Wang Cuihua was naturally left at the bottom of the mountain, with the woman who saved Liao. The www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion originally planned to let them go to the nearest sect to wait, but the two insisted on refusing to leave.

The night was getting darker, and the shadows of the dark trees swayed in the night breeze like all kinds of ghosts. The girl named Nie Fu became frightened and unconsciously leaned towards Wang Cuihua's side.

The girl who grew up in the countryside was more courageous, Wang Cuihua said calmly: "Don't be afraid, we will wait at the bottom of the mountain." He patted the dry food on his back and continued: "When my man comes back from the war, he stutters." Looking at her confident appearance, Neff nodded.

Five crossings, forks in five roads. The two of them picked up the wider road and walked for miles, and found a brown boulder, ready to sit down and rest for a while.

At this time, the full moon rose into the sky, the open and bright dirt road looked pale in the moonlight, and the vigorous weeds on the side of the road also shimmered, and the surrounding silence could be heard in the summer insects in the mountains.

"Madame Jiang, look ......," the woman's voice trembled slightly.

Since Nie Fu knew that Wang Cuihua and Jiang Liao were husband and wife, she called Wang Cuihua as Mrs. Jiang, and Wang Cuihua was also used to this kind of title, and she enjoyed it very much. She looked up and saw a faint glow in the dark shadows of the roadside, and as the night breeze flickered and dimmed, a miserable and eerie atmosphere rose on the wide, uninhabited road.

"Isn't it a ghost!?"

"Ghosts are not afraid, they are afraid of people!" Wang Cuihua said: "Let's go over and have a look." ”

Nie Fu didn't want to go, but Wang Cuihua left, and she would be even more scared if she was left alone, so she simply had the courage to drag the corner of Wang Cuihua's clothes like a little maid, and walked towards the fleeting ghostly light.

The white moonlight sprinkled all over the road, and the two women slowly approached the light source, and gradually saw a black shadow swaying in the light, and the streamer suddenly dispersed, turning into thousands of points of light in the air.

The moonlit night is deep, barren mountains and mountains. The ghost shadow was mixed with the flickering light and darkness, Wang Cuihua was bold, holding the short knife that left Liao behind.

When the two of them approached, they found that the black shadow had long hair and a shawl, and those streamers were the ashes of the burning money around them.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" asked Wang Cuihua boldly.

The shadow didn't answer, and turned his head leisurely.

This is a woman's face, thin and beautiful, but revealing a sense of perseverance. The moment she saw this face, Nie Fu was stunned, and suddenly sobbed after observing it carefully.

"Sister, you died unjustly, are you running to give me a dream now?!"

The miserable white face was also stunned suddenly, and he stepped forward to hug Nie Fu's arms, and looked at it carefully face to face.

"Afu! It's you! You're not dead! hehe...... Afu is not dead!hehe......" The long hair trembled, and the hot tears that had already dried rolled down.

The person who burned paper on the side of the road late at night was none other than Nie Fu's sister Nie Rong. In the killing of the Immortal Soul Gate, her sister Nie Rong jumped into the well to escape the catastrophe and committed herself to the Qinglou to perform arts. The charming sister Nie Fu was sold to a restaurant by wicked people and trampled on.

Sister Nie Rong had long known that Xu Feng and others were going to attack the Immortal Soul Gate for Tianxingdao, and they had been burning paper at Wudaokou for the past few days to pay tribute to their relatives who were killed, waiting for the news of revenge. Unexpectedly, he met his sister Neff, who was also waiting here.

The two sisters hugged their heads and cried, counting the hard days after the misfortune of the family, Afu paid on her sister's shoulder, and cried into a tearful person, but her sister was more resolute and kept comforting her sister.

The woman's tears were shallow, and Wang Cuihua also wiped a handful of tears.

"Benefactor, bow down to my sister!" Nie Rong and Nie Fu bowed down to Wang Cuihua, and Wang Cuihua hurriedly joined, and her heart was also happy for their sisters to be reunited.

"Now the Nie family is no longer alone, we are just waiting for Senior Brother Meng, Jiang Zhuangshi to return with revenge, and tell the Nie family to be sacrificed. Nie Rong said firmly.

"Well, sister, our great revenge is about to be avenged!"

"You can also burn some pieces of paper for our parents so that they can know that our sisters are reunited." Nie Rong said.

Nie Fu took the paper money handed over by her sister, and lit it with this faint lamp, and immediately many ashes flashed in the dim night sky.

The paper money that has not been burned out swayed with the breeze, dancing like a fire butterfly, disappearing in the moonlit night.

A few feet away in the grass suddenly shook, and several round strong men walked out of the bushes, and several bright sharp knives were particularly dazzling under the moonlit night.

