At night, the night gets darker.

The people outside the house came in and turned on the oil lamps, which dispelled the darkness in the house.

Lian Zheng worked all afternoon, took care of Ruan Cheng's funeral thoroughly, and invited someone to deliver the coffin tomorrow, and all this was completely completed.

In the future, she will really be left alone in this house.

When the door was closed, the flickering candle flickered a few times, and the room was dark, and the shadows under the lamp were cold and lonely.

She sat at the table, did not come back for a few days, a thin layer of ash fell on the table, got up, took the rag back and wiped it, and placed the medicine box that she had just picked up from the drawer on the table.

She sat down again, curled one leg on the bench, and lifted the trouser leg and lining, and there was a scabbed sore on the calf, which was when she heard that her father had died, and she was in a hurry on the way and was not paying attention to the wood piercing a hole.

After a while, she heard the creaking of a wooden door outside, followed by a knock on her door.

She got up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw him standing alone outside the door, looking up at the roof, his eyes dark and uncertain.

She subconsciously looked at the roof, the night was dark, and the man was hiding hard.

Just as he wanted to ask why the wind came, his hand suddenly covered her mouth, and he didn't make a sound, but raised his index finger to his lips, made a silent motion, and then stepped into the house, closed her door with his hand, and shook his head at her in silence.

More than a dozen dead soldiers had gathered around the house, hiding in the night and couldn't see the color.

Yuan Jiu and Thirteen were both ambushed by the eaves of the Pian Zheng, and they could not hear any movement quietly.

Yizhuang is built on the top of the mountain, it is inevitable to get cold at night, the summer has passed, you can't hear the cicadas, but you can also hear the crows squeaking, but tonight, quietly, silent.

After entering the house, Feng Yin first went to close the hidden window tightly, and then turned around and found a place to sit down.

He sat there, his face was slightly soft, and he was unruly, and under the dim light, he half-bowed his head, his eyes were sunken, the corners of his lips were shallow, and his eyes were dark and deep, far and near, and he couldn't understand his emotions.

She kept her distance from him, but was still stunned by his expression.

In fact, he is far from being as frivolous as when they first met, and those shallow appearances seem to be fooled by others.

When Feng Yin turned his head, he saw her looking at him, his smile grew, and when he reacted, he had already stepped forward to grab her hand and pulled her to sit on the chair next to him, "Standing so far away I'm afraid I won't be able to eat you." ”

The back of his hand was firmly enclosed in the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand was hot.

She was stunned for a moment, as if her hand was burned by the red-hot iron sheet, and quickly shook him off, he reacted and frowned: "I think my hand doesn't hurt anymore." ”

He held her left hand.

Even though she is famous in Beixian, everyone knows that she is just a daughter, and her hands can be used for autopsy since she was ten years old, and she has been taboo since she was young.

In modern times, it was nothing, but in ancient times, neither technology nor equipment was far inferior to modern times, no matter how to get rid of the smell of corpses, she was more or less infected with corpse gas.

If you go out shopping to buy some things, I'm afraid that if you don't buy it, you will be touched, and people will be unlucky and will lose it.

He hugged her that day, although she resisted, she was not as resistant as she is today, but now she doesn't even want him to get close?

The wind was gloomy at the bottom of his eyes, and he hid some emotions and gradually swallowed up all those unpleasantness.

"Hmm." Pian Zheng responded perfunctorily, went to carry the pot on the table and wanted to drink tea, only to find that it was empty, so he gave up.

After just such a while, there was movement on the tiles overhead, and the footsteps were very light, but the silence around was terrible, and this subtle movement could be heard, like the sound of falling leaves scraping the ground, and like the sound of ants moving crops neatly.

He just sat there quietly, looking down at the bottom of his teacup, and somehow lost his mind.

Feng Yin was still there nonchalantly, half-propping his head, his fingers gently tapping on the table, one at a time, extremely rhythmic.

The movement on the roof suddenly fell silent, the air condensed into ice, and even breathing was suffocated.

"You have been conducting an autopsy for a long time, what do you know about Yizhuang the most?" Feng Yin looked up and asked her, his eyes lit up to the heart.

Pity Zheng's eyes fell, his voice was low, and his head was bowed: "Naturally, don't you know?" ”

Feng Yin didn't answer and asked, "What is it?" ”

There was a sudden chill in the room, and he pursed his lips without saying a word, but he saw him staring at her through the shadow of the candle.

In the middle of the ring, she replied, "Dead bodies." ”

"Yes." Feng Yin smiled lazily, but closed his eyes.

He sighed softly, stood up, walked over to her, and suddenly put his hands over her ears.

"Kill!"

One word, dyed with a rich blood color, crisp and neat.

His voice was very soft, but it still passed through the palm of his hand and was imprinted in his mind.

As if there was a sudden plucking of the strings in the ear, the strings were broken with a 'boom', and the cracked silk was twisted to pieces.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of confrontation outside the house, like a silver bottle suddenly bursting, and water slurry burst in.

All this, in fact, should have been guessed from the time she kept him.

She suddenly felt tired and closed her eyes to rest.

Behind him was close to his body, the warm body temperature came through the clothes, there was a man's natural breath on his body, there was a unique fragrance, faint, she didn't smell so real, it was the smell she had smelled, but she couldn't remember it.

After some time, his hand suddenly let go.

Her warm ears were pink, burning his palms, and he only felt crispy and numb.

Pian Zheng opened his eyes, but his eyes were suddenly covered by his handsome hands again.

"Tonight, you have a good rest, go to bed directly, and don't need to go out of the room again." His voice was low and deep, and it was soft to the ear.

She didn't look, she closed her eyes and waited for him to let go, and the footsteps sounded softly, listening to him open and close the door.

The bamboo forest tops outside the house began to sway again, and the wind whined through the hall to fan the dark money on the ground.

It's just that, it's your own sin after all.

Pian Zheng opened his eyes, stared at the oil lamp on the table, sat quietly for a while, and suddenly blew the lamp, and the wick was wafting in the dark, and went straight to the couch.

Outside the house, there were dead bodies lying on the ground.

Kill crisply, kill with one hit.

Yuan Jiu and Thirteen didn't leave their hands as in the morning, this group of dead soldiers, not to capture Ruan Lianzheng alive, but to kill her.

"Deal with these and give the order down ......"

Feng Yin looked down at the corpses all over the ground, and suppressed his anger: "Those who have mixed in from Beixian County, cut the grass and eradicate the roots." ”

Yuan Jiu and Thirteen knelt on the ground: "Yes, master." ”

"Thirteen." Feng Yin saw that the lights in the house were turned off, and the gaze in his eyes softened a little.

"Master." Thirteen got up from the ground and looked at the situation: "Do you have any orders?" ”

Feng Yin retracted his gaze, and his voice was low: "You don't have to be lazy, you don't have to go back to your room to sleep these days, and you are guarding outside the door." ”

"Master, the fourth master came from Changjing City, and it is only a hundred miles away from Beixian." Yuan Jiu reported the latest message to him.

"Don't stop him, let him come, if I leave, I can't give up her." The abyss of black eyes suddenly rippled, and then suddenly seemed to be annihilated, swallowing the complex: "Bring him here, he is here, at least those things should be afraid of three points." ”

"My subordinates will do it immediately." Yuan Jiu got up from the ground, flew to the eaves, and walked away.

Thirteen froze in place, looked at the sunken corpses on the ground, and then looked at Feng Yin.

After Feng Yin finished speaking, he went back to his room as if no one was around, and closed the door.

Thirteen returned to his senses, stomped his feet and cursed Yuan Jiu, who had gone far away, and had to hang his head and accept his fate......