Following the trail all the way to the northwest, Ah Zhi held the torch high in one hand and the crumbling Nan Rongjin in the other, secretly sad in his heart, and this girl's mood was not very stable.

Nan Rongjin was like a fish out of water, holding Ah Zhi's arm lifelessly, his eyes were dull, his cheeks were full of tears, and he kept holding the hairpin and rags tightly in his palm.

There were many traces of drag on the ground, and the blood stains were black.

The wind was filled with the smell of rotten branches and leaves, mixed with a thick fishy smell.

In the forest with the shadows of the trees, I walked for a long time, and after following the trace, I saw more and more blood-stained rags, and the gnawed white bones.

It's midnight.

The moon's luster gradually faded, and behind the treetops, there was only a faint faint light.

It's quiet!

It's quiet!

It's so quiet that there's only each other's breath.

It's so quiet that I hear the wolf howl in the back mountain!

I also heard the laughter and scolding of the black-clothed people behind me, and the laughter of schadenfreude.

The light of the whole process is based on a handmade torch to illuminate the darkness of the night.

Ah Zhi was full of energy, pressed everything in his heart, and walked forward calmly with Nan Rongjin.

"Bang!"

Ah Zhi stepped on an iron object under his feet and let out a "clang".

The heart was raised, and Ah Zhi lowered his eyes to see that it was a blood-stained Pu knife.

Then I looked around, and by the light of the fire, I saw it.

It was all over the place, full of rags, and this time the rags were no longer the pink and blue clothes worn by women.

Rather, a strong outfit with a sword guard.

Arrived at this place, fragmentary, mutilated white bones.

There are also traces of meridians connected.

"Poof"! Nam Young-geun collapsed limply.

Ah Zhi grabbed her quickly, "Be strong, people can't be resurrected after death!" ”

Nam Young-geun choked in her throat and her voice was hoarse, "They all died because of me!" ”

Looking at the rags all over the ground and the red-dyed Pu knife, Nan Rongjin squatted down and slowly picked it up piece by piece and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Ah Zhi, they protected me, they protected me with their lives, I still remember that the last moment was Nan Ronghua and Yueyue who pleaded for me."

Nan Rongjin's crying liver and intestines were broken, and he almost fainted.

The heart seems to have been pierced over and over again by the thorns.

Ah Zhi looked at her, full of distress and regret.

Sticking the torch on his face, Ah Zhi squatted down and picked it up piece by piece, looking so careful.

Ah Zhi picked it up, and at the same time felt helpless, his nose was not very breathable, and the corners of his eyes were sour.

Ah Zhi didn't dare to look back at Nan Rongjin, who was crying bitterly, such a life-and-death parting was too uncomfortable, and he was so uncomfortable that he would suffocate.

Pick up the rags and mutilated bones on the ground and pile them together.

Nan Rongjin looked at it and couldn't help crying, a handful of snot and tears.