"Hey...... I said brothers, it's too early to go up and pick up treasures, I'm afraid the war on the mountain will have to wait for a while, and it's idle to be idle, so it's better to play with these three girls!"

"Old Seven, you can also fucking see these broken flowers and willows! I think we still have to wait for the big thing. ”

"You ungrateful bastard! You see that sturdy big girl, his man killed our seven brothers, can you bear it, I can't bear this bad breath!" said the man who was called Lao Qi with a look of righteous indignation.

"Yo, yo...... When did our Seventh Master of the Flower Start to talk about brotherhood, I think it's about the brotherhood in your crotch......!

"Try the fuck again!" The greasy face of the man known as the Seventh Master was full of cold light, and he was carrying a boning knife, and he was about to do it.

"Shut the fuck up!" a man with a bloody scab on his back shouted, and the two of them suddenly stopped talking, glaring angrily at each other.

"Isn't it just three girls, whoever the fuck wants to fuck it, I'm going to recuperate here, don't make a noise!" said the injured man.

Lao Qi's strange round eyes rolled, cursed in a low voice, quietly left everyone, and took advantage of the night to touch the side of the road.

There are only five people left in the eighteen butchers at the moment, and the lost dog looks even more crazy, while the seventh man touches it, the other two butchers look at each other, and at the same time let out a cruel smile, and the fat big hand lifts the greasy pants, and touches them one after the other.

The woman in the glimmer appeared quieter, completely unaware of the danger coming.

In the night, the handle of the boning knife slammed downward, and Nie Fu felt a roar above her head, and her body collapsed in response.

"Little ladies, the master is here!" Lao Qi smiled wickedly and stared at Nie Rong.

Although pale and thin, the elegance and graceful body of everyone's ladies are more and more handsome and beautiful against the backdrop of white filial piety clothes, and there is a unique and weak flavor. The old seven eyes were straight.

This hideous man with a greasy face suddenly appeared in the wilderness, and Nie Rong was shocked. However, she was used to seeing all kinds of people in Liuhuafang, and she immediately calmed down.

"How do you want to play, uncle!" Sweet and provocative words echoed in the night. Few men can resist such temptations.

"Tsk...... Gee...... In the end, I have made chickens, and the quality is high. Obediently come to the uncle's arms and let the uncle serve you in a wide coat. Looking back at Wang Cuihua, he said coldly: "You learn a little bit on the side, and when the master is finished, come back to cool you stupid thing!

Wang Cuihua doesn't like others to ridicule her figure the most, and the obscene man in front of her actually said that she was stupid. A nameless fire rushed straight up, and the short knife in his sleeve was about to slide down slowly, but was stopped by Nie Rong's quick look.

Nie Rong's face showed a burst of seductive softness, although Liuhuafang is not a first-class brothel, but as a famous character in the workshop, Nie Rong still has a little ability to confuse men, but she has always been high-minded and unwilling to show it.

The soft and beautiful face bloomed like a spring flower, and Lao Qi immediately melted into the atmosphere created by the soft woman, a trace of numbness flashed on his body, his legs trembled, and even his lips trembled.

Nie Rong slowly approached, the woman's body fragrance came to her face, her long hair was full of charm, she pulled down her shirt easily, and her rounded fragrant shoulders glowed with porcelain white in the moonlight.

Nie Rong has never seduced a man like this, and for some reason, on this wild road today, facing her enemy, she didn't feel the slightest shyness in her heart, she just felt happy, and she was happy to take revenge.

Lao Qi's excited words were not good: "Just ...... Even if you die...... It's fucking worth it, too. ”

Wang Cuihua is a woman who has killed pigs, and when she was a child, the boys in the village were afraid of the bloody slaughter scene, but she watched it with great interest, and even stepped forward to do it herself. It wasn't until the king came out angry and scolded that he went home in a huff.

The short knife silently crossed an arc, and the thick arm turned a light wind, and Lao Qi had just noticed it, and the expression on his face had not completely changed, and he saw the tip of the knife coming out of his chest.

Before he could scream, he fell to his knees and died.

Nie Rong's charming face immediately turned back to as cold as a blade, from spring flowers to cold ice, such a rapid change, such a huge difference, made Wang Cuihua also stunned.

Wang Cuihua shook her head lightly, signaling Nie Rong not to make a sound, pressing the deceased's shoulder with one hand and gently turning the handle of the short knife with the other. Like killing a pig, the handle of the knife is turned to widen the wound and prevent the pig's blood from spilling everywhere when the knife is drawn.

"Old Seven! Seventh Master...... Rattle...... It's cool, our brother is here to help you!" someone deliberately lowered his voice and shouted evilly.

"Old Seven, squeak, you won't fucking slaughter everyone, you're *corpse, right? Hey...... Hey hey ......"