Under the majestic pass, thousands of people were fighting on the blood-soaked battlefield.

Almost every few days, a group of cultivators would come to block the reinforcement of the pass.

Meditation increases its strength by killing the Onmyoji, and can receive a generous bounty.

Similarly, the Onmyoji killing the meditation cultivator can also increase his strength and can gain contribution points.

"We really can't fight like this." Nangong Haoran stood on the city wall of the pass, his black and white hair dancing without wind, he sighed lightly, his eyes worried.

"If you can't fight, you have to fight, during this time, our exploration of the netherworld has also continued to make new discoveries, and we have gained a lot, and moreover, after those second- and third-level onmyoji are thrown on this battlefield, their strength has increased amazingly, as long as they survive a few rounds and absorb enough energy from the meditation body, they will soon be able to break through to the intermediate onmyoji, if they are outside, it will take five or six years to be considered less." Qian Shu trembled and said with a fat body.

"That's just as well." Nangong Haoran nodded.

"I heard that the Netherworld Crack in Nansu is a little abnormal, and some people above say that it is estimated that it will also tear the space and produce a crack that leads directly to the Netherworld." Qian Shu said suddenly.

Nangong Haoran looked solemn and said: "If we open another opening, the pressure on us will be even greater, Nansu is not cooler than Xisu, where the population is dense and it is a large economic region, if there is a mistake there, it will be over." ”

"Hey, that person is so familiar." Qian Shu said suddenly.

I saw that in the middle of the battlefield, an onmyoji was walking towards the city wall in no hurry, and at this time, a meditation cultivator slashed at his neck from behind, and with a wave of his backhand, a broken spirit seal suppressed it, and the head of this meditation cultivator was instantly flattened, falling to the ground like a broken sack.

This person went all the way, killed all the way, and when he got to the back, no cultivator dared to attack him at all.

"Blood Demon Knife, it's Qin Feng!" Nangong Haoran was shocked, Qin Feng was sent out as a dark chess, but now he came back alone, and this body was so angry that even he was surprised.

The fat on Qian Shu's face trembled, and his expression became solemn.

I went to the city wall alone, and stepped on the secret ladder to go up the wall.

Nangong Haoran and Qian Shu stared at me, and both of them looked at me as if they were speechless.

Indeed, I look a little miserable now.

After being tortured by the Underworld, although the wound heals, it will not leave no trace like an ordinary wound.

I can still see red scars on my forehead, face, nose and even the corners of my mouth.

These scars may not be able to disappear for a year or two, and maybe they will be reborn after reaching the Grandmaster Realm, so that they can return to normal.

"What? How many more scars do you know? I laughed.

But Nangong Haoran and Qian Shu were chilled by my smile, which was actually not terrifying, but there was a trace of evil under the scar.

It's just that there is always a smell of blood, as if the devil who has crawled out of hell is smiling at you.

"Brother Qin......" Nangong Haoran said in a dumb voice, he knew that only people who had experienced hellish pain would have this feeling.

When it comes to killing, no one who survived here has killed less, but no one will have this feeling on Qin Feng's body.

"Is there any wine?" I interrupted him and asked.

"Yes, I just got a few boxes of special supplies, and I'm going to get drunk with Brother Qin today." Qian Shu said.

Three people, a table of dishes, drank in the dark.

Qian Shu's five boxes of wine, a total of thirty bottles, were all drunk.

I fell into a deep sleep and slept for two days and two nights.

Since entering the netherworld, I haven't slept soundly for a day.

It's just that I've slept a long night, but I'm still not stable.

In the dream, that scene still flashed like a flash.

I saw Gao Pingping's tragic death, I saw Yu Hai's tragic death, and even saw the nightingale and ghosts being drowned in the tide of meditation.

Because, the nightingale and the ghost did not even arrive here, and as far as the environment of the netherworld is concerned, they are more than lucky.

