Layers of white gauze tents hung down in front of the bed, and the gauze tents were blown and torn by the wind, twitching, and infinitely cool.

She walked slowly to the tent.

Suddenly, from the gauze tent, a soft sword with white flowers stabbed out, and the blade of the sword was illuminated by the cool light outside the window, shining a little blood.

Lined with the white blade, it was unusually terrifying.

Her body stiffened, her head tilted, and she stood there, not daring to move again.

Her chest was churning, and she wanted to vomit, because she saw a black thing stuck into the tip of the sword.

It was a living human head, still dripping blood, and on that fat face, a pair of small eyes were as big as a bull's eye.

Hyperemia and bloodshots.

That face, because of the great fear he received before he died, his whole face became extremely distorted, and his muscles were deformed, and he didn't know what a terrible thing he saw before he died.

She recognized this person, one of Liu's gold lords, Yao Daguan.

Time seemed to stand still, and she heard the blood dripping from the man's head dripping down the floor, ticking and clear.

She stood there, tensed up, the human head so close that she felt goosebumps all over her body, her heart in her chest, beating fast and fast.

The gauze tent was flying, and I vaguely saw the man leaning on the bed, like a snow-white robe hanging on the side of the bed, and the green silk was covered on it, swinging gently, like a fairyland.

And this person's sword and human head flying out of the air made people feel like they were in hell.

Qiu Yinong stood there, finally found his business and asked, "When did you come?" ”

She didn't have to ask to know who the person inside was.

That night on the White Lotus Priest's Altar in the Shura Palace, the person behind the gauze tent was the person in her room.

Everyone in the world is Taoist, the palace master of Shura Palace has no name and no surname, and there is only one title, called: dream.

No one knows what this title means.

This man is haunted, no one knows his true face, no one knows his identity, mysterious, murderous, and ruthless.

Known as the King of Shura.

The Shura Palace is a terrifying and mysterious existence in this world.

Everyone was terrified, but there was nothing they could do.

It's no wonder that the Battle Imperial Capital wants to send someone into the Shura Palace, and the things that can make him think about it must be extremely fun.

Thinking about it, Qiu Yinong calmed down a lot.

I heard a faint voice that was not very real melodiously: "Bengong is interested in helping you kill someone, how do you repay Bengong?" ”

He seemed to be laughing, cold and chilling.

"It doesn't seem like I asked you to help me kill someone." Qiu Yinong glanced at the hideous and terrifying human head, and took a few steps back slightly.

Her voice, low, was cold.

"Do you know that if this palace doesn't help you get rid of him, Zhan Yu and Qiu Fengyi will find him, and when the time comes, you may die without a whole body."

Qiu Yi's expression froze, and he finally asked in a cold voice: "The people in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion were all killed by your people?" ”

"Guess!!" He gently lengthened his tone, which seemed very deep and elegant, but he didn't pick out the whiteness.

She frowned and didn't speak.

The person in the gauze tent added gloomily: "This palace only killed such a person, how the others died, you can find out for yourself." ”

"I'll find out." She said firmly.

"Eleven, a person who is smart and yin, will not leave hidden dangers for himself, in the future, when you go to the palace, no one will help you deal with the trouble, your life is all in your own hands."

He suddenly called her softly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and it was cold in the dark.