Zhiyuan's protective cover is still there, but the golden light is almost transparent, the edges tremble slightly, and he can't help but change his form, and Yan Ning, who doesn't understand the doorway, can clearly see that Monk Zhiyuan can't last long.

What is the origin of this trench coat man?

What is the peachwood branch he wants? Yan Ning couldn't help but think, couldn't he break the branches of a peach tree?

The person in front of him had completely taken off the seal, his momentum was arrogant and dangerous, and seeing Zhiyuan constantly rolling, childishly trying to extinguish the flames, he sneered, and the expression on his face was calm and terrifying.

This person's skills were very agile, and Yan Ning hadn't even had time to see how he made a move, as if this action had distorted time and space, and in an instant, the long iron thorn had steadily penetrated into Monk Zhiyuan's body.

She even heard the popping sound of a sharp weapon stabbing through the flesh and blood, and the hissing and exploding sound of the flesh being burned, except for the roar of Monk Zhiyuan, but when Zhiyuan was injured by his own Buddha seal, he did not let out a cry of pain.

Wait a second, listen attentively, and you won't hear anything.

Monk Zhiyuan gradually lost his movements, no longer rolled, no longer tried to get up from the ground, the monk's robe deflated little by little, and slowly covered the place where Monk Zhiyuan was lying.

Yan Ning only felt that her heart seemed to skip a beat, and a terrifying shadow instantly enveloped her, and she even felt that this was even more terrifying than the self-immolation of Master Lu that she saw in Lujia Village.

At least there was a Lu Heng protecting her at that time, although she was still killed in the end - but it is better to be stabbed to death than burned to death, she thought of it comfortingly, and suddenly the man on the Yunshan Highway who was light and light, and the face of Lu Heng in her dream was the same.

Glancing at the gray-blue-gray monk's robe under his feet, the corners of the windbreaker's man's lips were slightly hooked, revealing a cold smile, he stepped forward slowly, and hooked the monk's robe with the sharp iron thorn, Yan Ning could only be shocked to find that the ground was clean without a trace of dust.

Monk Zhiyuan just disappeared, not even leaving ashes.

The man in the trench coat poked the monk's robe with iron thorns, carefully tying it from top to bottom, as if he was looking for something.

Soon, he found a brown wooden strip from the compartment of his clothes.

"Old thing, you don't have to be ruthless, you just don't want to recruit." The man in the trench coat put the wooden strip in his pocket, and after he found what he wanted, he didn't plan to leave, and slowly looked over to where she was.

After recognizing this fact, Yan Ning only felt cold sweat on his back, and his hands and feet were also wooden, falling into a burst of coldness.

Whether it was the sudden appearance of the iron thorns, or the way they fought, everything that happened just now was beyond Yan Ning's cognition.

The man in the trench coat found out, which made her feel terrible, she was unarmed, she was not his opponent at all, and she also watched the whole process of his murder, and it was only a dead end if she was discovered.

Am I going to die again? Yan Ning took a deep breath, her heart trembling. She raised her leg and wanted to run away, but as soon as she turned around and took two steps, the man in the trench coat stood up with an arrow, Yan Ning couldn't even see the hem of his clothes, the other party could be said to be teleporting, and the movement was very fast and pressed against her back with iron thorns.

It was early autumn, Yan Ning was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt jacket, and she didn't dare to move again.

Yan Ning could clearly feel that the tip of the iron thorn had pierced all the clothes on her body, and the coldness of the iron tool had transmitted to her brain through the skin and flesh, and quickly spread to her whole body.

As long as the trench coat man pushes harder, she will die.

At this moment, Yan Ning is extremely hopeful, she is now in the illusion, and when she wakes up, she is still safe.

But was she really in a dream?

Will she die like Monk Zhiyuan, like a rag doll?

An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of her heart and enveloped her, the man in the trench coat did not speak, and the only thing that was quiet in the corridor was the sound of her own breathing—the birds that had been crying were gone, even the wind was gone, and the atmosphere was suffocating and terrifying.

Yan Ning tried to calm herself down, and said in a calm tone: "I didn't see your face. "So can you let her go?

The man in the trench coat looked Yan Ning up and down, his gaze was undisguised, and a loud stab passed through her back and fell to her waist.

It had just been punctured by iron thorns, revealing a small piece of white flesh. Yan Ning stood in place waiting for the man in the trench coat to reply, she didn't have hope, how could he let himself go if he killed people so neatly.

The man's faint eyes suddenly deepened.

Yan Ning closed her eyes, but strangely felt that the man's breathing was a little heavier.

No, he didn't breathe, when Yan Ning was one with nature before, he clearly didn't hear the breathing sound of any of the two people in the room, if the monk Zhiyuan is because of the profundity of Buddhism, and the pranayama is endless, then what is the reason for the man in the windbreaker?

