Youyi turned his back to the boundless night and said, "Ghost Heart, don't you plan to explain it?"

"I don't have anything to explain to you!" Hua Jing said coldly, I really don't know why I hate this Youyi so much.

Youyi's smiling gaze turned to the glasses, hooked the corners of his lips and guessed, "No, you sneaked into the palace and let Twilight accompany you into the Blood Mist Swamp, in order to save this person, Ghost Heart took him away!"

"So what?" Hua Jing looked up, his gaze was a little unkind, even if he guessed it.

Youyi stood under the night sky, the breeze blowing, his black hair was shallow, and his black clothes set off his tall and vigorous figure, and his face was cold and stunning.

"Then at this moment, we are caught in the formation, and he suddenly appears here, it is easy to guess, presumably this formation is set up by the ghost's heart, and her purpose is also to deal with you! And we are just implicated! If it weren't for you, Twilight would not have disappeared, and I don't know if she is in danger!" Youyi was very angry, Twilight's whereabouts were unknown, and he was trapped in the formation and couldn't get out.

"Yes, I'll admit it, but now that we're trapped, Twilight could be caught in something else. Huajing bowed her head and admitted all this, although she knew that it might have been designed in advance by the ghost heart and was waiting for her to enter the trap.

But she can't help it, she has to come!

Youyi's voice was hoarse and magnetic, like a magnet that easily sucked into the hearts of others: "So, all this is your fault. ”

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the glasses, and those eyes were full of doubts, questions, and discrepancies.

At this moment, a voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere.

Feng Lan held a dark piece of yellow paper in his hand, walked over and said, "Everyone don't say a word, what do you think I found?"

"What?"

"I just found it on the tribute table in the stone temple, and it says that if you want to get out, you must find the Skin-Painter between us, and kill it! If you can't find it, it will kill you one by one, and time is running out. Feng Lan read out the words on the yellow paper one by one, and his eyes became a little frightened.

"Skinners, among us?" Mu Lan thought about it, and suddenly felt a little incredible, this passage may not be true and may be used to confuse them.

"How is this possible, we have never been separated. Feng Ruoshui couldn't help but hesitate, and looked at the people around him vigilantly, if there was a skin ghost, who would it be.

Yu Qionghai curled the corners of her lips, and there was a bright light in her dark eyes: "Do you think what you said above is true?"

"I think it should be, because the font on it is familiar to me, and it is the handwriting of the ghost heart, I'm afraid it's right. ”

Huajing smiled bitterly, her smile was a little bleak, just now she had confirmed the handwriting and found that it was indeed left by the ghost heart.

"In that case, let's share our opinions. Yu Qionghai continued. Everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere, as if even the air around them had frozen.

Youyi's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he analyzed the content on the yellow paper as he walked: "Our group of people has never been separated until we come to this stone temple and meet this fainted son, could he be a skin ghost!"

Fan Wei's body stiffened, his face turned pale, and he stammered: "I'm not the skin ghost you say, you have to believe me, I'm really not." ”

He's really not, he's been here since he woke up, why doesn't he believe what he says when he looks at other people's eyes?

Hua Jing lowered her eyes and replied softly: "I believe in you!"

"Since you doubt the truth of Fan Wei, I can also doubt you, don't you feel that you have talked too much tonight, and you have been leading the topic to me, if there is a skin ghost, I guess it may be you!"

Youyi pursed her thin lips, and her cold eyes kept staring at the glasses: "Okay, in that case, let's split the two teams! ”

The glasses narrowed her eyes slightly, and a dangerous light flashed from under her eyes.

She didn't expect that Youyi would propose to stand in line at this time, but looking at Fan Wei's sincere eyes and familiar atmosphere, he couldn't be a skin ghost at all.

The handwriting on the paper is also ghostly, and this thing seems very weird. If the Painted Skin Ghost is a condition for breaking the formation, then it means that there must be a Painted Skin Ghost among these people at this moment, or that the Painted Skin Ghost is watching them in the dark.

Fenglan's dark eyes flashed a cold glow, and he took a step back away from the position of the glasses: "I feel that what Youyi said makes sense, after all, Fan Wei is an outsider." ”

Feng Ruoshui looked at the glasses: "I also feel like this, we don't know him, but you are familiar with him." ”

Mu Lan's breath stagnated, and he also made a choice: "Sister Huajing, although I really want to believe you, I choose to stand on Youyi's side in this matter." ”

She sighed, and her calm and gentle eyes also added a little sorrow and helplessness.

It's not that she doesn't choose to stand here in the flower glasses, although she hates Youyi very much, but looking at this matter at the moment, no matter how she looks at it, she feels that Fan Wei's sudden appearance is very abnormal.

"Hehe, I don't blame you for choosing Mu Lan like this, but what about the two of you?" Hua Jing focused her gaze on the remaining two people present, and a thin smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Yu Qionghai's tone was flat, as if he was narrating an inconsequential matter: "Jing'er, I will be on your side." ”

"I'm also on the side of the glasses. He walked over generously towards Yan Yan.

Just when everyone was wary of each other, Fan Wei stood up and spoke solemnly, with a hint of fatigue in his tone: "If all of you doubt me, I can die to prove my innocence!"

"You can't solve the problem if you die, I know you're not stupid!" A deep anger appeared on Hua Jing's beautiful face, and she took Fan Wei's hand and dragged her behind her.

The two sides fell silent for a while, and they went their separate ways to rest.

Youyi leaned under the big tree, his eyes were a little dazed, what he was worried about was not whether he could come out of this formation, but where Dusk Xi was now.

I don't know why a phrase appeared out of thin air in his head.

In ancient times, there was a painted skin, called a ghost, existing in the world, without a shadow and formless, it was painted by resentment, taking people's skin for the body, snatching people's vitality to give the soul, absorbing the essence of the moon, it was a great evil!

At night, all the red lanterns seemed to bloom, and in such a quiet night, rows of red lanterns unfurled, and he even heard crisp laughter, which looked very strange.

Feng Ruoshui was next to Feng Lan, leaning on his shoulder, she suddenly stood up, raised her head to look at the sky, under the gloomy night, the cold wind hit, blowing a lot of sorrow in her heart.

Feeling a little stomachache for a while, she covered her lower abdomen, said something to Fenglan, and then lifted her skirt and walked towards the darkness not far from the stone temple.

With the faint torch in her hand, she was about to unbutton her undershirt when she suddenly noticed a figure shaking not far away.

It was about the night temperature that cooled her eyes, and her eyes were foggy.

The air around her suddenly became quieter, the night darkened, and suddenly a strong wind blew, and the torch in her hand was suddenly extinguished.

Her heart was pounding, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she shouted at the top of her voice, "Brother, come and ......"

Fenglan, who was obviously not far from her, didn't seem to hear her shout, and the rest of the people also fell into their own states, as if she had been forgotten.

At this time, a deep murmur sounded in his ears, cold and infinitely empty, because the sound of the voice knew that it was not made by a human at all.

"You come and ask who I am, and I'll let you go!"

Stunned?

Frightened?

Scared?

Neither.

It was a deep despair, and at this moment, Feng Ruoshui couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, as if someone was holding her heart tightly.

That's it, Skinner!

It must be so, the skin ghost is out, and now it's going to kill her!, you're lonely, and the young lady warms you with a movie