His eyes darkened, and he walked step by step towards the door. The cold air around the body is like the bottom of a river that has been frozen for ten years. He said coldly, I already knew. You set that fire.'"

The corridor was dark and long, and there was not a trace of light in sight. The damp and stuffy air penetrated the bottom of the nose one by one.

I held my breath and crawled to the depths of the tunnel. About half of the incense stick, the front suddenly opened.

It was a slightly longer hall, or rather the antechamber of a cell. Walking along the field, we came to a dungeon.

Apparently this is just, a makeshift misappropriation cell. Because it has no doors, there is only one door frame on the front that is less than one high.

Something was moving in the room. The clatter, the sound of feet stepping on dry wood.

I was half-bent and curled up in the shadows.

A dark shadow, a bean light, moves strangely underground.

It was a man, a man with a rickety, thin body.

The lights flickered and I could only see his back vaguely.

He half-bowed, his eyes gray. His long hair was scattered on both sides, and he was slowly moving towards the door, step by step.

It's a ghost in human form.

He seemed to be very old, very old, and almost coughed his lungs out with one step.

But he was very cold, and he was always sending out unapproachable messages.

The chill that lingered on him was like the bottom of a river that had been frozen for ten years.

After a long time, he moved his lips, and his voice was hoarse and dark. Like a knife that has been dulled for a long time, sharpening its blade on a rough stone.

He said, "Brother Xiaowu, I've come to see you,"

Click, click, click, the sound of feet stepping on dry wood is louder.

The man was scared, and the lantern bearer said every word. He shivered once, and even took the dry wood around him with him.

The lantern man continued, "Aren't you happy, you should be happy. Today, an old friend came to see you. ”

Giggles, clucks......

A strange laugh suddenly exploded in the air.

Giggles, clucks......

The lantern man echoed, and suddenly his shrill laughter stopped.

For a long time, the room was quiet.

He took another step forward with his lamp.

Like a knife that has been dulled for a long time, sharpening its blade on a rough stone.

He said, "Brother Xiaowu, Xing'er is dead,"

Hahahaha~

"Are you happy? You should be happy. This poor woman, at last, is free,"

The occupants of the room seemed frightened, and he babbled and gestured.

Tick, tick, tick......

Tears and snot fell, and the man in the room was indescribably afraid.

Babbling, babbling, babbling......

A hurried tone sounded.

In that angry tone, there was an indictment of an unknowable past.

Babble, babble, that person can't speak.

No, the man couldn't speak.

The lantern man approached again, and the faint light shone into the cell.

Dry wood pile, under the table.

The huddled figure danced like a white skeleton.

"Your heart hurts? Oh? You're still going to have heartache,"

The lantern man stepped forward, and he kicked the man twice.

"You sent her to me in the first place."

The shadow on the ground suddenly stopped moving. The people on the side of the wood were huddled together and buried in the shadows under the table.

"Unfortunately, I won't be in pain," the lantern bearer raised the lamp a little more.

He pointed to his heart and suddenly sneered. Like the last wolf, crying in despair at the corpses of the pack.

"Here, it's empty, it's empty, hahahaha......"

The lantern bearer turned sideways, and the oil lamp in his hand danced in the wind.

He lowered his head: "In this world, there is no resurrection from the dead, there is never only life for life,"

"Brother Xiaowu, you can talk about it, exchange my life for hers, okay?"

His voice suddenly softened, and his hoarse voice became less harsh.

"But I can't bear it, I can't give it up at all."

"I can't bear to die like this, I am reluctant to leave you alone. What will you do if I die, who will come here to bring you food? ”

He spoke touching words, but without a hint of affection.

Slowly, the lantern man squatted down. He placed the oil lamp in his hand on the dark table.

The withered and gray hands were curled up by the wood.

Like a knife that has been dulled for a long time, sharpening its blade on a rough stone.

He said: "Brother Xiaowu, I already knew, twelve years ago,"

"The fire, it's you...... put,"

The shadow on the ground suddenly moved.

