At the end of the unitary period, the sky gradually got dark.

It is already the time to hold the lamp, the four courtyards of the palace are brightly lit, however, the palace has not lost the vigor of the past, the whole house is lifeless, the whole house is full of dark faces, everyone is panicked, all day long, the people who come and go are in a hurry, after doing the work in their hands, all hide in the house and refuse to go out, everyone is in danger.

The crying in the open space was incessant at night, but the pond was still digging in full swing.

Finally, the big pit in the pond had been almost dug that day, and the young lady Baguio hooked her lips with satisfaction and chuckled, and the team instructed the new housekeeper, a young man: "Go, drain the water of the water devouring river with an iron pipe, and I will let this pond be completed as soon as possible." ”

The housekeeper nodded earnestly, and Baguio looked at the dark pit, hooking his lips and smiling with great pleasure.

It's also surprisingly fast, when the open space where the ghost cries every day is being diverted with water, the ghost cry never appears again.

The people in the palace finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they could finally live a peaceful life, and this pool was naturally respected by the palace as a god.

Feng snorted coldly, she never believed that there were really ghosts and gods in this world, whether it was the cry in the pool, or the four people who were killed, and Fengyue who was buried under the open space three years ago, there was an inevitable connection.

She must find out the murderer hiding in the shadows, and she wants to see if he really has three heads and six arms.

The sky was a little weird this night.

Feng Qianxin stood at the door of the county mortuary and looked up at the sky.

She had never seen such a terrible sky, the clouds were thick, endless, unpredictable, rolling like a nightmare, the moon was hidden behind the clouds and could not be seen clearly, it was pitch black, and the wind around her was hoarse and whimpering, as if there were countless unjust souls and wild ghosts crying.

"Is this really the sky?" Si Ying couldn't help but be frightened, looked at Feng Qianxin and said, "Tonight...... Yes, will it be dangerous? ”

"Are you scared?" Feng leaned into him and asked rhetorically.

Si Ying shrugged his shoulders, stared at him and argued: "You are not afraid of a woman, what am I afraid of?" ”

"Where's Chen Zixi?"

Si Ying frowned and said, "I haven't seen him since he saw his grandmother, right......" He approached her and whispered: "Chen Zixi seems to be injured." ”

"Hurt?"

"Yes, it seems that after meeting his grandmother, I found out that he was injured, and it seems to be very serious......"

Feng tilted his eyebrows and groaned slightly, "Who is that old woman?" ”

Si Ying shook her head and said, "I don't know, but she is really treacherous, you see that she controls the gray and black snake in her hand and obeys her orders, which shows that she is not simple." ”

Feng remembers her words in the alley next to the brothel that day, and she said that she went back to beg her.

What exactly did she mean by that?

Feng tilted his head and stopped thinking, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so why take precautions.

Feng leaned her heart on the roof, her dark clothes seemed to melt into the night, and the terrifying aura approached her little by little, she knew that he would come.

Definitely.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and Feng couldn't help but stand up, and saw black smoke billowing over the palace in the west of the city, and crowds of people in the streets and alleys, rushing to run and shout 'The palace is out of water'.

It turned out that he was waiting for her here.

"What should I do?" Si Ying, who was hidden not far from the mortuary, stood at the door and looked up at her, and said hurriedly.

"You take Chen San and a few people to the palace to save people, and I will wait for him here!" At the moment, Feng Qianxin can only arrange it like this.

"No, the murderer is ruthless, if you are not his opponent, wouldn't you be in danger?"

"Don't worry." Feng Qian smiled lightly at him: "I won't fight with him." ”

The fire of the palace burned more vigorously, and the fire became more intense, and in the midst of the fire, the dim black clouds in the sky were dyed red.

Si Ying was so anxious that she turned around and left, and after taking a step, she still didn't feel at ease and instructed her: "Pour your heart, you have to be careful, don't force everything, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood." ”

The mortuary was as quiet as a graveyard, silent, without a sound.

In the distance, in the near distance, there were eagles and crows flying by, their cries were miserable and sad, and the killing machine that devoured blood and Senhan slowly swept through the mortuary.

Feng's ears moved slightly, and the sound of clattering footsteps sounded on the ground, breaking the deathly silence here.

He finally showed up.

Feng leaned into the preemptive strike, holding a knife flying out of the roof, the blade was as white as snow, as fast as a ghost, and the people in the dark night were too late to be put on the neck by a long knife.

The man immediately raised his hands and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, and Feng leaned his heart to look closely, but it was the county official who looked around.

"How are you!" Feng was shocked.

"Someone threw a note at the door, saying that someone was waiting for me, and I came." Zhang Wang was scared enough.

Feng poured his heart back from the knife, but immediately suddenly, it was really a good way to transfer the tiger away from the mountain.

There was an eerie sneer in the mortuary from a man wrapped in darkness.

There were four people lying quietly in the mortuary room, he looked at a few people with satisfaction, picked up a corner of the white cloth with the tip of a knife, and searched the past one by one, and finally, he found Wang Dalin's body.

