The old man wrapped his arms around the boy's body with one hand, encircling his lean body, and then lifted him high with both hands. Cheerful and hearty laughter resounded in front of the house.

The harmonious scene deeply infected Zhu Beichen, who was now outside the matter, watching silently, and the salty liquid flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth.

He'd tasted it too many times, and it didn't come from the steaming pot of thin rice soup, when the food didn't have salt because he couldn't afford it.

The laughter of the grandfather and the little boy seemed to be still in his ears, and Zhu Beichen, who was immersed in the memories of the past, looked confused.

Suddenly, the light in his eyes became more and more vibrant, this is an illusion, time is gone, how can he return to the beginning?

He noticed the two people, one old and one young, smiling, and the corners of their mouths, there was a touch of inadvertent evil. Fake, it's all fake.

Zhu Beichen closed his eyes and tried to calm his emotions. Illusion is not killing, it will only affect your emotions, the truth summarized in the Yin Fu Sutra is deep in his mind, if he is deep in the illusion, in the end he will be unable to extricate himself from the lost, until death.

His eyes are as resolute and resolute as when he was a child!

The illusion changed, Zhu Beichen opened his eyelids lightly, he was still in the thick fog, and he still couldn't see his palm clearly when he stretched out his hand.

Got the wind?

He suspiciously felt the wind coming from the south to the north, the cold and cool gale was like a knife, cutting his own flesh and skin one after another, what a real feeling!

The dense fog gradually dissipated, and the topography of the mountain top was revealed one by one. Why is the sky still dark, where have the sun, moon and stars gone?

Time suddenly flashed back to the second before Zhu Beichen went to bed, Sanqian was still lying on the edge of the boulder, half-leaning on the boulder, his eyelids closed, his facial features buried in his arms, and he was sleepy.

Zhu Beichen was confused, what's going on, has Sanqian never left, it has always been my own hallucination.

A bad feeling came back to him, the scene here was weird, as if something was wrong or unrealistic, but he really couldn't find it.

Holding a scimitar in his right hand and a mini-pistol in his left, he approached the sleeping man step by step. At this time, he would rather not believe anyone, even if this person is really three thousand.

Sanqian was still in a deep sleep, his head still tilted in his arms, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhu Beichen tentatively shouted twice, "Three thousand, three thousand, is that you?" ”

He reached out and slapped his opponent's shoulder tremblingly, once or twice, but there was still no response, Sanqian slept so deeply?

Zhu Beichen was suddenly startled, and finally remembered why he looked at this three thousand weird, his sleeping position, including the stone on his back, was in the previous position, and he had not moved, which was right.

But the man's chest did not rise or fall in the slightest, in other words, the man was not breathing, and he could only call it a corpse.

After a closer look, he was sure that this person was not three thousand at all, no wonder how weird it looked. At night, the corpse was dressed in white, with thin clothes and shoes.

The wind on the top of the mountain is very strong, these are all unreasonable, Sanqian is obviously wearing a black coat, dressed as a black seedling, only to blame the dark night, the undispersed fog, and the previous illusion made Zhu Beichen a little confused, such an obvious difference was stunned for a long time.

Call! Zhu Beichen spat out a turbid breath and slowly retracted his hand, for fear that this thing would move even if it died, and it would be terrible to wake it up.

Zhu Beichen's arm had just been retracted halfway, and the corpse lying on his side immediately stretched out an arm and held his hand tightly.

No, it's alive again, Zhu Beichen sighed unlucky, quickly picked up the gun in his left hand, aimed the muzzle directly at the corpse, pulled the trigger with his index finger, bang, the bullet ejected quickly.

The corpse moved flexibly, and there was no stiffness in the joints. Wouldn't this be too unreasonable, are the joints of dead people so flexible, Zhu Beichen stared at him and couldn't believe it.

The corpse tilted so deftly that bullets grazed its face, and not a drop of blood came out of the scratched skin. Sure enough, it was a dead thing. The corpse's facial features were bloodless, the pupils of his eyes were deep, his lips were white, and his face was hateful.

As soon as the corpse flashed away, pulling Zhu Beichen's arm and letting go, Zhu Beichen staggered back two steps, quickly picked up the scimitar resting next to the stone, and slashed at the dead corpse with a smooth movement.

His gestures deliberately imitated Han Qingxin, the mad girl's previous shots, each move and style were concise and fast, and the blade pointed at it was critical everywhere, like a certain type of knife technique, coherent and practical.

Zhu Beichen's instantaneous memory ability is superb, holding a scimitar, his mind is extremely calm, and he constantly recalls the knife intent in his memory. That kind of sharp knife rhyme, concise knife handling techniques, horizontal cutting, straight slashing and oblique slashing, followed the vital parts of the corpse everywhere.

The corpse jumped left and right, picking up the gap between the blades, avoiding the dangerous edges again and again, and its form looked embarrassed.

Zhu Beichen was annoyed, and several swings of the knife failed, but he forgot the initial fear when he was excited. In my mind, I recalled the details of Han Qingxin's knife when it was retracted, the twisting of the wrists, and the changing rhythm.

Zhu Beichen's limbs followed the group of pictures in his memory, vividly and vividly interpreting the knife technique perfectly.

The memory continues to show, the scimitar in Zhu Beichen's hand is like a part of the body, and the speed of each knife is getting faster and faster, and the landing point of the flat slash is all at the critical point of the dead body, rushing towards the joints of the limbs, larynx and other fatal positions.

The knife gradually locked every landing point within three meters of the corpse, and the next moment, no matter where the corpse jumped, it was bound to be stabbed alive.

A confident smile bloomed on Zhu Beichen's calm face, with his extraordinary memory, the scimitar knife technique performed on the spot was very satisfactory to him, and the corpse jumped for a while and could not get close.

He slashed out with a pretended sword, clenched his left arm into a fist, already predicting the opponent's dodge line in his mind, and hit it with a punch, hitting the dead body's deep left pupil impartially, shocking the opponent back a few steps.

In the midst of complacency, the corpse that had been jumping up and down in front of it for a moment to escape suddenly disappeared, and disappeared out of thin air, leaving an empty air in front of it.

Zhu Beichen couldn't calm down anymore, and searched around in horror, for fear that the thing would come out of the shadows and sneak attack, and the majesty just now would be swept away.

Bang dang!

The crisp sound of sharp objects crashing.

The space around them suddenly dimmed, and the glimmer became fainter and fainter, until finally it disappeared, and the sky and ground were spinning rapidly.

Zhu Beichen's last-minute consciousness: Damn, the hero was knocked on a stick.

(To do a chapter push, for the first time, I hope you understand.) Because I received a bad news today, one of the authors of the founding female frequency: Bei Qingluo passed away, and the same author of the creation is indeed very sad, in this recommendation for her unfinished book, I hope to be recommended by friends who are destined to see it, even if the person is gone, we help her go to the peak, and the girl will go well. Title: Xianmoto Mushuang)