The moon is in the sky, and the cold wind is biting.

A light streaked through the air, and in an instant, a miserable white strong light pierced the earth, and the startled crows fluttered their wings and flew up one after another.

Kang Yu ended his conversation with Meng Luo, the patriarch of the Wulin Meng family, sent his subordinates, and returned to the room to fall asleep.

'Boom'

Suddenly, the rain came very violently, as if the sky and the sea had turned upside down. The crackling raindrops hit the tiles, dripped down the tiles to the ground, converged into water lines, and finally gathered in a heap.

Outside the door was a torrential rain that shook people's hearts.

Ticking, ticking, the sound of water in the corridor, the thunder outside, disturbing people's hearts and being impetuous.

Kang Yu got up from the bed, put on his shoes and walked to the window, as if pushing open the window to breathe. With a casual glance, he suddenly saw a faint trace of water on the floor by the window.

My heart moved, the window didn't open, and I walked quickly to the door.

In the dark night in front of him, the cold light flashed, and the faint sound of the whip cutting through the air "Bang!" This whip was as fast as a streamer, and in an instant, it wrapped around Kang Yu's neck.

"Huh."

The sound of skin being pierced by an object.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts when you move.

Corning felt the barbs on the whip on his neck, and he moved slightly, and the pain was bone-chilling.

In the deep night, I can't see who the other party is and who wants to kill him.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, he took out the dagger he carried with him, cut off the whip, turned around and jumped, and broke out of the door.

The other party seemed to know that he had such a hand, turned around, and followed.

In the corridor, an old man in a white shirt ran forward with his neck clutching his neck and slightly calling for help. He couldn't scream anymore, and the wound on his neck was gurgling and bleeding. He staggered and made his last struggle.

Who is it? Why did this man in black harm him?

The man in black behind him slid forward like a swimming fish against the handle of the corridor, shook off the remaining half of the whip, and shook off the starry sky.

There was a pain in the cheeks, blood flowed down like a spring, and the blood-colored waterfall fell, drowning out the last breath of anger.

Ruthless, move to kill.

Sharp as lightning, fast as thunder.

Withdrawing the whip, only to hear a "bang" behind him, Kang Yu was covered in blood, and gradually fell softly, straight into the heavy rain.

He still held one hand around his neck and the other hand reached forward, as if someone in front of him would save him. Finally, he stopped struggling, and his hanging hand did not move.

The man in black slanted his shoulders and looked back at the smooth wall, drawing the word "Qian" on the wall with a whip, using Kang Yu's blood.

On tiptoe, the black figure in the rainstorm was like a hook, and in the blink of an eye, a few jumps and disappeared into the continuous rain curtain.

In the rainstorm, Kang Yu, who was dressed in underwear and covered in blood, stretched out his arms, stared at the side of the corridor with wide eyes and lifelessness, his face was hideous.

The blood was washed away by the rain, and Kang Yu was soaked by the rain and slightly white.

The huge word "Qian" on the wall is scarlet there, hideous, and smiling.

The thunder and lightning intensified, reflecting on the wall, red and dazzling.

The rain is getting heavier......