Dark clouds obscured the sky, and the dense rain in the air cut through the few rays of light. There was silence in the dimly lit room, and the sound of rain outside the door was crisp and loud, as if it had fallen on a clean parchment drum.

Mo Zhu didn't know how long she had been in a daze, she only remembered that when she sent the dagger into Li Dan's neck, the blood gushing in her face, the scorching temperature, directly burned Mo Zhu's cheeks, and a huge fear fell on Mo Zhu's heart.

"I killed someone!" Mo Zhu opened his mouth with difficulty, and a few words came out of his dry throat.

The sound of rain outside the door was getting louder, and there seemed to be a faint sound of something tipping over.

Boom!

The door to the room was suddenly opened violently, and the whirring wind mixed with the cold rain broke into the room and slapped on Mozhu's face.

The cold touch awakened Mozhu's senses, temporarily waking her up from the endless nightmare.

"It's raining so hard! The wind blew the doors open! Mo Zhu, whose eyes were gradually regaining his strength, muttered.

"It's just, this kind of rain is so familiar!"

Mo Zhu remembered that afternoon many years ago, when she was just a little girl less than ten years old, and she was sold into the family of a person surnamed Ding to be a maid.

On that day, it was bleak and cold, exactly the same as today, she escaped from the firewood room in thin clothes, and what remained in the firewood room was the old man Ding who was cut off by her with a woodcutter.

Watching the blood stained on her hands dripping under the rain, listening to Master Ding's wail like killing a pig, and feeling the invasion of the cold rain, Mo Zhu's pale lips trembled, and she raised her head to see an endless gray sky, without a trace of bright color.

Because of the heavy rain, everyone hid in the house, and Mo Zhu walked in the empty yard without hindrance, looking flustered and hurrying, as if there was some terrifying man-eating monster chasing behind him.

Following the unfamiliar road in her memory, Mo Zhu finally escaped from Ding's house, there were no pursuers behind her, and there was no painful wail from Master Ding, but she just felt fear, extremely fearful. She couldn't find her way home, and she had no home since his gambler father sold her to Ding's house for less than ten taels of silver.

Mo Zhu raised her head, looked at the end of the sky, watched countless rains fall on her face, and a deep tiredness welled up in her heart. But she is obviously only a child less than ten years old, how can she have such a world-weary mood? She didn't even wait for her best years, how could she ruin her life?

God is so unfair!

At such an age, some people can sit by the burning fire in beautiful clothes and eat pastries, look at the swaying plantain outside the window and recite a mournful poem that a young man does not know the taste of sorrow according to the book, but why can he only do the most lowly work in the dilapidated firewood room, and have to resist the evil deeds of the disgusting old man, flowers, books, as if he was born with no fate with himself, he is just a lowly person who can no longer be humble, monster!

Oh, yes! You're a monster! If he wasn't a monster, why did his mother die just after giving birth? If he wasn't a monster, why was he able to push his father who tried to beat him to the ground at the age of four? If he wasn't a monster, why could he use just a woodcutter to severely damage Master Ding, who was carrying a cultivation?

If you had a choice, you wouldn't want to be a monster!

Mozhu squinted his eyes, feeling the feeling of the raindrops falling on his eyelids, and followed the rhythm of the raindrops in his heart, predicting the time when the next raindrop would fall.

Playing with him, Mozhu suddenly opened his eyes, because the raindrops hadn't fallen for a long time.

What catches your eye is a plain bone umbrella, and it is this pink-carved child who is holding the bone umbrella.

"Why are you in the rain?" The little boy looked at Mozhu with big curious eyes and asked.

Mo Zhu looked at the little boy's pure eyes, and suddenly felt ashamed of herself, she stretched out her hand and wiped the rain that flowed from her hair to her face.

"I'll wipe it for you!" The little boy looked at Mozhu and suddenly showed great enthusiasm, he took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, and then gently covered Mozhu's face.

Mo Zhu looked at the little boy in a daze, and lost the ability to think for a while.

