In the moat of Xilidu, a luxurious mansion, two lanterns like a red sun, look up and see the gilt for the border of the pattern, the plaque made of heavy gold engraved with the word Jiang Fu deep into the heart, causing the corner of the hair unkempt, ragged beggars cynical.

Although the night is gradually enveloping, the cold breath is quietly coming, and they are leaning their backs, constantly rubbing their hands back and forth, and their eyes have never left the side door of this luxurious mansion, they are waiting for the big family with red makeup in front of them, giving some warm meals with some joy to warm up the cold noise.

The voices of the people are boiling, the guests are in an uproar, clinking glasses and changing lamps, the old friends who have not seen each other for many years are shushing and asking for warmth, the ruddy face begins to dim with the sunset, the lights are bright, and the firelight is swaying and disappearing at any time...

A bright moon floated from the sea, and the crimson starlight flowed down the world, once again showing the ruddy faces of the crowd, and the moon in the cup swayed slightly, with a little texture.

Backbite!

A smile floated on a moment, a drop of bright red water splashed in the glass, and then the glass fell beautifully to the ground and split into teardrops, and the crisp sound drowned out in the noise.

Suddenly, like a dream, the one-foot-long memory hole seemed to be painted on the neck, and the mouth of the blood basin burst out, and the eyes were covered with red blood mist, accompanied by darkness shrouded the gradually cold heart.

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"Ahh

A tearing sound of fear pierced through the frolicking atmosphere, and suddenly there was silence, and they all turned their eyes to the direction from which the sound came, and then, the inexplicable head fell to the ground, and everyone's eyes were stunned for a few seconds, and the madness of the hospital fled in all directions.

The maid who had just come out of the backyard with the wine and food had not yet come to resist, and suddenly the gray fell in front of her eyes and fell to the ground, becoming the petals of a decadent flower.

Hoarse cries filled the breath of dull fear, and the dying man, with cowardice in his eyes but eager to live, tried his best to drag his blood-soaked body towards the outside of the courtyard, until he left a few deep blood marks and closed his eyes forever.

The debris and debris on the ground formed a huge inverse gap with the previous noise, who would have thought that the people who came here for the banquet would be a nightmare that they could not erase their fear.

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In a North Garden full of red makeup, the sound of ghostly desolation was like a ghostly desolation, with a gust of cold wind blowing, mixed with a strong smell of blood filling the air.

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"What's going on? Excitement shouldn't be such a ghost crying wolf howl, the ears are uncomfortable when I hear it!"

Such a puppet atmosphere really made Hua Qianshu's heart ripple, and he stepped forward to open the door slightly and looked through the tiny gap, his face was full of doubts, and suddenly, his eyes shrank, and a cold sweat faintly rose on his back.

Hurriedly took a few steps back, his legs and feet kept shaking, and he instantly felt that he had nothing to love, and his eyes were dull as if he was confused and looked at Fang Zhi.

Seeing that Hua Qianshu lost his soul like this, the doubts that floated into his pupils, slowly moved away with his confused gaze, gently moved the door, closed his left eye, and looked out of the light in front of him, and there was no human figure in the empty courtyard, and he was so uneasy in silence.

A gust of east wind blew outside the door, and the dark sky gradually became clear, and you could see peach blossoms falling from thousands of miles away. Light makeup carries a hint of blushing petals slowly dyed through the clear light, confused and unexplained minds, a thin poignant atmosphere is like a mourning voice pouring out, and the eyes that fall in front of him are suffocating like ghosts and whispering in the depths of the ghost.

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Hua Qianshu, who was picked up by Fang and pulled out of the house with a reluctant face, was like a young child holding a coquettish elder, carefully lowering his body in the hidden corridor of the Jiang family, his eyes shining and crawling looking for something.

The corpses all over the ground were bleeding like rivers, the miserable cries were like turbulent waves and mercilessly slapped against the fragile hearts, and the doors and windows were outlined into one shocking splash of ink and blood painting after another, leaving a drop of blood with a long trail, which was terrifying and infiltrating, as if it was a verbal cry of misery in the endless souls.

Coming out through the cool wind, in the huge courtyard of the Jiang family, Fang picked up the corpses of the two of them in ten steps, but none of them were alive, all of them were pierced by a sword, and the means were extremely sharp, Hua Qianshu saw Fang picking up his eyebrows and turning over the wounds of the corpse, he couldn't help but tremble, swallowed a mouthful of phlegm deeply into his stomach, and subconsciously touched his throat.

The smell of blood filled the air, and Hua Qianshu nimbly turned around, trying to escape from this place that was like hell on earth.

"Hua Ye!" Just as he saw that Fang picked up his gaze and was not here with Hua Qianshu, he had just taken a step when he heard Fang pick up and call him in a low voice, gritted his teeth tightly and chose not to hear at all, and continued to move his body.

I saw that when Hua Qianshu moved his body two steps, a pair of white shoes with blood stains fell into his slightly squinted eyes, a drop of sweat flowed down his temples, and the dazzling light shook on the bloodstained knife, and suddenly, a fear seeped into his eyes.

"Uncle, the little one didn't see anything, he didn't know anything, he was just playing and passing by here, the little one was just a subordinate, my young master was less than a few steps behind the little one, spare his life!"

