vast area, in addition to plains, there are more countless barren mountains and mountains, and there are few human tracks.

The two of them went around a ravine and turned around in it for a while, and suddenly between the two mountains, a large rift valley appeared, the valley was not wide, and the most spacious place was only about a hundred zhang, but the cliffs on both sides were thousands of zhang.

With the sunlight shining down from the mountains, I saw a large number of things shaped like bird's nests on both sides of the cliff.

The bird's nest has a thatched roof, and there is silence.

"Whoosh" kunai shot upward, and the wave wind and water gate appeared in the bird's nest, and the bird's nest was full of blood and broken corpses sprinkled in the bird's nest.

These corpses were not human bodies, they were supposed to be a giant bird, but they were cut in exactly the same way as those in Tianzhou Villa.

"There's nothing wrong with the direction."

Bo Feng Shuimen fell under his feet, stepped lightly on the ground, and said to the red sand scorpion. "And there should be only one person!"

"Then, it can only be the target himself." The voice of the red sand scorpion did not have the slightest wave, and it didn't seem to be very unexpected, "Killing people and breaking corpses, the point is that the texture of each corpse is completely consistent, and the size and weight are all regular, if it is not for some purpose, then it is pursuing an art, and it is deeply caught in this inextricable state, this is the initial state, a catharsis of crazy emotions, wanting to turn all the living things you see along the way into perfect works of art." ”

The sound under the wind chimes seems to be a little mysterious, as if there is a hint of nostalgia but more contempt, as if a great artist is looking at a child's delicate graffiti, with a complicated expression.

"At the beginning, there must have been some kind of stimulation, and then I will gradually return to calm and think more deeply, but at that time, it is actually the most dangerous." The Red Sand Scorpion looked very experienced, and said disdainfully: "Cutting corpses is really the worst art. ”

Inexplicably, Bo Fengshuimen's face changed, and he hurriedly said: "Then, after thinking about it next, what will he do?" ”

"More killing, more art, more beautiful design." The Red Sand Scorpion's voice suddenly became deeper, and he said darkly: "Or, turn yourself into a beautiful work of art." ”

"Hey, hey." The red sand scorpion ignored the stunned Bo Feng Shuimen, obviously the artist's world is not an existence that ordinary people can understand, and the corners of his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint of joy to the hunter: "You have to find him faster." (To be continued.) )