"Wiped it up!" The little boy happily put the handkerchief back in his arms and looked at Mozhu as if admiring a perfect work.

The temperature of the handkerchief remained on Mo Zhu's face, and a tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye.

"Why are you crying?" The little boy looked at Mo Zhu and looked flustered.

"I'm ......" Mo Zhu's throat fluttered, but he couldn't say a word.

The little boy heard a rumbling sound in his stomach, and a rare flush appeared on Mo Zhu's miserable little face.

"Let's go, I'll take you to something delicious!" The little boy stretched out his hand and smiled at Mozhu.

Mozhu had never believed in any strangers, but looking at the little boy's smile, she lost any ability to judge, and the ghost sent her hand into his hand.

"Actually, I ran away from home! My dad kept pushing me to learn those boring exercises, but I didn't like them at all! ”

Along the way, the little boy chirped and showed all his few life experiences in front of Mozhu's eyes, and Mozhu saw the life he had imagined countless times from him.

"It turns out that this kind of life is not perfect!" Mo Zhu listened to the little boy's words and thought silently in his heart.

"Here we are, this is my home!" The little boy pointed to a magnificent mansion and said to Mozhu.

Mo Zhu raised his head and saw three incomparably majestic gilt characters on the door plaque: "Wuwang Mansion"

"You always show up when I'm most desperate!" Mo Zhu suddenly laughed.

The memory receded like a tide, and the icy wind and rain slapped on Mo Zhu's face again.

It was as if the black-and-white silent film suddenly had a color, and the sound of the outside world suddenly poured into Mozhu's ears.

Mo Zhu, who came to his senses, suddenly realized that the door of the room was not blown open by the strong wind, but was forcibly broken open from the outside.

At this time, the cold sword had already descended on the top of Mo Zhu's head, and Mo Zhu had even seen the bloodthirsty smile on the face of the knife wielder.

This person Mo Zhu knew, that is, when he was in the school field, Zhu Si, who had been taught by Lausanne, and most of the sergeants behind him were also people who favored Liujianghe on the school field.

Mo Zhu woke up suddenly, she remembered, when she was in a daze before, Lausanne was called out, and she vaguely heard the words "King Jing".

Almost at this moment, Mo Zhu figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing. King Jing knew that his son Li Shan had been killed, and he found out about Luosang's head, so he brought someone to King Wu's mansion to ask for the guilt. At that time, I was in a sluggish state, and I didn't know about it at all. Lausanne went out to face King Jing, and has not yet returned.

"Not yet, come back!" Mo Zhu's heart fluttered all at once, and almost in an instant, various emotions such as grief, self-blame, and anger filled her heart, and an extreme darkness grew in her soul.

Zhu Si's knife had already descended on Mo Zhu's head, and he could be sure that Mo Zhu would not escape death this time, although he could not kill Lausanne with his own hands, but killing his personal maid seemed to be a good choice.

It's just a weak woman, it's easy to kill her!

This was Zhu Si's thought in his heart, even just now, he still firmly believed in this, but at this moment, everything changed. Zhu Si felt that the weak girl standing in front of him was gone, replaced by a cold, selective monster, although she was still a girl, but she gave Zhu Si the same feeling as the fierce beast that Zhu Si had seen in the forest.

Mo Zhu grabbed the sharp knife that was slashing at her, and then forcibly twisted Zhu Si's wrist, turned the blade over, and then sent it into Zhu Si's neck.

Bright red blood spurted out directly, there was no fear on Mo Zhu's face, she snatched the sword from Zhu Si's hand, no longer paying attention to Zhu Si, who had lost his breath of life, but rushed directly into the crowd behind.

At this moment, Mozhu is no longer the girl who will be afraid when she sees blood, all her cowardice has been washed away with two heavy rains, for the man who brought her from darkness to light twice, she finally released the darkness in her heart and accepted the life that God arranged for her.

Filling this dimly lit room was a silent slaughter, and the sergeants who had saved their lives in the school yard had only survived for less than two days before they lost their lives again.