There was a low sobbing sound in my ears.

Soon, like a snowball rolling down from the top of a mountain, the cry in my ears became louder and louder.

This seems to be a common occurrence.

The lantern bearer paid no attention to the crying on the ground.

He said very calmly: "Why are you crying again, I am the one who hurts,"

With that, he stepped on the man's foot and twisted it back and forth a few times.

Babbling, babbling, babbling......

Unintelligible words rose up and suddenly shattered to the ground like a beloved gift.

"Boom, Brother Xiaowu," the lantern man brushed the man's hair away, his voice low and hoarse, "Do you know how much it hurts to burn on your body?" ”

"It hurts, like this?" The lantern bearer grabbed the man's arm and jerked the sleeve of the wood-side man back.

An arm peeked out of the air, it was a scarred arm.

The lantern bearer picked up the oil lamp on the table and collapsed into his bare arm.

Sizzle ~ sizzle ~ sizzle.

The air has a sour smell of burnt meat.

Zhaorui turned around and suddenly burrowed into the bottom of the cave.

Like a knife that has been dulled for a long time, sharpening its blade on a rough stone.

He said, "Brother Xiaowu, why did you burn me, why didn't you come to save me,"

The lantern man tugged at his hair, and his voice became even harsher and more terrifying.

He said, "Brother Xiaowu, look at me, look at me." This ghost look, it's all your fault! It's all your fault! ”

"Do you know how much the fire beam hurts, how heavy the fire beam is. My waist is about to break, and my internal organs are about to be burned! Where are you, where are you hiding? Why did you go home by yourself! ”

The lantern bearer kicked and pounded a ball on the ground desperately. He kicked and coughed, and soon fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

He gasped for breath, leaning crookedly against the wall of the table: "I hate others for lying to me the most, twelve years ago you lied to me and gave me a fire,"

"Three years ago, you let Xing'er lie to me and deceived me of my last conscience,"

"Now that she's dead, I'll live with you. Brother Xiaowu, are you happy, we are going to be together again,"

The black group called Xiao Wu couldn't cry anymore. He trembled mechanically, like a broken gear that couldn't find a tooth mark.

"Brother Xiaowu, I'm tired, let's walk together, okay?" The lantern man muttered, "I'm so tired, Brother Xiaowu, Xing'er is waiting!" ”

"Tell me, this time she's going to choose you or me," his voice was hoarse and dark, like a knife that had been dulled for a long time, sharpening its blade on a rough stone.

Poof, poof, poof, knock~

I didn't notice it for a while, and something happened.

A strong bloody gas quickly filled the basement.

Tick tick tick, trickle of blood, long bets. The thin and bony black mass fell to the ground with a thud.

The lantern bearer turned around.

The same before and after.

Dry and unkempt hair, covering the entire face. He leaned over the wall, and the oil lamp shone flickering on his shirt.

The dagger he held in his palm was still ticking bloodlines.

Faceless man.

Jade plate, Dou Zhiwu.

"Who are you?"

"Who exactly did you kill,"

I showed up and walked slowly towards him.

"Hahaha, I'm Ding Wentong, I'm Ding Wentong,"

The faceless man clapped his hands and laughed, and his whole body trembled.

"I killed Miao Xing'er, I killed Dou Zhiwu,"

"Now I'm going to add you!"

He sprang to his feet and lunged straight at me.

A black shadow flew from mid-air.

"Where did the cockroaches come from, they dared to jump in front of the master!"

Zhao Ruili kicked him, and the faceless man slammed into the ground with a thud. The dagger in his hand clattered, and he didn't know where it had rolled.

"Wow, there's a knife,"

Zhaorui patted his chest in surprise and hurriedly examined his wounds.

Handsome, but three seconds.

That's just the kind of person that's it.

I moved my broken steps to the faceless man's side.

My eyes drooped, and I stared at him quietly.

"Who did you kill?"