So far, as of last night, Su Qing has had many identities.

For example, he has sung operas, won championships, duels life and death with others, fought battles, worked as a guy in a small shop, and served as the shopkeeper of a black shop.

Now, he has become the "leader" of Blackstone.

One after another, it was like a long and distant dream, sometimes charming, sometimes terrifying.

Life is not a dream.

It seems that there is no end to life, and this dream has to go on forever.

Everyone dreams.

And Fat Chen is having a nightmare.

It was late at night.

The Wheel King is dead, he seems to be relieved in his heart, at least compared to Su Qing, it is easier to get along with, sometimes a person is good-looking, it is still easy to make people feel good.

Although Su Qing almost killed him before, as long as he didn't die, the result was always good.

The face of the rope on the side was still ugly, although the knife was only to hurt him, not to kill him, but he was still uncomfortable in his heart, the wound had stopped bleeding and bandaged, he drank a sip of hot tea, and he didn't look at the fat Chen who counted the money like a fan of money, and turned around and wanted to go out and leave.

"I said you've lived half your life, why are you still so stubborn!"

Fat Chen teased the bird in the cage and said slowly.

Several of them have known each other for a long time, although they don't know the roots, but they also know more or less, except for Lei Bin, who is not alone, doing unseemly things, and living unseemly, just like lonely ghosts.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

"In the future, we don't have to live so tired, less restrained, more free, what's wrong!"

After a pause at the foot of the rope, there was a "hum" in his nose, and he seemed a little weak, and then pulled them apart, ready to go.

The rain outside had stopped, and the long street was empty and deadly silent.

But just as he was about to go out, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his already pale face became even whiter, as if it had lost blood, as if it had been painted with layers of wall ash.

A pair of eyes stared straight into the night, as if they had seen a ghost.

As soon as the cold wind blew, he was excited.

Hurriedly retreated to the oil mill and carefully closed the door.

Seeing his appearance, Fatty Chen couldn't help frowning and said, "What's the matter with you?" What the hell? ”

Lian Lian leaned motionless under the window, staring out through the gap.

When Fatty Chen saw this strange situation, he didn't know why he also felt that his back was cold, and even the rope was an ordinary person, who killed people without calculation, and was not afraid of ghosts and gods, but now he didn't know what he saw, and he was shocked like this.

The ghost sent the gods, and he also came closer, so he leaned down under the crack of the door and peeked at it, and at a glance, a fat face instantly lost blood, and his eyes became weird, and he almost screamed.

I saw through the crack in the window, on the dead and cold street, there was a rumbling roar at this moment, as if it was the sound of the wheel turning, this sound was very familiar to them, it was clearly the sound that the wheel king's wheel sword could make.

Su Qing is back?

It can't be, because they have seen the source of the voice.

It was a figure, cloaked and hooded, holding a revolving sword in one hand and a lone lamp in the other.

Seeing this person, even though he didn't see him, Fatty Chen couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart and almost screamed.

"The Wheel King?"

He roared in his heart, isn't the Wheel King dead? He had seen it with his own eyes, and he had examined it himself, and he was indeed dead, his chest was sunken, and his internal organs were broken, and if he could live, he would not be human.

But who is this person in front of you?

What the hell?

Then, he gasped even more, and saw the man coming slowly, walking to the center of the street like a ghost, and on the roof tiles on both sides of the long street, there were actually cold-eyed and cruel figures, all dressed in black, masked and showing their eyes.

Blackstone Killer?

Lian Lian and Fatty Chen subconsciously glanced at each other, and they both saw the fear and weirdness in each other's eyes, and their hearts were just turned upside down.

How could someone who died not long ago reappear? And there are these Blackstone killers, what kind of fame.

They just thought it was something incredible.

The man wiped the palm of his hand, and there were three more black stones on the ground.

Finally.

The man dressed as the Wheel King spoke, and asked in an equally hoarse tone, "Who hasn't arrived yet?" ”

Someone said: "The color opera master is connected with the rope, the divine needle Lei Bin, the drama leader Su Qing, and the fat Chen has not arrived!" ”

Hearing this, the two people in the oil mill really thought that they were dreaming, and it was a nightmare that they didn't wake up, could it be that everything that happened before was fake? Fatty Chen even had the urge to touch his shoulder, where he had been hit by a needle and was injured, and he felt that he was either crazy or stupid.

"Are you wrong, didn't Fat Chen and Lian Rope arrive a long time ago?"

Almost at the same time, those Black Stone Killers and the Wheel King all turned their eyes in unison, and looked at the oil mill, a pair of cold eyes, and the people who looked at it were all dead, and their scalps were numb, like a group of ghosts.

"Run!"

Without thinking, Lian Lian couldn't care about the injury, and rushed to the backyard, Fat Chen trembled all over his body, and without saying a word, he turned his head and ran after him.

It's not just them.

Su Qing also encountered an extremely strange thing here.

He has returned to Xuande Lane, the little girl is afraid that she is tired this night, her heart is haggard, and she fell asleep on his back on the way back, and it was raining again, Su Qing thought about cooking a bowl of ginger soup, warming her body, and dispelling the cold.

But just when the fire was extinguished, and the silver bell was about to wake up.

There was a sudden movement outside the door.

"Rock sugar gourd!"

"Wontons, wontons with thin skin and big filling!"

"Jujube cakes, sell jujube cakes!"

……

Su Qing's face slowly changed.

At night, in the alley outside, there was the sound of hawkers.

His Danfeng eyes narrowed suddenly, and his heart was already feeling bad, the shouting outside was so loud that the big silver bell could wake up, and she got up with sleepy eyes. "Is it dawn, sir?"

"It's not!"

Su Qing shook his head, and he said softly:

"Drink the ginger soup!"

The little girl picked up the bowl and drank it all, and then, she also tilted her head to listen to the movement outside, as if she understood something, looked at Su Qing and asked with a smile: "Sir, are we going to die?" ”

Su Qing shook his head and said, "You go and send a thousand miles of fire!" ”

"Hmm!"

Silver Bell nodded, and pulled out something like a cannon from under her cloak.

was about to ignite, but was held down by Su Qing again.

"Forget it, they're here, it's even more unsafe!"

Who knows if it has been replaced.

Su Qing's eyes were solemn, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw in front of the Zhangfu Gate that day, his heart was cold, he said: "You first use the fairy rope to leave, go to the locust tree and wait for me, if I don't arrive before dawn, you will go out of the city, your father and I have sent him to the Yunhe Temple outside the city yesterday, you bring Rama's body with you, it is the treasure of Buddhism, it will have an effect!" ”

"Good!"

Yinling knew that staying would be a drag, so without hesitation, she took the body of Rama under the bed.

"Immortal Suo, get up!"

Reaching out and throwing it, a rope suddenly pulled out of the air and stood upright.

But just when she was about to go up, she heard the sound of "whooshing" breaking the air outside the courtyard, and arrows came like rain, among which there were several rockets, nailed to the fairy rope, but seeing the sword chopping the fairy rope continuously, it burned when it met the fire, and instantly turned into a fire rope and fell to the ground.

"Be careful, retreat!"

Su Qing's arms rolled, and the wide sleeves of his robe flew and waved, like two water sleeves rolling, blocking in front of the silver bell, sweeping away all the arrows that were shot.

The little girl hurriedly retreated into the house.

Su Qing then rushed in.

The night was dark, the shouting outside the door was endless, and the killing machine started again, but this time, it was the killing machine that Su Qing had to face.