The memory crystal was sent out from Murong's house, and it was passed all the way to the hands of Mo Ling, the head of the Imperial Military Academy. If this vast network of relationships were known to the world, it would cause an uproar.

Mo Ling took off the spar as usual, skillfully opened it, and looked at the picture words left by Murong Ming. When he heard Murong Ming mention that Bai Lang was not eroded by the bloodstone, he couldn't help frowning tightly and pondered in silence.

Murong Ming spoke in great detail, and for more than half an hour, Mo Ling read it carefully word for word. When Murong Ming's proclamation was nearing the end, the calm picture suddenly emitted strange fluctuations.

Mo Ling was slightly stunned, and subconsciously checked whether the memory crystal was damaged. Some strange subtle sounds began to come from the spar, and Murong Ming seemed to notice that something was wrong, left the table, and disappeared into the picture.

With the sound of sharp objects breaking through the sky, the whole picture fell silent. Mo Ling held his breath. The picture shook again, and suddenly it was facing the sky and facing the cyan ceiling. Before Mo Ling could take a closer look, a puddle of blood sprayed down overwhelmingly, blurring the entire picture.

Mo Ling was stunned in disbelief, the memory crystal that was knocked down was only straightened in a moment, but the person who appeared inside was not Murong Ming, who he was familiar with, but a slender woman in black.

Her dark outfit stood out in the brightly lit room. At first angle, Mo Ling could only see her slender legs and dangling arms. She held a blood-colored greatsword in her hand, the blade of which was pitch black, dripping with blood. After that, she slowly crouched down and brought her face to the hedron.

The red and black eyes suddenly appear in the picture, deep and gloomy like a bottomless abyss. She hooked the corners of her mouth, and on half of her eyebrows, there was a blood-colored complex pattern, which was particularly weird and demonic. This person is the "dead" Junbi.

She stretched out her bloodstained finger and lightly tapped it on the spar, her movements were gentle, and the memory spar should have no deterrent effect, but it made Mo Ling feel like a blow to the head, "The next one is you." Junbi in the picture smiled presumptuously and brightly.

Mo Ling's hand trembled, and he subconsciously threw away the memory crystal almost instantly, as if he was holding a hot potato in his hand. Bloodstone, Bloodstone was absorbed by Junbi, no, this can't be!

Mo Ling gasped violently, scrambling to find the communicator to contact the adult, but in a panic, he obviously ignored Jun Bi's threatening words.

As soon as Mo Ling picked up the communicator, a chill suddenly came from the back of his head, so fast that people were caught off guard. He barely turned his head, and only saw a blood-colored edge, and the sky was spinning.

The blood spurted on the white walls, leaving a terrible mark, and the tumbling head hit the floor, still with dead eyes. His hand was still tightly gripping the communicator, his stiff body separated from his head, and he fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Junbi withdrew his sword, leaned over to pick up the blood-stained communicator, and crushed it with a slight force.

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The next day, the shocking news spread almost all over the continent, Murong Ming, the head of the Murong family, and Mo Ling, the principal of the Imperial Military Academy, were killed in their mansions one after the other, and their deaths were extremely miserable. And everything in the study of the two was burned.

The death of the two strong men so quietly and unclear shows that the strength of the killer is even stronger, there is no doubt about it.

For a while, people were panicked.

In a dark room, the gray-haired old man had gloomy eyebrows and eyes, he covered his lips and coughed, and the handkerchief on his hand was stained with blood.

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Jun Bi came to the forbidden land of the Jun family. It is said to be a forbidden place, or more precisely, this is the cemetery of the Jun family, where all the deceased Jun family members are buried.

The three-storey attic is solemn and majestic, and as soon as you enter, you can feel the simplicity and vicissitudes of life. This is the attic that the Jun family has built with blood for generations.

Junbi knelt down unconsciously, prostrate in front of those dense tablets, touched the ground with his forehead, and bowed solemnly. The emotions in her heart were like churning waves, which were difficult to calm down. She gritted her teeth, and the green tendons on the back of her hand burst out, "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Recalling the confidential documents he saw in Murong Ming and Mo Ling's dark room at that time, Junbi's heart ached as if it were torn. The rage almost covered her eyes in complete darkness, but fortunately she still had a faint amount of clarity.

For a moment, Junbi even wanted to destroy this filthy world, but she finally suppressed her emotions and came back to her senses.

The blood-colored lines around Jun Bi's eyebrows and eyes had spread to most of his left face. She slowly stood up and walked up the steps to the top.

On the earliest floor of the attic, a jet-black tablet stands out. Junbi came to the tablet and placed Xuanyu flat on the ground, "We've arrived, Xuanyu." ”

The ink-colored tablet looks unpretentious, and there is no superfluous decoration on it, but it is simply engraved with cinnabar with two words, which are divided into three points. Jun Yao.

Xuan Yu let out a trembling roar, and then with a faint mist, a figure appeared on the giant sword. He stretched out his translucent palm and gently stroked the two words on the tablet, full of affection and affection, as if the bright and beautiful shadow was so vivid that it was close to him.

Junbi didn't say anything more, just waited quietly aside.

Xuan Yu pursed his lips tightly and trembled as he hugged the tablet into his arms. Looking at the name written in cinnabar on the tablet, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a sad wail, and his grief was thorough. A line of transparent tears slid down his cheeks, then turned into smoke and dissipated into the air.

"From the beginning, I was very wrong." The voice of Xuanyu's consciousness was clearly transmitted to Junbi's mind, "She has never changed, but I am too stupid and stupid, blinded by those so-called relatives and close friends." ”

Junbi closed his eyes and listened in silence, not responding.

"How can I be like that, how can I treat her like that?" Maybe Xuan Yu can't speak now, but even so, it doesn't prevent him from passing on his great sadness and remorse to Jun Bi without diminishing, "Why didn't I think of all this until now, why?" He regretted it so much, he didn't even get to see Jun Yao for the last time.

Hyun Woo stayed in the attic for a day and a night, until all the mental power he had stored was no longer enough to support him to remain in human form, and he reluctantly returned to the greatsword.

By the time Junbi walked out of the attic, the sky had once again been faintly dim. She exhaled a breath of turbid air in her chest, put the Xuanyu Giant Sword behind her back, and walked slowly, away from the attic that carried all the Jun family.

Will she and Bai Lang go to the step of Jun Yao and Xuan Yu? Junbi didn't know, and she didn't want to know, she just had to keep moving forward and work hard to achieve what she wanted to accomplish.

However, as soon as Jun Bi stepped out of the barrier around the Jun family's attic, he met a pair of extremely familiar amber eyes.

Bai Lang stood in front of Junbi, his soft hair was as white as snow feathers, deeply stabbing Junbi's heart. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." His voice was hoarse, and under his breezy face, there was a forbearance that bordered on rage, almost completely destroying his sanity.