Time ticks and ticks, seconds and minutes do not stop, and there are still five minutes left, and it is early in the morning.

Shu Qianluo bit his cheek, soaked in blood, and stared at the living room, his eyes were flushed.

"Su Gu Bai—"

Come back soon-

Don't let our hands get the blood of these people on our hands.

Regardless of whether they are right or wrong, it is not adulterated to stand on their side and thus sincerely defend our point.

So—

Don't let me, don't let you, carry their lives on your back, carry the weight forward-

It's too painful –

It's so painful......

I'm sorry –

I used to be so ignorant as I thought—

As long as I can protect the person I want to protect, I will not hesitate to carry everything, fortunately I was woken up by you, so I did not go into the obstacle.

And now, I know exactly what kind of unbearable weight -

The old house, the foot of the mountains.

Peel off a pink magnolia cheongsam, put on a black as night, wide cuffs, flying tails, all gilded dark lines, and the back is tattooed with the fragrance of a flower that spreads its wings and wants to fly in a formal crown dress.

Qingsi put it behind his head, folded his hands in front of him, raised his feet and stepped on the bluestone stairs, and walked step by step towards the majestic temple standing on the top.

The gate of the temple, which had been closed in the past, was now open.

No other temple has the quaint tranquility and atmosphere accommodating.

Only—

There is no light, no light, no stars, no lights, no edge, the darkness of the abyss.

Even the bamboo groves that lead to the temple and grow quietly on both sides show a kind of ink-dyed black.

It's as if—

The rain rolling down from the sky, the cool frost falling in the morning, and the heavy snow covering the winter will instantly be stained into ink stains once they touch these bamboos.

There will be no emotion other than suffocation.

Because, all emotions, good and bad, have been stripped away into suffocation from the moment they step on the bluestone staircase, and no other emotions can be born.

As the bluestone walked away and the temple approached, the fragrant figure of the flower gradually dissolved into a dot and stood in front of the gap that was opened.

She stood there, silent, slightly sideways, and glanced at the staircase behind her that slanted down to the ground, as if she was taking a look at the figures that she remembered in the red dust that she coveted.

Then, retracting his eyes, he lifted his feet, and stepped into the gap—

And, right now.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and hit the back of her neck, making her stiffen, and before she could fight back, she softened and slid towards the ground.

"Oops~, dangerous~"

At the moment when she slid down, a smile and a swaying tail sounded, and the tips of the hook's hearts were trembling, and the sound exploded at the gate of the temple with a straightforward and loud voice, and at the same time, she was caught by the waist, protected in her arms, and pasted face to face with a black charcoal thing.

“……”

Looking at this, the face of Grandma Hua, who was more beautiful than before, was pressed with a black mark, and the black charcoal thing silently reached out and wiped the mark off, but forgot that her own claws were also black, and this wipe -

Hey~, it's quite symmetrical?

Hetui！

It's a dirty cat completely!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the black charcoal thing put down its claws, glared at the culprit, and gritted its teeth.

"If you don't scare people's hearts, you're not happy, aren't you?"

"How so?"

The young man who stopped the two of them in his arms, gray clothes and ink eyes, and his overly long silver hair flew behind him, like silver threads swayed by the moonlight, illusory and bright as if dreamy.

And on his beautiful and overwhelming face, a bright and burning smile bloomed, tearing through the darkness, suffocating by crushing, pulling the starlight and moonlight, and even the skylight to the door of this temple, bright and dazzling.

Even more innocently winked at the black charcoal thing.

"This time it's a pure accident~"

"Humph!"

The black charcoal thing snorted coldly.

"Hurry back! Let me get a good night's sleep, I'm exhausted! ”

"Well, I'm afraid I can't sleep—"

However, the hippie smiling and hanging boy scratched his chin and sighed as if he was a little distressed.

"I think there are still a lot of things that haven't been done, so ~, Xiao Luoluo~, let's elope together~"

？？？？

What!?

Shu Qianluo, who looked confused, couldn't understand what else this dog man wanted to do, so he could only watch him carry Grandma Hua's belt, carry it to his shoulders, take three steps, and disappear at the gate of this temple that is more like a ghost town than a ghost town.

And, after they left, a Tongling-sized green eye poked out of the crack in the door, glowing with a faint glow, staring at the disappeared person for a long time, before slowly retracting, stretching out a scrawny but skeletal clawed hand, squeaked, and closed the crack in the door.

Meanwhile.

In the big mansion at the foot of the mountain, standing by the window, looking at the old man who had not moved on the bamboo forest mountain, the outline blurred in the shadows, let out a laugh of unknown meaning.

"Lao Fu, in the future, this waste capital will be lively."

Vigorous and powerful, as deep as a lion's humming voice, with some deep meaning that does not distinguish between good and evil, he said slowly to the old butler who was waiting not far behind him.

The old butler smiled slightly, bowed his head, and was humble and in awe.

"——That day, when the little young master cut off the young master's braincase, the old slave happened to come back from an errand, and saw it from a distance, and the old slave felt that the little young master was really angry this time, and he didn't even want to pretend, so he directly confronted the young master Cheng, and also 'hacked to death' with an axe, which shows that the grievances in his heart over the years are not shallow——"

"But—"

He paused, and a little appreciation was brought to his hoarse voice with a smile.

"The little young master is unexpectedly alert, and I don't know where he learned about the Black Dragon Gang, and he left such a big hidden danger for Young Master Cheng and Mrs. Lan with his backhand, not to mention, he even completely brought Miss Luo to his side, and also won over many people on the old street, thinking about coming——"

"The little master has really grown up, and he has more and more of the demeanor of the young master of Chen~"

"Snort——, he's still far away!"

The old man standing by the window turned around, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the flask on the table, poured a sip of wine, and then smiled:

"The people of Lao Cai are just coaxing him to play, how serious can you take him? If you really take him seriously, you still come over and ask for a soul card? ”

"After all, I'm just afraid of him—"

"Look, after the waste capital is lively, when all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods are attracted to gather, the higher he goes, the farther he goes, the closer he gets to the people in the old street, the harder he is thrown when he turns around!"

When the words fell, he raised his head and muttered a pot of wine, threw it casually, and smashed it into the pile of broken wine jugs in the backyard, holding his chin, squinting, and shaking his head.

"The little ghost is so deceiving~"