That night, Su Muhan repeated his old tricks and prepared to sneak out of the gate of Wolong Valley.

Familiar with the road, Su Muhan quickly deceived the guard's sight, but he didn't want to be bumped into Song Sizhe......

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the summer insects were chirping, and the two looked at each other, speechless, but a little embarrassed.

"Why are you here?"

Su Muhan didn't understand, Song Sizhe was not in Qing Xiu, what was he doing here?

"What are you doing here during the curfew time in Wolong Valley?" Song Sizhe grabbed Su Muhan's hand and asked.

"Hey, I'm here...... Walk? ”

"Walking?"

"That's right! Walk! You see that the scenery of Wolong Valley is so chic and beautiful, I am a girl's home, and I can't help it. ”

Su Muhan opened his eyes and said nonsense, because listening to what Yang Han said today, Song Sizhe was a bit of an official in the Fasting Hall, and he was second only to the three elders in the Fasting Hall.

If the current Song Sizhe knows about such a thing as going out to steal books, I am afraid that there will be no good fruit to eat.

"Since I can't help it, presumably, the scenery of Daming City will be extraordinarily beautiful tonight, right?"

……

Su Muhan was a little embarrassed, no, it was very embarrassing!

It's as if the words 'Daming City' are written on his face, Song Sizhe knows his destination tonight as if nothing happened!

"Haha, what are you talking about! What Daming City? Where is there any Daming City here? Su Muhan pretended to be stupid in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you out."

Song Sizhe stood on the stone tablet next to him, his figure was a little ethereal against the backdrop of the little moonlight: "There is only one way to die if you provoke that national teacher." ”

This guy ......

Sure enough, I know everything......

"Haha, Senior Brother Song, what are you talking nonsense! How can there be any national teacher, by the way, you came just in time, I have some novelty for you here! ”

Su Muhan took the initiative to jump on the stone tablet where Song Sizhe was standing, which was engraved with more than 3,000 rules and precepts of Wolong Valley, and the old-fashioned way was the same as that of some monasteries.

Standing beside Song Sizhe, Su Muhan took out a few pieces of drawing paper in his arms and said:

"Don't you remember who you are? Then if you look at this, maybe you will know who you are, and maybe you can remember me by the way? ”

Song Sizhe took the drawing paper in Su Muhan's hand, the moonlight was unknown, so he could only look at it slightly, and when he looked at it, he only replied with three words:

"Boring, boring, ......"

Song Sizhe wanted to turn his head and return it to Su Muhan, but found that Su Muhan was gone......

"This girl ......"

……

The city of Kyoto is brightly lit, with a lively market, a thriving hustle and bustle, and a staggered mix of lights.

Outside the city walls, there were lonely lanterns, wild graves crying, and there were no pedestrians.

Because all the pedestrians were already hiding in their homes and shivering.

This village called Yejia Village, tonight, someone will die.

Even more terrifying than death is the announcement of death, the announcement of the nameless.

The notice did not bear head, nor did it label anyone's name, except for the bloody words in large letters: Someone died tonight......

There have been countless people who have been generous and laughed at these six words, or burned the notice.

Then the next day, he died, and he died......

In the end, everyone died......

No matter where you flee, no matter how disguised you are, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are chosen, all that awaits you is death, a miserable death, and there is no room for escape......