People in the distance have no idea that danger is coming. To be precise, I don't care at all.

Bloody dusk, bleak winter. This year's heavy snow has long stopped, the weather is dry and cold, especially after several consecutive sunny days, showing a warm winter weather, the temperature difference between morning and evening is very large, especially at dusk, the surrounding bare one, fallen leaves are piled up, walking on it, making a creaking and boring sound to the extreme.

Peng Cheng walked over quietly, maybe it was too dead silence between heaven and earth, maybe it was that this dusk originally symbolized a different kind of death and cold, although there was no one in the four fields, she still walked very, very carefully, for fear of being discovered by anyone.

However, she soon discovered that this worry was completely unnecessary, and there was not even a human figure around, not even a hare. The weather is cold, except for some huge pines and cypresses, there is hardly a leaf left of the poplar trees common in the north, and the harvested date trees show a strange desolation and misery.

She still didn't let her guard down, and in the distance, a small wooden house was already outside. It was the only place around where you could see green, dozens of tall trees, Peng Cheng couldn't name it, but when he saw the towering momentum, he understood why he hid his seclusion in this place.

She sneered, she was no stranger to this. However, at that time, she had come here quietly in the dark of night, and had never tried to swagger here in broad daylight.

Closer, closer, you can already see the main structure of the cabin, the steeple house, the rough building...... It may have been abandoned when the hunters were hunting.

At this time, the house was facing many abandoned grottoes in front of the mountain, and the craftsmen had already evacuated, and the withered weeds and wild artemisia dried up and surrounded the entire perimeter, showing a kind of death atmosphere that was extremely decadent.

Princess Pengcheng didn't dare to go any further, she quietly held the dagger and looked at the last bit of sunset in the west. Soon, the sunset reached the top of the bare date tree, and further down, the sky was already covered with a layer of lilac clouds, which looked extremely graceful.

Such a beautiful night, but a murderous and bleak night.

She laughed, a hint of cruelty on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a burst of music in my ears. She was shocked in her heart, this voice was like a flute, but it was unusually vicissitudes, as if the person who played it, and his mood was as desolate as ashes.

Even if she is separated from such a distance, she can't see that person at all, but the image brought by the sound of this flute is clear and distinct, like a colorful picture, spreading and rolling in her heart little by little, the layers are clear, and the water is full of gold, as if a person, to the end of the road, has a great love for everything in this world, and has a great abandonment.

It was from inside the house that the sound came from.

She took a few steps, condescendingly hiding behind a large tree and watching.

In the clearing of the forest, there was an extremely rough chair, and a man sat in the middle. He was evidently very tired and very emaciated, and at this moment, he was holding a very strange instrument in his hand, and when he approached, he realized that it was made of a few leaves.

She had never seen anyone with a leaf to play such a bleak tune.

As it got closer, the music became very, very low, as if a person had exhausted all his strength, but could no longer play the last coda loudly. He let go of his hand very tiredly, and the whole person fell back into his chair.

Peng Cheng was overjoyed, and tiptoed in.

It was less than three meters away from the chair. She stopped. The man's flute had ceased completely, and the aftermath had a little trembling tail note in the sky.

She clenched the dagger and suddenly realized that people are music, and that a person can play with as much strength as he lives. However, this person is even weak to play, and obviously the strength to survive is also extremely weak.

Before, she was still afraid, after all, this man was very powerful. No one knew that he was strong in martial arts before, and only thought that he was respected and respected, but so many times of chasing and fleeing had made no one dare to ignore the extremely terrifying explosive strength on him.

She tried to take a few more steps.

The man still had his back to him, unconscious, and his hands hung limply, as if he had turned a deaf ear to everything outside the world. Her heart moved, and suddenly the footsteps became a little heavier, and the fallen leaves on the ground were already creaking...... It was as if there were small animals passing through the woods; It was as if there was a dark night passing through the wind, as if a heavy cold air was drifting down one after another......

However, the man was still unconscious, and he still hung limply in his chair, deaf to all the impending doom.

Peng Cheng's hands trembled with excitement.

As long as this dagger is pierced...... Just stab out...... She was convinced that the man was completely vulnerable...... He was bound to fall, right under her dagger. In this life, it was the first time in her life that she killed someone with her own hands.

Although the king of Xianyang raised many dead soldiers, although she grew up in intrigue since she was a child...... However, it is the turn to kill with your own hands...... It was her first time.

In the palms of his hands, he was already sweating. She flew up and rushed almost incredibly fast...... There was no resistance, no accidents, and even the hired valet was gone.

Peng Cheng's dagger was against the major artery in his neck, and as long as his hand was crooked, a person's life ended very slightly.

However, the man remained motionless.

Peng Cheng's heart beat even harder. Her eyes widened, as if between heaven and earth, there was only one heartbeat left for her deng_deng and wait, that person actually had no heartbeat, no temperature...... His whole body exuded a chill and ice that was even more cruel than the harsh winter...... It's like an imperceptible iceberg, like a dead wood that has been frozen for 10,000 years......

However, listening carefully, he still had a little heartbeat, but it was no longer a heartbeat, but the arteries were slowly, lingering.

At that time, Peng Cheng suddenly had a very strange illusion in his heart - just like this man was not alive at all...... Or rather, most of him is already dead...... It's just because of the only obsession in his heart that he can't breathe for a long time, so that the breath is still slowly rising and falling and wandering in his chest......

She was stunned, and her hands holding the dagger couldn't stab it.

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