Is it because he is breathing so heavily now that killing people gives him pleasure/feeling?

Yan Ning couldn't move for a while, but in the next second, the iron thorn that was originally deeply against her disappeared. The man in the trench coat hugged her deeply from behind, and skillfully put his chin on her erect neck, "You've been listening here for a long time." Feeling relaxed? The old monk's Sanskrit sound does have a hand. ”

The man in the trench coat showed a look of longing, and his arm around Yan Ning tightened a little, "I was going to let you go earlier, but it's not bad for you to see it." ”

His voice was low and pleasant, so familiar to her.

"A-Ning, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

It was still such a gentle tone, and the burning/hot breath made her ears itch.

Yan Ning's inner anxiety slowly calmed down, and her reason gradually returned, she was no longer afraid, and slowly probed: "Lu Heng? ”

Lu Heng didn't speak, but his chin and chest that couldn't stop shaking clearly reflected that his mood was very good.

"Who called you here?" He let go of Yan Ning, took her hands and came to Zhiyuan's room, and filled a small porcelain bottle with some spices in the incense burner.

It's so good that she can't die, she just stood on the bluestone brick where Zhiyuan died.

Yan Ning quietly and slowly retreated to the gate, "I'm here to work." ”

Lu Heng threw it casually, and the porcelain bottle fell steadily into Yan Ning's shirt pocket, "The old monk's spices are not bad, take some smoked relics every day, and those pickled things will be far away from you." ”

He persistently took Yan Ning's hand and pulled her to sit down on the green brick next to an old tree, "Then leave early when you're done, it's not clean here." ”

Yan Ning leaned back towards the old tree trunk, "Lu Heng, are you real?" ”

Lu Heng chuckled and said, "Do you want to touch it?" He grabbed Yan Ning's hand and touched it to his face, his eyes were gentle and gentle.

"But, you killed me-" Lu Heng's gentle face darkened a little for a moment, and Yan Ning had to quickly change his words, "After I left Lujia Village, I woke up and found myself on the bus, and then a car fell off a cliff, and the results of the accident have not yet come out." ”

She said to herself, her lips moved silently: "This feeling is terrible, very bad. ”

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Lu Heng didn't hide it, he raised Yan Ning's hands to his lips and kissed them lightly and eagerly, Yan Ning trembled, she didn't refuse, and she didn't dare to refuse.

Monk Zhiyuan's death is deeply engraved in her brain like a tarsal bone, this is the second time she has seen Lu Heng kill someone, she is difficult to protect, and the third one will be to provoke the other party's self.

Yan Ning slowly retracted her gripping hands, brushed her overly long hair casually, and then thought for a while without changing her face and said, "I want to know, what did you do after I left Lujia Village, why did you kill me?" ”

Knowing that the word kill would make the other party change color, she quickly grabbed the hem of the other party's windbreaker tightly, and pouted pitifully and helplessly: "I was really in pain at that time, if I could, I don't want to feel that kind of pain in my life." ”

It is unimaginable that the man who was still murderous for a quarter of an hour will be at a loss like a child at this moment, hugging her with great pain.

Lu Heng's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "No, I promise, never again." ”

"Are you really not going to break my legs, break my wings, and lock me up?"

Yan Ning couldn't help but repeat what he said that day, she didn't actually want to promise, she just wanted men to know that she was human, she would hurt, if she could, she wanted to stay away from him for the rest of her life.

Of course, she didn't show her true thoughts in her heart, just pretended to be sad and waited for Lu Heng's answer, or judgment.

However, Lu Heng didn't answer her for a long time, and Yan Ning bit her lower lip.

She was silently embraced like this, time passed minute by minute, the sun was setting, she broke the silence, wanted to tell the other party to let herself go, but turned her head and felt that something was dazzling. In the next second, she saw the iron spike resting on the side.

The iron spikes reflected a warm yellow light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sharp aura seemed to be lost by half.

The disappearance and appearance of this thing were silent, but when Lu Heng hugged her just now, this thing was not here.

Is it really because I asked the wrong thing?

His silence made Yan Ning suddenly feel extremely sad, and she was about to cry when her nose was sore, she was obviously just an ordinary social animal, why did she let her go through this?

The corners of his eyes were gently wiped, and Lu Heng said, "I just want to tell you to leave quickly, that's the best way." ”

"Don't trust the woman too much, it's possible to leave with the map, but it's going to take a long time. Lujia Village is far bigger than you think. I still have some things to do, and I'll come to you later. ”

Lu Heng's words were all at this point, he pushed Yan Ning away a little anxiously, picked up the iron thorn and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

She actually had a question, why did Lu Heng pretend to be a stranger when he saw her on the Yunshan Highway and didn't know her at all?

It's just that everyone is gone, and she can't ask if she wants to.