In the final analysis, Ouyang Ruye and the others are just a group of unarmed rich young masters, how can they be compared with Bai Yu who is fighting on the battlefield.

Even if Bai Yu is a little drunk, it is still as simple as chopping chickens and slaughtering dogs. But even so, some screams erupted.

In this way, some things, once they have begun, cannot be undone.

Looking at the corpses in one place, thinking about the dead Xiaoxiao, thinking about the fate he was about to face. Death, it's not terrible, it's terrible that death can't be with Xiaoxiao, the terrible thing is that his Xiaoxiao is dead, but the group of bastards of the Ouyang family are celebrating happily, where is the reason?

So, almost in an instant, he decided that he wanted the entire Ouyang family to accompany Xiaoxiao to the funeral.

At this time, it happened to be late at night.

Taking advantage of the fact that the people from the government had not yet arrived, Bai Yu also evacuated the tavern as soon as possible. After all, the incident happened suddenly, and although he never regretted it, it was indeed impulsive and did not plan carefully. Come to think of it, as long as the government is willing to investigate, solving the case is a matter of minutes.

Therefore, if you want to slaughter the entire family of the Ouyang family, you must be fast.

As the saying goes, the moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire. Bai Yu was alone, sneaking straight into Ouyang's house, one person and one dagger, silent, slaughtering all over the door, and finally when the government came to report the funeral, Ouyang's house had already become a sea of fire.

After doing these things, Bai Yu's wine had already woken up.

At this moment, he clearly knew that it was impossible for his life to go back to the past, and it was even very likely that it would affect the family.

Therefore, when the rooster crowed, he carried the suicide note alone and killed himself in front of Xiaoxiao's tombstone.

He thought that he would be with Xiaoxiao when he died. It's a pity, I don't know if the feng shui of the place where Xiaoxiao is buried is too poor, or if the time he chose to kill himself is not good.

Just like that, he flickered and became a ghost.

At the beginning of his ghosthood, he was quite excited, and as soon as it was dark, he began to wander around, trying to find Xiaoxiao's traces. As for the white father and white mother, although he is sad, he also takes care of him from time to time.

So that although the old couple knew that their son had gone, they did not leave them completely, and it also gave them some hope for life.

It's a pity that no matter how much he searched, he never found Xiaoxiao's ghost. At this time, after a long time, he gradually thought about it, and most likely Xiaoxiao was reincarnated.

Anyway, as long as he cultivates well, when Xiaoxiao is reincarnated, he will have a time to reunite.

In this way, while cultivating, he wandered around, and it was decades in a flash.

In the past few decades, the white father and white mother have passed away in turn, and he has also successfully cultivated his physical body. Finally, I can walk the street openly, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of spells.

It's just that there are no familiar old people on the streets where people come and go.

Until an occasional time, he unexpectedly discovered that the Oiran fairy of Fengxian Tower actually looked the same as his Xiaoxiao.

When he said this, Mo Keke and the others got very close, and they could even vaguely see the excitement in Bai Yu's eyes.

"Can you understand the feeling of being lost and regained? I have been a lonely ghost for so many years, and I have suffered so many years of loneliness, and I finally met her again.

Although she doesn't remember me, I have carefully observed that her preferences are almost the same as Xiaoxiao's, she likes flowers and plants, likes sweetness, doesn't like tea, likes powder blue, but doesn't like pink.

I can almost confirm that she is the reincarnation of Xiaoxiao. ”

Hearing this, Mo Keke finally couldn't help it, and carefully interjected: "However, people and ghosts have different paths..."

"I don't care, I don't care about people and ghosts, what worldly eyes, what opinions of the door. I've waited too long, I just want her, just her.

After that, I pretended to be a foreign businessman, met her, and finally, she fell in love with me again. At least, I think she loved me.

This time, no one could interfere with my marriage, so I ransomed her non-stop, set up a yard, and planned to marry her. Everything was exactly what I was expecting.

But why do you say, why don't those rich people stop? They are worried about Xiaoxiao, no, they are worried about the beauty of Xian'er, and the thief's heart is not dead, and they want to find a mage to accept me.

If others want to harm me, it doesn't matter, I have been cultivating for decades, and I have never done evil, so what kind of monk and Taoist priest is actually not a great threat to me.

But do you know that the person who killed me in the end was actually Xian'er. She was drugged and became thinner and thinner, so she was bewitched, thinking that I was picking yin and supplementing yang, and that I was going to harm her.

You say, "Is a woman's heart made of stone?" I was a witness to her, the sun and the moon were evident, and she was getting thinner and thinner, so I asked famous doctors all over the city to treat her.

The herbs she needed were not sold in the pharmacy, so I went up the mountain overnight to collect them. Yes, I'm a ghost, not a human, but I do, I don't know how to heal.

But she didn't believe me and drugged my diet. In fact, the amount she ordered was a bit much, and I ate it at the first meal. But I don't dare to say, I look forward to her seventy years, seventy years, and the entire Lanling City will be a matter of people for me for a long time.

I only have one thought about her, just that. I thought about it for a long time, my soul was scattered, in fact, there was nothing terrible, originally I kept this wisp of soul, just to want to be with her Sauvignon Blanc.

Now she wants my life, and it's nothing, just give it, and I'm generous to her.

I took medicine for seven days, and my soul power was greatly reduced.

But on the seventh day, the mage came to my door and tried to subdue me. If you want to be beautiful, don't look at Lao Tzu's seventy years of practice, but I can be diligent, how can I be taken down by this kind of little deflated three.

It's okay to die, but if you want me to be a puppet, that's not okay. But after seven days of taking medicine, I came and went, and I was inevitably seriously injured. At that time, I thought, the hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, even if he runs away to the field, I can't cheapen the third mage.

I went into hiding, and as soon as my injuries got better, I immediately went down the mountain to find her. Maybe this is what you often call a cheapness, she is good to me, I think she is Xiaoxiao, and if she wants to kill me, I will lie to myself, saying that she is a fairy, and I can't complain about Xiaoxiao.

But this time, I realized that she was being bullied again. Those bastards, thinking that I was gone, teamed up to spoil her and resold her back to Fengxian Building. threatened to the outside world, saying that she was deceived by foreign merchants and voluntarily returned to the building.

They drugged her, forced her to pick up customers, and guarded her day and night to prevent her from committing suicide.

Damn, how dare they? That's the woman I put on the tip of my heart and even give my life. I took her away, and she said she regretted it, was sorry for me, and committed suicide while I was unprepared.

Seventy years, she is the only light in my lonely life for seventy years, pop, extinguished.

It's so good to die, but those rich people actually brought the mage again and cursed her in front of me. I was stimulated, and I fell into a trance, and it seemed that I had been in a trance for more than 50 years.

In the past fifty years, I have no senses, I can only vaguely feel that I have killed many people, and the rest, it is not clear. ”