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"Hua Ye! Hua Qianshu!" Fang picked up a deep voice and shouted.

"Ah, it's the young master! The old slave's heart can be frightened by you, young master!" Looking at Fang picking up the knife light that he was playing with with his hands, he walked up with an old skin in an instant, like a fresh breeze, and he seemed to be familiar with Yan back.

"Hehe!" Fang picked up the old man Hua Qianshu's acting skills, and the corners of his mouth suddenly smiled. If Hua Qianshu was scared by him, it was really a joke, he was shocked by the old man Hua Qianshu, it was almost the same. In the process of picking up and selling others without any burden and guilt, the ripples in my heart did not rise and fall, like a silent lake, and it was not strange.

Hua Qianshu Lotus fingers hooked the hair that fell in front of him, patted the dust off his body, lifted his body, and stared at Fang picked up the handle of the knife in his hand, and his heart was shocked.

The cold wind pierced through the thin clothes, and the beads of sweat on their backs flowed faintly, and no one knew that it seemed that the hell of a sea of blood was in front of them, the corpses were all over the field, the blood stains on the clothes were becoming more and more obvious, and the huge courtyard was filled with a pungent fishy smell, and they couldn't help but mention a trace of nausea waves in their hearts, and even their eyes projected a dull sigh.

When his eyebrows were locked, Fang picked it up but noticed that the eyes of Hua Qianshu beside him were hidden and hidden.

It seems to be a flaw left inadvertently, but the fleeting light was seen by him very coincidentally, and a trace of doubt suddenly rose in his heart, and this doubt was in his mind, like a fairy mist walking under a thousand mountains of green water, which made people surprised, but the fog seen in his eyes was not colorful, nor was it the mysterious attraction of the hazy white clouds, but...

Rather, I feel that it is a man-made nothingness, just like a painting, and there is no difference between truth and falsehood.

But who would put his thoughts on this at the moment, Fang picked it up and immediately threw it out of the clouds, looking at the blade in his hand, if the means fell silently, but he felt that the realm of the person who used the knife was deep and bottomless. A knife that can be made at will by an ordinary blacksmith is so casual in his hands, not to mention an immortal weapon.

What kind of terrifying force did the Jiang family provoke, causing a corpse in ten steps and a hundred miles of silent desolation?

A gust of wind blew, and the lantern wrapped in red paper on the eaves shook slightly, and the candles in the cage had already been extinguished by blood, if it weren't for the faint moonlight, even the faces of those innocent corpses were a little unclear, and even if they did, they were all distorted.

Fang picked up the wide sleeves of his coat, half-squatted and raised his hand, with a sigh in his eyes, although there was no intersection in his life, this is a strange road, but he can face the dead. wiped off the corpses that were still eyelids open one by one.

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"There's movement!"

I only heard Hua Qianshu snort in a low voice, and Fang picked up a gust of wind on his face. Suddenly, when I looked up, the money tree in front of me had long been gone, although I saw a vague black shadow flashing, but I couldn't tell whether it was the back of Hua Qianshu who was as timid as a mouse looking for a free time.

just hastily patted the folds on his body, and suddenly followed. After a while, the criss-crossing mansions messed up his direction, and it seemed that he had lost himself in this huge Jiang family courtyard, no matter how Fang picked up and whispered softly looking for flowers and trees, only the strange and silent emptiness responded to him.

The arrow wound on the shoulder was torn again, and the bright red wedding dress on the shoulder seemed to give birth to a bright red petal, which bloomed a little in this strange night. Dense beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he sat on the ground leaning against the pillar as if he was panting.

A cool breeze slid by, and the two strands of hair in front of Fang picked up his forehead shook slightly, as if a pair of slender and silky hands had been pinched on his body. Just when he was in the corner and was in love, a voice not far away pulled him aside again, only to feel his brows tightly locked, and subconsciously followed his body.

Stepping on the path under the cobblestones, the flower fields on both sides are gorgeous and moving, and the rich fragrance fills the entire air. The deeper I went, the deeper the voice in my ears became, and the flowers in front of me became more and more scarce, but the fragrance of the flowers became more and more pungent.

The index finger rubbed the tip of his nose, the soft nasal cartilage made a slight sound, the inky pupils searched around, a crack appeared in the quiet sky, looking up, his eyes were suddenly closed for a few seconds, and an explosive pain arose from the back of the earring, trembling all over, panting heavily, only feeling the sea of clouds rolling, I don't know why.

When the muffled voice reappears...

A man wearing a white square flat hosta and a gorgeous brocade robe rose in the wind. Although the golden mask covered his face, it could not hide the amazement of his silver hair dancing in the moonlight.

Fang picked up a flash of light in his eyes, the figure in his sight was extremely similar to the arrogant and arrogant face in his mind, suddenly like a dream, the girl who was holding the middle-aged man tightly was not the second lady of the Jiang family, and then looked at the appearance of the middle-aged man, the nine-point outline blended, it must be the owner of this villa - Jiang Haogong.

Man Yuan's corpse, eyes full of doubts, made Defang pick up a blank of waves in the daze, what people didn't expect was that the Jiang family's father and daughter were unharmed, their hands brushed aside the bushes that covered them, and they collapsed with their front feet, and a blank stamped foot made his sideburns burst into a cold sweat.