The bookcase was turned over to reveal a dark passage, faintly glowing with blue fluorescence, and he did not take the candlestick, but strode into the tunnel, and was familiar with this road.

The tunnel was narrow and damp, just above Ye Bandit's head, and the walls on both sides were inlaid with fine pieces of ghostly stones, emitting a faint little light, making the entire corridor look gloomy and weird.

Ye Bandit Jun was dressed in white, with long hair scattered, and his face was pale and wooden, slowly moving forward, like a corpse suddenly awakened in a cemetery, and as if it was a white impermanence dragging the souls of all beings into hell.

The circuitous and long road was finally completed, and nearly two hundred steps appeared in front of him, Ye Banditan still carried his hands behind his back, and walked up the steps calmly, without the slightest stagnation or hesitation under his feet, it can be seen that he has gone up and down these steps I don't know how many times.

At the end of the stairs was a round door, carved with two giant pythons twisted and coiled, and the eyes of the snake were condensed and condensed, as if they were alive.

Ye Bandit pushed the door and entered, which was more casual than entering his bedroom.

I saw that on the Persian carpet, several honey-skinned beauties were twisting their bodies and posing in various strange poses. These women are all from foreign lands, each of them has thick eyebrows and big eyes, graceful and convex figures, and is also very revealing in their clothing, not only with bare arms and bare feet, but also with bare breasts and abdomen.

There is a rich and erosive fragrance floating in the air, and the walls are carved with lingering obscene patterns of men and women, dancing candles, light dancing gauze curtains, and wonderful * bodies, forming a beautiful and fragrant picture, which can definitely provoke the lust of any man in this world in an instant.

But Ye Bandit Jun was indifferent, he didn't even change his heartbeat, he just coldly glanced at the beauties of different shapes on the ground, and asked lightly: "What about Shavati?" ”

"I'm here." A soft voice came from the inner room, and the infinite joy contained in it was audible.

Ye Bandit Jun lifted the bead curtain and saw a stunning woman reclining next to a beautifully decorated small fountain, half of her long hair was soaked in water, and she was only wrapped in a translucent scarf casually, her smooth and delicate bare feet were exposed, and there was a golden bell tied to her ankles, which showed that her ankles were slender and delicate.

Ye Bandit Jun didn't respond to her, still indifferently pacing to the cushion next to him and sitting cross-legged.

The stunning beauty hurriedly got up, dragged all the water droplets, smiled and held a food box and placed it on the small tea table beside Ye Kuijun, and said softly: "Try my new pastry." ”

Ye Bandit Jun didn't look at it: "I don't have an appetite." ”

The woman was not angry, she was still smiling: "You don't want to know what those women are doing outside?" ”

Ye Bandit said: "I'm not interested at all. ”

"They are practicing a fitness technique called yoga, and if they practice to the extreme, they can bend their bodies into any shape you can't imagine, and they can also prolong their lives, which is the secret of the Brahmins of my Tianzhu country......"

Ye Kuijun interrupted her very impatiently: "I said that I was not interested." ”

Shawati's soft body wrapped around Ye Bandit Jun like a snake, and asked softly, "Then what are you interested in?" ”

Ye Bandit Jun said: "Murder!" Kill people out of nowhere. ”

Shawati said: "Now that those in the rivers and lakes with martial arts similar to you have been eradicated, the position of the owner of the Justice Building will be yours sooner or later." ”

Ye Bandit Jun said: "No, another strong enemy has appeared, you have to kill him." ”

Savati put his arms around Ye Bandit's neck and said coquettishly: "Do you only kill people and don't hurt people?" ”

Ye Bandit Jun said angrily: "With you being a hundred years old, and you are still so coquettish and stupid, are you not afraid of disgusting others to death?" He rudely broke away from Savati's embrace and threw her to the ground: "Moreover, there is no ventilation here, but you are still hugging and grinding, and I am dying of heat, if not nauseous." ”

Shavati collapsed to the ground as soft as cotton wool, her long chestnut hair fluttered to the ground, and her eyes were full of tears.

Ye Bandit Jun stood up: "I just want to ask you, can you still help me kill people now?" Leave no trace like before, elusive? ”

Shavati hurriedly said: "Yes, I can." ”

Ye Bandit Jun smiled quietly: "Really? And what are these shiny scale-like things on your legs? ”

Shawati covered her bare calves with a silk scarf and said timidly, "These are scales, snake scales. Although the renunciation spell is powerful, it is a forbidden art after all, and the Brahmins are supposed to use it against the most heinous traitors, but not for personal ambitions, and these scales are the punishment of the snake god for those who continue to cast the spell......"