I yelled in vain trying to save them, but found that I couldn't reach them.

At that moment, my hand grasped something, smooth and warm.

The landscape around me turned gray and then shattered, and I desperately clung to the warmth, and everything was moving away from me.

Chen Yingenqiao's face was slightly red, her hand was grabbed by me, and she wanted to pump but couldn't pull it out.

Huo Sirui, who was in the house, pretended to tidy up some things, and then walked out and closed the door.

Chen Yingen breathed a long sigh of relief, she could see what was going on between Huo Sirui and me, and she always felt a strange feeling when I held her hand.

Chen Yingen's eyes fell on my face, and her heart throbbed, what kind of tragic experience did she go through to have such a scar.

She stretched out her other hand and landed on my face with a gentle tremble, gently caressing each scar.

The scar is the pain imprinted on the body, and this guy's pain is too much.

Chen Yingen looked at this face, she couldn't move away for a long time, she still remembered the scene when she saw him for the first time, he was still an ordinary doctor, but that mouth, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

It's just that she didn't expect that he would join the ninth game, she saw him grow up rapidly, and in just over two years, he has surpassed her.

Chen Yingen had mixed feelings, and suddenly leaned down slowly like a demon, and her lips were lightly imprinted.

Then, she sat up straight quickly, her heart beating fast.

"I'm crazy!" Chen Yingen broke my hand hard, and then ran away with a red face.

At this time, I opened my eyes, reached out my hand, and touched my lips.

Then, I propped myself up, half-lay on the bed, and lit a cigarette.

The heart hurts a little and the mouth is a little sweet.

After smoking a cigarette, I buried all the frustration and frustration in my heart.

The pain I have experienced will eventually become my treasure, and the ghosts and nightingales should also think in a good direction, and believe that they are still alive if they do not see their bodies.

I got up and started taking a shower.

As I washed, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a delicate body hugged me from behind.

Huo Sirui's face rubbed against my back, and I heard her sobbing softly.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, thinking that I had enough scars on my face, but I didn't expect that the scars on my body were even more exaggerated.

"It hurts." I replied that the physical pain was healed, but this pain had a memory, and he didn't dare to let him recall that pain now.

Huo Sirui's lips kissed each scar lightly, and I could feel her distress.

I turned around, picked up her cheek, and kissed her deeply.

Women are good medicine for men, and they are not bitter, they are sweet!

After a while, I was really relaxed, both physically and mentally.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Huo Sirui asked in my arms.

"Well, go back to the capital." I said, there are some things I have to figure out, the deaths of Gao Pingping and Yu Hai can't be so unclear.

……

The plane landed at the airport in Beijing, and I set foot on the land of Beijing again.

Along the way, many people looked at me twice.

I wore jeans, a T-shirt, and a cap.

The scar on my face is not hidden, although it looks a little scary, but it is actually not ugly, and for many women, there is even a different kind of charm.

On the way, two good-looking women took the initiative to ask me for my mobile phone number, but I was not in the mood to perfunctory them, so I refused directly.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, a middle-aged man with a calm bearing greeted him.

"Qin Shao, I am your housekeeper Zou Xingbang, and I am responsible for your living and daily life in the capital." The middle-aged man said respectfully.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Who asked you to come?" ”

"Back to Qin Shao, it's the eldest lady's arrangement, and the eldest lady is Ling Xinyue." Zou Xingbang said.

Thinking of Ling Xinyue, my forehead and temples fluttered, and I almost forgot that I was also the one who had a last wife.

"Qin Shao, please get in the car." Zou Xingbang opened the door of a luxury nanny car.

I didn't hesitate and got in the car.

"The eldest lady has prepared a set of old mansions in the courtyard of the capital for Qin Shao, presumably Qin Shao will definitely like it." Zou Xingbang said.

"I'll take other women to live, presumably Miss Ling won't care." I said lightly.

Zou Xingbang was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say for a while.