In the early morning, Feng Yan woke up groggy, and Wei Xingzhen was also half-asleep.

They turned slightly sideways, looked at each other in unison, and the two of them leaned close together, kissed each other, and then fell into a light sleep together again in the faint light of the morning light.

Outside the window, it was a quiet and cold morning in late autumn, and the frost and dew were hitting the branches and leaves, and there was a wet chill everywhere.

But none of this had anything to do with the two people in the small courtyard, their warm and dry bodies were warm to each other.

Wei Xingzhen's hairpin and hair crown rolled down to the floor next to the bed, and some of their clothes hung on the edge of the bed, and some were kicked to the corner of the bed.

The two of them closed their eyes, their eyelashes trembling slightly, as if they were in the same dream.

It wasn't until a servant woman came to knock on the door again that Feng Yan finally frowned and woke up again.

She whispered to the servant woman to come back in half an hour, and then yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

When her eyes inadvertently swept over the person next to her, she suddenly found that Wei Xingzhen was looking at her with a pair of bright eyes.

Feng Yan couldn't help laughing, gently holding his head and leaving a kiss on his forehead, then fell on his shoulder again, closed his eyes and sighed.

Wei Xingzhen took the kiss quietly, silently held Feng Yan's hand, and just looked at her lazy appearance.

Feng Yan's laziness was a little innocent and coquettish, he looked at such a wife, wanted to call her name, but didn't want to disturb her dreams, so he shouted "Ah Yan" and "Ah Yan" over and over again in his heart.

These two words rolled around in his heart, and he was not at peace.

Wei Xingzhen slowly retracted her arms, allowing Feng Yan's breathing to be closer to her.

All this is certainly true.

But it seems to make people worry that it is a dream.

……

The morning light shines on the warm courtyard of Feng Mansion, and also shines on the majestic and cold glazed tiles of Taichu Palace.

Smoke rises from the houses, and the whole of Luoyang is waking up.

In the middle of the mountain forest, about a hundred or two hundred miles away, several caravan horses were leisurely grazing on the hillside.

This was obviously not a normal sight - the horses were walking freely in the woods, their saddles still on their backs, but the riders were nowhere to be seen.

A pair of twin sisters sat bored on the hill, the two were almost identical in height and dress, but because of the difference in temperament, their originally similar faces gradually became easy to distinguish after years of facial changes.

The younger sister had a reed in her mouth and looked leisurely at the valley not far away.

My sister's eyes were fixed on that side, too, but the next moment she stood up with a stump on the ground, pacing back and forth a little unbearably.

"Does he have to kill them one by one! Mr. Defect's deadline for us to go to Luoyang passed yesterday! Drag it out any longer—"

"Don't worry," said her sister softly, motioning for her sister to look, "Look, it's almost over, and there are only the last three left." ”

The younger sister pointed with her hand, and fifty or sixty steps away from the two of them, someone was holding a steel knife and standing on the ground with a river of blood.

This caravan of one or two hundred people had turned into corpses lying on the ground at this moment.

The last three survivors were almost numb with fear, and they trembled as they looked at the approaching killer not far away—with a hat on top of his head and half of his face hidden in the shadow of his hat.

The killer was thin and tall, and in the early morning light, his bare hands and neck were rocky gray-black.

Before killing a person, he would lift the person's hair, then place the steel knife on the opponent's fragile and tight neck, and then lean over and whisper a word in the opponent's ear.

After hearing this, everyone showed trembling or incredulous looks, and then gave their own answers in a trembling voice.

And it is often after they answer the first sentence that the murderer takes up his knife and cuts his throat on the spot.

The killer straightened his back, his knife in his grip and stretched out in the morning light, his clothes clearly ill-fitting and taut on his back, and the thin fabric directly outlined the frightening muscles of his shoulders as he moved greatly.

The hands holding the knife were already stained with blood, but he didn't care, loosened his joints slightly, and turned to walk towards the last three living people.

The three of them looked in vain at the long figure and walked in front of them, but their hands and feet were completely limp and they had no strength.

The killer expertly pulled one of them by the hair, and put the knife around his neck, then lowered his head and whispered the question he had asked countless times tonight—

"Are you afraid of death?"

At the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the guy of the business traveler suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive.

He clearly felt that this was his last chance, and he dared to look into the cold and terrible eyes under the hat, and pleaded with the pitiful and helpless gaze of a lamb.

"I ...... Of course I'm afraid, you-"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression froze on his face—his body from the neck down was instantly soaked with gushing blood.

Although the valley had long been stained with the smell of blood at this moment, when the warm and fresh blood of his companions splashed directly on his face, this fishy smell still made people frightened.

The murderer walked in front of the second person, and the routine was the same.

This time, the second person trembled and muttered duplicitously, "No...... Unafraid. ”

The killer sneered and ended his life neatly.

The steel knife fell on the neck of the third person, and the killer asked the same question again.

"Your answer."

The third person is already in utter despair - to say that the outcome is the same as not to be afraid, and this may just be an excuse to play with the dead......

In the situation where there was no chance of winning, the third person suddenly inexplicably gave birth to a lonely bravery, and the originally soft hand seemed to regain a little strength under strong fear.

He leaned forward suddenly, stabbing the sword in his sleeve into the killer's neck.

However, the killer reacted faster, and the dagger, which was as sharp as clay, only cut off the hat he was wearing on his forehead.

The hat fell to the ground, and the murderer's face became clear—his face, like his body, was an inhuman slate gray.

He looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen, with a pitch-black horn growing in the center of his forehead, which shone warmly in the morning light.

The killer's pupils were shaped like snakes in thin vertical lines, and he stuck out his tongue and gently licked his dry lips.

"Youkai ......!!!"

The killer grinned, "It's good to detoxify itself so quickly." ”

The steel knife was plunged into the throat, and the third man also fell.

The two sisters on the hill in the distance stood up, and the elder sister clenched her fists, "Now you can go!" ”

However, the killer did not pay attention, and he stood in the center of the killing, folded his hands, and whispered the scriptures for the deceased like a monk.

When the woman in the distance saw him like this, she was furious, "Ox! Don't deceive people too much—"

"My name today is no longer Ox," the killer turned and shouted with a smile to his companion in the distance, "Today, my name is 'Jia Gu Heng'. ”