Ye Bandit Jun calmly interrupted her: "I don't want to hear superfluous words, I just want to know if your spell is still effective?" Will it be revealed if I use it again? ”

But as if he had committed a major crime, Shavati lowered his head: "This...... Slaves are also not guaranteed. ”

"Humph!" Ye Bandit Jun sneered twice, "It seems that this person has to be solved by me personally." He glanced at Shavati on the ground, and deliberately lowered his voice softly: "You should have a good rest during this time!" With that, he strode out.

Shavati pondered his last words: "What does he mean by this, is it to let me be better used by him after I have rested, or will I just let me rest forever and stop using me." ”

When she thought that Ye Bandit Jun might no longer use her and see her again, she felt an inexplicable despair, but she felt very ironic, she used to be a saint of a sect, sacred and inviolable, but now she is willing to be used, and she is so lowly that she is afraid that she will become an outcast. Is it the loneliness and displacement of these hundred years that makes her afraid of losing the only bond and shelter in this world? Or is she really completely emotionally moved by this inconsistent, ruthless and amazing, unparalleled Ye Gongzi, so she is willing to live for him and die for him? Looking at Ye Bandit's proud back when he left, she couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in her heart, but there was a sad smile on the corner of her mouth: "Maybe it's really what I owe you in my previous life, and I am destined to repay it with tears and my life in this life." ”

Chapter 3 The world is unpredictable

The night was still so quiet, so quiet that even the sound of the grass and trees withering seemed to be heard; The wind is colder, so cold that it penetrates into the bottom of people's hearts; The low cry of the cicadas and the wailing of Zigui all indicate that Qingqiu has arrived.

Wives buy thick clothes for their husbands, mothers cover their children with bedding, and those who are homeless, do you care about your food and clothing?

In the cold and lonely dilapidated temple, there is a fire that will be extinguished at any time, and there is a majestic black panther lying next to the fire, and Bi Sensen's eyes are like electric light, which is a hundred times brighter than this dying fire.

The panther was lazily leaning against a man on his back, this person was like a ball of paper that had been violently kneaded and re-unfolded, and his unkempt hair almost covered his entire face, making it impossible to see any of his expressions, and it was impossible to guess where this person came from, what his identity was, and what his past was.

However, judging from the flasks beside him, this man is definitely an out-and-out drunkard.

The panther looked intently at the only half pot of wine left in his master's hand, dripping and salivating, his master smiled, opened the lid of the pot, and poured the remaining liquor into the panther's mouth, and the panther also unceremoniously grunted and drank, blinking his eyes after drinking, apparently unfinished.

His master was even happier, patted him on the head and smiled: "Good boy, I really didn't expect you to be a drunkard too!" ”

"Whoa!" There was a slight crunch that came from nowhere.

The panther's sense of danger comes from its innate instincts, and the animal-like alertness of this man has been honed over many years of hard work.

He shook his head slightly, and finally revealed his eyes from the messy hair, no one had ever had eyes as dark and bright as him, as if they had night vision, and they were so unfathomable, as if they could penetrate all people and things.

Living outside the temple gate, Ye Bandit Jun in the dead forest was swept by the mysterious black-clothed man's black eyes, and his heart, which had always been calm and composed, jumped wildly inexplicably, I don't know if it was out of fear of this person himself, or because of the surprise that this person had such a perception of danger.

"What a tough guy to deal with, just the sound of stepping on a dead leaf, can he even hear it?" Ye Bandit Jun was a little breathless, "Why haven't you come yet, have you forgotten your business by playing with girls in the Jade Pavilion again?" Just as Ye Bandit Jun regretted the non-human he had trusted, a burst of rapid footsteps from far to near was walking towards him.

Ye Bandit Jun was overjoyed: "Great, he's here." Then he became disappointed: "No, how can the killer's footsteps be so disorganized?" Not him! ”

When I looked closely, the person who came was a short, fair-skinned and handsome young man, although he was dressed as a son of a family, but Ye Kuanjun recognized this young man at a glance as a woman, although he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

What made the woman look flustered, and what almost wanted to cry was the tall and thin man in a dark suit behind him, this person seemed to have been born from the night, quietly, his feet were not stained with dust, and there was no expression on his thin face, which could even be said to be wooden, but the two oblique sword eyebrows added a bit of vivid and cold charm to this face.

This man's gaze was very wandering, and he didn't know where he was looking, but the sword in his hand was secretly out of its sheath.

As proud as Ye Bandit, he had to admit that this was the most handsome sword drawing posture he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart: "This is the true nature of a killer, and it is worthy of your identity as the descendant of the 'Ghost Shadow Sword'." ”

Although this killer drew his sword in the most handsome posture, he was not pointing at the opponent he should be pointing at tonight, but at this weak female who was already frightened, as if he didn't see a person and a leopard sitting in the broken temple at all, or he was too proud to treat them as nothing.