Feng poured his heart down the second floor and walked towards the woman's corpse, her body soaked in the dim moonlight.

The night wind was blowing, and the tall fluffy grass swayed above her head, like a ghost writhing a terrifying body.

Chen Zixi carried a lantern to illuminate Feng's heart, and Si Ying was afraid behind Wuchen.

The light of the lantern hit the side of the woman's face, and she seemed to be asleep.

Feng poured her heart into the broken bamboo window on the corpse, and a pile of blood flowed from the blades of grass under her head, and she raised the woman's head to see that the back of her head was covered with blood.

Feng Qian frowned, and pressed the wound under the female corpse's head with his fingers, the wound was slight, and the blood stasis was not serious, but he fell to his death. The deeper her brow furrowed, a strange sensation arose, and she turned over the body to examine it carefully, but there was not a single wound on her body, except for a dry scratch on the palm of her hand.

But where did this large pool of blood come from?

In the rock-heavy and dark alleyway, the moonlight was far away, except for the sound of cranes chirping in the wind, but a rush of footsteps was getting closer and closer, shattering the dead graveyard here.

Forget Chen raised his eyes to look at the dim crescent moon in the sky, his eyebrows and eyes were as light as the dark moon, and he said softly: "There is a story behind people's hearts. ”

Feng stood up and didn't answer, turning his head to look at the alley, but in a moment, the sound of footsteps in the alley reached his ears.

A gorgeously dressed woman was the first to burst out of the crowd, lying on the corpse and crying: "Sister, why can't you think about it so much, your palindrome poem hasn't been embroidered yet, why did you ......leave?"

After crying for a while, the woman raised her face to look at the man behind her, and said, "Xianggong, my sister is dead, what can't I let go......"

The man behind him was illuminated very brightly by the torches of the servants, his eyes swept over the cold face of the woman's corpse and there was no expression, Feng Qian thought to himself, maybe that woman was also an unfavored person when she was alive, otherwise how could she be reported by her husband for murder?

The man stared at the woman's corpse for a while, and suddenly at that moment, Feng Qianxin saw that his expression changed, he seemed to be stunned, and he seemed to be stupid, his limbs trembled involuntarily, he stepped in front of the corpse in two steps, and pulled the gorgeously dressed woman to the side, his wide eyes were suddenly overflowing with intense grief, and he was paralyzed on the ground crying in pain, Feng Tianxin suddenly remembered a word - heartbreaking.

"Xianggong ......" The woman who was pulled aside looked at him in surprise, seemingly a little incredulous.

"Wu Zhutou, my mother is dead, can I take her body back for burial?"

Feng Qianxin had already noticed the head catcher on the side, with gauze wrapped around his head, and rare blood stains on it, his hands were clenched to death, his trembling eyebrows seemed to be trying his best to forbear, his face was pale and bloodless, I don't know if it was the pain of the wound on his head, or the stimulation of seeing something painful and bloody.

"Okay." Halfway through, he spat out a word.

The woman's body was taken away by her husband, and Feng looked at the blood stains on the fluffy grass for a long time, until Lu was heavy in the middle of the night, and Si Ying asked her to leave.

The woman didn't know her name until she died, and she didn't understand why she chose to die like this, why she died right now, and what did she ask her to look up?

Thinking of her proud eyes on the prisoner car, I wanted to help her, but now it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Feng looked back but saw that Chen Zixi and Si Ying were behind her, Si Ying was still carrying everyone's package in her hand, she couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What is this?" ”

"Isn't it a big catcher? I don't stay here to live or die, so I think it's cowardly. ”

Chen Zixi said it so clearly that Si Ying's face couldn't hold it, he pursed his lips, and didn't intend to argue, but grabbed Feng Qianxin's arm, glanced at the blood stains on the ground, and said with palpitations: "After this alley, there is an inn under the water bridge, where the terrain is low and windless. ”

Twin towns are a big wind, it's okay during the day, after three watches, the wind begins to rage, tearing the town, the wind is whimpering, as if someone is crying and laughing madly.

Si Ying stopped under the bridge, listened with bated breath for a while, widened his eyes, pulled Chen Zixi's arm in horror, and said, "It seems that someone is crying." ”

Chen Zixi sneered and chuckled, "It's the wind, where is there a woman crying......"

It's just that after he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed, and he gradually became solemn and said, "It seems that there is really a woman crying......"

"Boom ......"

The woman's cry was carried far away by the wind, and the ripples on the water surface trembled with a fluttering sound, as if from hell.

"Born in the underworld and dissolved...... Why don't you die and go back to the underworld......"

The woman's shrill singing voice came faintly and resentfully, with a cry of grievances, and the hearts of the entanglers suddenly tightened, like a big hand grabbing the heart, Si Ying suddenly fell into Chen Zixi's arms without even a sound.

"Su Mei is attached to painting a stack, and Feng Ruo is drunk and turns a few pages. Who pities the loneliness of a lifetime, writes palindromic poems in dreams......"

The wind gradually dissipated, and the singing of the women suddenly disappeared. Chen Zixi dragged Si Ying's body to Wangchen's side, and said with a solemn face: "I'll take a look." ”

"No need. You'll never be someone who deliberately hides it. Feng took Si Ying with a faint expression, raised his legs and walked towards the inn behind the bridge.

Chen Zixi glanced at Wangchen, Wangchen lowered his eyes and followed her footsteps.

Feng Tianxin suddenly paused, turned back to Wuchen and wondered: "She said palindrome poems?" ”

Forget Chen's long eyelashes drooped, and the moonlight swayed on his fair face, which was a little unreal, and he chuckled a little and said, "Perhaps, that woman has something to ask you." ”

Halfway through, Wangchen suddenly turned his head sideways and asked her, "Do you know why this place is called Twin Towns?" ”

Feng Qian was slightly stunned and then shook his head puzzled, and forgot to sigh: "Because of the two twin women, it's a pity that the last one also died." ”

"Do you know them?" As soon as Feng poured his heart's words, he secretly regretted it, how could he be a little jealous in his words.

Forget the dust was slightly stunned, and for a moment lowered his eyebrows faintly, and said, "It's just hearsay." ”

The three of them dragged the fainted Si Ying towards the inn, but at this time, if someone suddenly turned back, they would find that in the inky night, something was shining, not stars, not the moon, it was a pair of crying red eyes, and sad tears in the eyes.

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The wind continued, Feng was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep anyway, and the woman's dying laughter kept coming from her ears, as if the ghost was crying from hell, very weird, what was weird, she couldn't tell.

I simply sat up and looked at the bright yellow dawn on the horizon outside the window, which was the color of hope.

With a flick of her wrist, the jade soul bottle must have appeared in the palm of her hand.

There has been no lover soul for a long time, Feng poured out his heart and sighed, is there less and less lovers in this world?