Mo Zhu, who had achieved victory, could no longer maintain that cold killing intent on his face, and showed an extremely flustered expression.

In the fight just now, she had already learned the whereabouts of Lausanne from the mouth of a sergeant: she was taken to the vegetable market by King Jing and hanged, and her body has not been collected so far.

"Wet market! Market! Mo Zhu muttered to himself in despair, stumbling towards the outside of the Martial King's Mansion.

Liu Jianghe, who was proud of the spring breeze, sat in his house with a fire and ate mutton shabu, looking at the wind and rain outside, and his mood was extremely comfortable.

King Jing helped him solve the biggest trouble, and the rest of the matter was simple, send someone to kill Mozhu, and then bring back Luosang's body, erase all the insiders of this matter, and when the time comes, he can perform a brotherly drama in front of King Wu, and then follow King Wu to crusade against King Jing. No matter what the victory or defeat is, from now on, no one will compete with him for the identity of the heir.

Mozhu ran wildly on the deserted streets, the rain drenched her whole body, and the water line running down her hair blocked her vision, so she could only keep shaking her head to clear her vision.

The journey from Wuwang's Mansion to the vegetable market was not long, but Mo Zhu felt that it was a long walk, and the anxiety in her heart made her forget the coldness of her body, and her feet stepped on the ground full of stagnant water, leaving a series of blooming splashes behind her.

I don't know how long it took, but Mozhu finally arrived at her final destination, and saw Lausanne hanging from a stake in the distance.

At that moment, Mo Zhu couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but at that time, she felt that her sky had fallen.

I don't know where the power came from, from the place where Mozhu stood to the distance of hundreds of meters between the wooden stake, Mozhu crossed the past almost in a breath. She swung the knife in her hand with all her might, cut the stake at once, and hugged the falling Lausanne.

Luosang, who stayed in Mo Zhu's arms, was cold, quiet as if he was asleep, Mo Zhu looked at Luosang like this, and his heart fell directly into the ice cave.

However, the reality did not leave Mo Zhu too much time to grieve, the people sent by Liu Jianghe to find Luosang had already arrived, and there was also a group of people sent by the Jingwang Mansion, who were afraid that Luosang was not dead, and the people who came to mend the knife all gathered in this vegetable market, and Mo Zhu even felt the fluctuations of the true spirit realm from these people.

"These people are not something I can compete with!" Mo Zhu made a judgment in an instant.

"Even if Childe is dead, the body can't fall into your hands!" Mo Zhu wiped a handful of tears and rain from his face, carried Lausanne on his back, and tied Lausanne and himself firmly together with the strips of cloth torn from his clothes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at the moment when Lausanne lay on Mo Zhu's body, Mo Zhu felt a hot breath spray on his ears.

"Childe is still alive!" This discovery made Mo Zhu excited, and at the same time, he was even more determined to break out of here with Lausanne.

The current situation is too unfavorable for Mozhu, there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, with the cultivation of the three products of Mozhu's real human realm, it is impossible to escape in the encirclement and interception of the master of the true spirit realm. It's just that Mo Zhu's face was not nervous, and when he knew that Lausanne might not be dead, Mo Zhu was relieved of the biggest stone in his heart, and the rest was just a go.

Mozhu raised his head to look at the sky, and smiled at the heavy dark clouds.

Mo Zhu raised his hand and shook it in the air: "Nightmare, coming!"

These four words spit out from Mo Zhu's mouth, like an ancient forbidden spell, with endless terror and darkness emerging from the void, one by one the evil ghosts from hell felt the call from the queen, and crawled out of the ground one after another, with their hideous arms, rushed towards the ill-intentioned people on both sides, Mo Zhu carried Lausanne behind the evil spirits, and launched an attack on the weakest side.

The people sent by Liu Jianghe did not resist the impact of Mo Zhu at all, and were defeated almost instantly, and Mo Zhu, under the cover of the evil ghosts, tore open the mouth of the interceptor and escaped.