Kaohsiung staggered over, knelt on the snow, picked up the fallen human head with one hand, knelt beside Kitajima's body, gently placed it on his neck, and reached out to caress his half-open eyes.

He gently brushed it down, and the snow quickly covered Kitajima's body, although he knew that it was useless to do so, whether it was Kitajima's or his own corpse, it would be quickly cut open, and even shattered.

He looked up at Qin Feng, his eyes seemed to be nailed to Qin Feng's face, as if he wanted to remember Qin Feng's face forever, followed by a grab in the snow, grabbed Beidao's knife with his left hand, and stood up.

Cheng Jiayi turned his head.

She felt that they were bandits, murderers, and they were doing things that hurt nature and reason. On the other side is the embodiment of justice.

She heard another sound of falling to the ground, and the corner of her eye inevitably saw blood again.

She also heard the retreat of the people opposite.

Du Yiyi stepped forward one by one, brushing away the snow, revealing the corpse that had not yet stiffened.

People are inherently dead, whether it is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than Hongmao, it has no meaning to the deceased itself, and only those who leave a name in history will be evaluated by future generations.

Cheng Jiayi's already peaceful psychology made waves again because of such a wordless death.

Andrei watched from afar, the corners of his mouth twitching disapprovingly.

The three of them continued to move forward, following the retreating group of people in front of them, approaching the town.

All the doors and windows of the quiet town were open, and people of all ages, young and old, stood in front of the windows, some stood in the doorway, and some people from the back buildings came out.

Gradually, the people in front of the window disappeared, and the people at the door came out, and they gathered silently, blocking one of the oldest buildings in the town, trying to keep out the approaching intruders.

Qin Feng's long knife, with a slightly curly blade, the blood had been frozen, and it was flickered by the sunlight that had just emerged from the clouds, reflecting a snow light, passing through the crowd and reflecting into the sky above the courtyard behind them.

A young man drew his sword and glared at Qin Feng angrily, also scolding angrily. The cold light flashed, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Another man came out, also glaring angrily at each other and speaking ill of each other. The cold light flashed, and he also fell.

The blade rolled up, but the knife was just a medium to avoid skin and flesh contact, and the back of the knife was in Qin Feng's hand at this moment, and it could also exert the power of the blade.

"Tsk." There was a sneer behind him, and Andre's white clothes fluttered, floating like an angel.

It's just that this person with an angelic appearance, the demon in his heart has already broken through the ground.

He crossed the three of Qin Feng and approached the crowd blocking his way in a mocking voice.

Young men, handsome young men, women in their prime, some of their weapons were raised, some were still in their hands, some of them opened their mouths to reprimand, some of them were sad and angry tears were still not dripping in their eyes, and Andre's ghostly figure approached in front of them.

Walking leisurely, believing in the reins, raising his hand, or a cluster of blood arrows flew fiercely, or a blood mist splashed.

No one can take the initiative to approach him, only he takes the initiative to find someone.

Until finally, only a girl of five or six years old stood in front of him, and stopped in front of the gate of the courtyard with her delicate body.

Andre finally stopped and stopped, behind him, the sound of his body falling to the ground continued to be heard, the snow around him had already been stained red, and the blood stains were still along the snow, slowly approaching the girl's feet.

The girl held a long knife in both hands that was extremely disproportionate to her figure, the tip of the knife was already dragging on the snow, but her eyes were stubbornly looking at Andrei, her rosy lips were closed one by one, and her immature voice was crisp and clear.

The corners of Andrei's mouth were slightly furled, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. The smile was so warm that it seemed to melt the snow.

He said a few words softly and gently, Cheng Jiayi and Du Yiyi couldn't understand it, and couldn't help but look sideways at Qin Feng, but when they saw Qin Feng's expression, he suddenly showed a little unbearable.

Those words must be extremely cruel.

André didn't even dodge the little girl's knife, he grabbed the little girl by the collar and lifted her up.

The knife slashed through Andrei's arm, but it didn't even tear his clothes, and he was shocked to the ground, and Andrei raised the little girl with a smile and groaned, watching her gulp and try to breathe, but her face was still red from suffocation.

Cheng Jiayi's hand clenched into a fist, but he saw Andre's hand suddenly fall down.

The thick snow in front of the yard was lifted in an instant, and a dull sound came from the stone floor under the snow.

Murderer.

Cheng Jiayi's mind kept echoing these two words, and these two words gradually generated four words, eight words, and scolded angrily in his mind with different voices.

Little girl, girl, teenager, man, senior...... These sounds are immature or crisp or rough, constantly circling and crashing.

Andrei is the murderer, and she is also one of the murderers.

Andrei lightly jumped over the corpse on the ground, and his shoes were not stained with a single stain of blood, and he walked into the courtyard.

Qin Feng looked sideways at Cheng Jiayi, and Cheng Jiayi followed with a snow-white face.

The courtyard is also covered with thick snow, and a layer of antique corridors on both sides has also been blown off, and a red plum is blooming in one corner of the courtyard. The front door of the house is open in all directions, and two pairs of shoes are neatly placed in the doorway, and there are only two people in the house.

From the wide open door, you can see the layout of the house, and in front of a low table, two old men with white hair are talking intently.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard are scattered, and one of the old men is using his index and middle fingers to twist a black chess piece from the chess box, muttering for a while, and landing in the middle of the chessboard.

The other old man smiled, said something in his mouth, and also picked up a white chess piece, landed on the side of the sunspot, followed by a smile, and raised his hand to pick up a few sunspots that had been eaten.

The two old men looked at each other and smiled, ignoring the blood outside the courtyard and the people who were gradually approaching.

Andrei walked in slowly, stopped at the door, and then bent down to take off his shoes, standing barefoot on the tatami mats indoors, and neatly arranging his shoes with the other two pairs of shoes.

He did this action meticulously, if it weren't for the blood that followed him all the way, it really seemed like a guest who came to visit.

The old man holding the sunspot suddenly bowed respectfully to the old man opposite, followed Wen Yan and said a few words, then stood up with his hands on his knees, turned sideways, and blocked in front of the chessboard in a few steps, and also blocked in front of the other old man.

His old face was weathered, and he looked indifferent in the face of the murderer, as if he was not going to die, but just doing an ordinary thing he should do.

His lips quirmed, he said something, bowed to Andrei, and then took a step forward.

He didn't take this step, and his body suddenly shook.

Blood was left in front of him, staining his snow-white socks red.

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