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"What the hell is going on with this formation?"

Song Shoujiang looked at the scene around him and spoke, at this moment they were in the crisscrossed streets, their feet on the snow, and there were all kinds of shops around them.

They're still in the city of Hezhou, it's just ......

Thinking of the formation set up by Xuanchen Lao Dao, then they would not look at this place with ordinary eyes.

He turned around and walked towards a shop, and when he walked to the closed door, he raised his hand and patted the door and shouted, "Boss Zheng, are you there?" Open the door! ”

However, no one answered, and the room was quiet, and not a sound came out.

"I'll go home and see." After leaving a sentence, someone ran forward in the direction of the street, wanting to go home to see his daughter-in-law and children.

The others looked around here, but the ghost general, who had been thinking about the ghost army, went to the other side, desperate to find a way out of here.

Feng Qingyan was also observing everything around here, and she was thinking about what kind of formation this was.

Thinking of the white flags she had seen before, they would appear at intervals, and at first she didn't study these directions too much, but now that she thought about it, it seemed to be set up around Hezhou City......

"Here's it for you." Suddenly there was an additional voice in her ears, and as soon as Feng Qingyan turned her head, she saw the man in black standing beside her handing her a white handkerchief.

Feng Qingyan frowned and didn't take it.

As soon as the woman behind the man in black saw this scene, her face changed instantly.

"Your hand hurts." The black-clothed man's gaze fell on her right hand, which hung down at her side.

Feng Qingyan raised his hand and saw the fingers that had been cut by the strings, and there were still drops of blood flowing on the wound, dripping on the snow, and it was dazzlingly red.

At first, she was busy blocking the army of the ghost clan, so she didn't care about it even if her hand was scratched, and then Xuanchen Lao Dao appeared and the formation was working, so she couldn't care about this hand, if he didn't say it, she almost forgot about it.

But now that I think about it, why does it still hurt a little? I'm grass, she still forgets well.

"No thanks." Still, she softly declined, and though she was now veiled over her face, she believed that he recognized her.

But there was no friendship between them at all, and with the picture she saw, she obviously wouldn't think of him in a particularly good way.

Who knows if he has a plan.

"It's a pity that the girl's hands that play the piano well are wasted because of this." There was a hint of pity in his words.

Feng Qingyan looked at his bloodstained right hand again, thought about it, and took it.

"Thank you."

She bandaged herself with her other, uninjured hand, and because it wasn't easy to handle, she rolled it up a few times, and just as she was trying to tie it, her wrist was grabbed by a hand that suddenly stretched out.

The man in black probably couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed her hand with an expressionless face, and then slowly untied her handkerchief that was rolled up in shape.

The sleeve slid down her arm a few bits, and he could see a bracelet on her wrist, which was ordinary on the surface, but he seemed to see something different, but for a moment, he looked away.

Feng Qingyan struggled for a moment, wanting to withdraw his hand, not quite used to his contact, and then saw him say without raising his head: "Don't move." ”

Thinking that he didn't have any malicious intent, she obediently stood still, lowered her head, and kept her eyes on her own hand, ignoring the gazes cast by others.

The handkerchief was completely removed, and in the face of this hand covered with blood, the man in black couldn't help frowning.

Women should take care of their hands, right?

He wiped the blood from her with a handkerchief, and threw the blood-stained white handkerchief on the snow.

A bottle of white jade porcelain was conjured out of her hand, and the gold sore medicine contained in it was gently poured on her wound.

Feng Qingyan watched quietly, but his thoughts couldn't help but think of the past. She still remembers that Master has always played the piano very well, and she has also obtained a bit of his true biography.

In the courtyard, one person strokes the piano and the other tastes the music, which seems to have become an eternal tacit understanding between the two of them.

Master would always praise and say, "Ah Yan is not only smart and beautiful, but also has a pair of wonderful hands. ”

Her master, she also fantasized that one day she would be able to play chess with him again and play a piano.

Her fingers were slender, but they were cold, like frost and snow on the ground, and the longer she touched the ground, the more she could feel the chill on her fingertips.

After the man in black bandaged her, he raised his eyes to look at her, and found that she was wandering, but the eyes that were not covered by the veil, and the eyelashes that were as dense as a feather fan trembled slightly, but they were as beautiful as when they first saw her.

Flying from her, he recognized the Moon Blood Begonia umbrella when he saw it.

"Thank you." thanked him again, and Feng Qingyan, who came back to his senses, immediately pulled out his hand.

The look of the man in black was as cold as ever, and he bowed his head slightly, which was regarded as accepting this thanks.

"Childe." The woman behind him called out to him and whispered, "That man is back." ”

Feng Qingyan and the man in black both looked forward, and then they found that the person who had just said that he wanted to go home and take a look had now walked back again.

"How...... How did I come back again? He spoke suspiciously, only to realize that he had turned back again.

Soon after, the ghost general also returned, but the expression on his face was a little ugly.

"Is this a maze?" Song Shoujiang asked.

"I don't know." The man shook his head slightly, unable to explain why.

Feng Qingyan was silent after hearing this, and began to think.

"No matter what kind of formation this is, General Ben must go out, if you don't believe it, you can't break it!"

The ghost general was very annoyed, as soon as he thought of Xuanchen's old plan, and wanted to calculate his ghost army, he couldn't calm down, and he really wanted to eat him raw directly!

"You're so good, but you're going." Someone spoke sarcastically, but he didn't forget that he let the ghost soldiers attack the city, and they died a lot of people because of it.

As soon as his eyes were crossed, the ghost general raised his hand, and the power in his body dispersed, directly pinching the man's neck, and staring directly at him with a sharp gaze as sharp as a blade.

"What are you going to do!"

"Let him go!"

The people around him looked at him with a wary face, but they didn't dare to really attack him, for fear that he would suddenly be provoked again and kill him directly.

Feng Qingyan's thoughts were interrupted, and he also raised his eyes to look over, frowning a little displeasurefully.

Their group was at a stalemate, and the man in black and a few others always looked like they were watching the show.

"Do you have a lot of strength left? If so, then there is no need for a stalemate, we can go to another fight, just so that I can see who will die faster. ”

Just a total of nearly twenty people, trapped here together, if they don't unite and engage in infighting, then they will undoubtedly die faster.