His head was divided, his eyes widened unwillingly, and he was still telling how wronged he was in death.

The man slowly stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, leaned over his ear, and whispered slowly: "It's only strange that you know what you shouldn't know, in this earthly world, only the dead can keep secrets." ”

With that, he took out a black pocket from his bosom, put his head in it, turned and jumped out of the window.

As soon as he took a step, a spiked knife forced him back again.

"It's funny, do you think you've succeeded?"

Feng took back the bone knife, walked slowly from the door, looked at the man in black, and muttered with a chuckle.

The face of the man in black in the black gauze was coldly hooked, but he didn't say a word, he put the black pocket on his back, and the horizontal knife in his hand slashed out, bringing a strong anger, and slashed towards Feng Tianxin's right shoulder.

Feng snorted coldly, facing the extremely sharp knife of the black-clothed masked man, she just chuckled slightly, without putting it in her eyes at all, the bone knife in her hand was raised, and she took this sharp knife.

The two blades met, and the twin knives burst out with sparks, and Feng leaned hard to force him towards the wall, and then the blade slashed horizontally, slashing towards his shoulder.

Blood flowed down the tip of the knife like a crimson red bean rolling down.

"That's how you cut off those two arms, right?"

Seeing that the blade was getting deeper and deeper into the flesh, he slanted and turned around, a stream of powder rising from the bottom of his sleeve.

Feng couldn't dodge it, and immediately took a few breaths, and it turned out that he had prepared a third hand.

Feng poured the bone knife into his hand in a panic, but he cut it horizontally, and he chuckled hideously, and his voice seemed to be a deliberate laugh from his throat.

Feng Qianxin's consciousness gradually blurred, and he stepped back step by step, and the man in black pressed forward step by step, raising the knife horizontally, but the blade suddenly turned down.

Feng poured a bitter smile in her heart, she knew that she would be the fifth person tonight, and she just had a body.

It's okay to die like this.

The tip of the knife cut through her flesh,* and she couldn't move.

Feng closed her eyes and felt that her chest was empty, and she found that she had always been alone, and she had never been loved or cared for......

Forget the dust, if she dies, can she cancel everything in this life?

It's a pity that she has no afterlife and can't renew her relationship with you......

"Forget the Dust......

A chill rose from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and a sharp pain took over all of her thoughts.

She suddenly felt the cold chill of the ground, little by little, seep through her muscles, into her bones.

"Why are you so unreassuring......"

The man's voice was shallow and warm, and it turned around her ear and into her heart.

She slowly looked to the right, and a man's figure appeared in the night, he walked unusually calmly, and the gray monk's robe looked out of place in the deep night.

The wind outside the door was very strong, blowing his monk's robe, like a living Bodhisattva who crossed people to save the world, and his eyes that appeared behind the night were as bright as stars.

"Forget the Dust......

The man in black stared at the monk who suddenly appeared, his eyes were blood-red with murderous intent, but he never said a word.

"If you want to kill someone and exchange me for her, how about it?"

He said it gently, although he didn't say it to her, but it turned the coldness that had been erected in her heart with great difficulty was not left at all.

She never had any regrets about loving him, only unwillingness......

The man in black withdrew the knife from Feng Qianxin's body and slashed towards Forgotten Dust, Feng Tianxin was anxious, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body.

"Don't kill him!"

With a snort, Forget Chen's eyebrows were still not half flustered, and what was placed in front of him was the blue sword that suddenly appeared in Chen Zixi's hand?

The man in black turned his head in surprise, Chen Zixi's eyes were burning and angry, and the long sword in his hand was like a cold moon, and the light was cold.

"I'm here to see, who are you?"

After that, he raised his sword and picked it up at him, ignoring the fight between the two, and walked straight towards the house.

The lights in the house were flickering, and the wind was a little pitiful, but the most pitiful thing was the woman lying on the ground unconscious.

Forget Chen squatted down and sighed softly at her: "Where do you still have the appearance of a woman, a knife wound on the left, a sword mark on the right, if any man marries you in the future, wouldn't it be a loss?" ”

Feng wanted to laugh very much, her eyebrows gradually turned into darkness, but she still smiled and said, "Anyway, that person ...... It won't be your ......."

Forget Chen looked at Feng Qianxin who had fainted, his smile spread from his eyes to the corners of his eyebrows like smoke, he picked her up, looked at her tranquil eyebrows and sighed softly: "How do you know...... That person won't be me? ”

Chen Zixi came from outside the house with a sword, looked at the unconscious Feng and said, "She's okay?" ”

Forget the dust glanced at him and said, "Why do you want to let him go?" ”

Chen Zixi lowered his eyebrows slightly and pursed his lips, and forgot to sneer: "Are you afraid that he will be the murderer you believe in your heart?" ”

"The subordinates don't dare!"

"Don't get me wrong."

Forget the dust and leave this sentence and disappear into the night.