Sixty air-dried heads hung from the gates of the ancient city of Loulan, many of them with their eyes wide open, apparently frightened when they died. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the passers-by were all trembling, and as soon as they saw the bloody scene, they hurried to the city.

The guy in the crescent moon inn used a wet mop to mop the ground over and over again, but there was still a faint red on the ground that was difficult to wash, Luo Qiyue sat behind the counter and shook the fan in her hand boredly while complaining: "Du Hehuan, you killed so many of my guests as soon as you came, and when the head hung out, the whole Loulan people saw it, and the blood on the ground can't be cleaned up until now, how will you tell me to do business in the future?"

Du Hehuan sat at the table, the tower-like cook carefully added tea to him, he waved his hand and the cook retreated, and said with a faint smile: "How can the dignified Holy Fire Sect Moon Envoy be the proprietress of the inn?

Glancing at the tower-like cook and the thin man like a bamboo pole, he looked at the guy who was a little stupid and said, "Naturally, they are still the masters of the altar of this sect."

Luo Qiyue bent down and covered her mouth and giggled: "The sect leader is resurrected and regrouped?

Du Hehuan said: "Serve the moon envoy, be careful to speak, this seat has not asked about your sin, I heard people insult this religion, you actually ignored it, laughed freely, do you still have this religion in your heart?"

The cook behind him frowned when he heard this.

Luo Qiyue got up and lifted the wine jug and poured herself a glass of wine, and said: "No, since I knew that Wei Qinghong appointed me as a moon servant just because he wanted to use me as a substitute for the dead ghost and solve the reincarnation curse for Luo Qifei, the Holy Fire Sect is a revenge in my heart."

"Du Hehuan, Wei Qinghong has the grace of reinvention for you, you are desperate to do things for him, even if he dies, you are loyal to him, I Luo Qiyue admires him, but he plays with me like this, you still want me to do things for the Holy Fire Sect, but it is too difficult for a strong man",

Du Hehuan played with the teacup in his hand and said: "Serving the moon envoy, the sect leader is kind to you after all."

"That's why I didn't exterminate the Holy Fire Sect, otherwise, as long as I reveal a little bit of style, those rogues in the desert will immediately kill them."

"As for Du Ban and the God of Wealth, I will help you for the last time in the love of my fellow practitioners in the past, and if you use the Holy Fire Sect to suppress me again, you will force me to be your enemy."

Du Hehuan tapped his finger on the teacup, and finally put down the teacup, stood up and walked outside the house.

Luo Qifei looked at his back and said, "Du Hehuan, you know better than me what the situation of the Holy Fire Sect is now, do you believe it yourself when you say that it can resurrect?"

Du Hehuan said: "In the past, when the sect leader preached, there were neither apologists, four Dharma kings, nor various altars, but only a few believers under his hands, so that he could still start from scratch, so that the holy flame could shine on the earth, and now the four Dharma kings, the holy woman of the apologetic saint is dead, and the remnants of the altars are still there, why can't Dongshan rise again?"

Say goodbye and come out.

Luo Qiyue shook her fan and snorted: "What a madman, it's unreasonable, big man, send those corpses to the border tonight",

"Oh, maybe you went to help him collect his body, maybe you can't do it."

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To the north of Loulan, to the west of the border, this land seems to be isolated from the world all year round, the gray atmosphere is shrouded in the sky, and the tombs below are faintly visible, and this place also looks bleak during the day, and the sunlight is difficult to pass through the gray dust, and at night it is impossible to reach out and lose sight.

People passing by from the outside can often hear the sound of the soil churning inside, the sound of stone monuments colliding, and the howls and wails of unjust souls..... All kinds of legends make this place even more spooky.

Of course, there are also people who are attracted by these stories to enter the inside, but few people can come out alive after entering, and the few people who come out are either frightened crazy or stupid or say that the situation in the land is ten times more terrifying than before, and over time this place has almost become a forbidden place in people's hearts, except for some old monsters and fledgling hairy boys from the pass, the rest of the people are afraid of this place.

People near Loulan are especially afraid of this place.

Du Ban sat on a stake and looked at the bulging graves, his pipe aside, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.

Soon I heard the sound of slight footsteps, and turned my head to see a strange man in a flower robe coming with his hands in his hands.

Du Ban got up, lowered his body a little and said, "Guardian Envoy",

Du Hehuan nodded, glanced at him and said, "What about the God of Wealth?"

Du Ban smiled bitterly: "Let's go, he still says the same thing, the business of the Seven Kingdoms is not done, even the face of the Moon Servant is not sold, but he has prepared all the things that the Guardian Envoy needs, and the disciples of the various altars have also entered the Grievance Land, waiting for the Guardian Envoy to fall",

Du Hehuan bowed slightly, and walked into the place of resentment.

Du Ban sighed secretly in his heart, grabbed his pipe, and followed him with the cloth bag next to the stake.

In the next few days, Loulan Lonely City greets the passing merchants as always, and the Crescent Inn is also doing business as usual, and the merchants who come and go do not have any resistance to this place because of the recent killing, and drink the unpleasant wine here as usual, endure the very poor attitude of the guys, secretly look at the plump figure of the proprietress, and listen to the horse bandits, the rogues boast of the recent harvest, occasionally some people fight with others, blood is splashed on the spot, everyone is also talking and laughing, they have long been used to such days, let them go to the ordinary inn They feel bored.

The proprietress sat behind the counter and silently held her cheeks, counting the days, Du Hehuan has entered the Seven Kingdoms Grievance Land for three days, and the people in the ancient city have said that the Seven Kingdoms Grievance Land is extremely unpeaceful, and there are the roars of grievances every night, and some people have seen that many graves in the grievance land have been cut open.

The corpses sent by the cook that day all disappeared the next day, and Du Hehuan must have started to arrange the Yin and Yang cults.

She got up and looked, and saw that everyone was looking out of the door in a daze, holding cups in their hands, or holding greasy roast lamb legs, and some of the wine in the cups had been spilled and still didn't realize it.

The proprietress turned her head and saw three people pushing the door in, and the two people walking in front of them looked like a middle-aged scribe and the other was a monk in white, and the two of them had extraordinary temperaments.

Walking behind was a woman dressed in red, her face was delicate, like a blooming rose, this suffocating face would never be forgotten by anyone who saw it, and a childish girl in green clothes followed her with a piano obliquely.

She walked into the inn without moving, and the murderous thugs in the inn were also fascinated for a while, and when they came back to their senses, the inn became noisy again, and everyone could see that the atmosphere had become strange, and many people secretly glanced at the woman in red who had already sat down.

The women who come to this place, especially the women who are so stunning that they can easily make men fall in love with their dreams, are very dangerous if they don't have a little ability. (To be continued.) )