The moonlight secretly looked at the thin fate, the breath of the years was filled with too many regrets, the happier and warmer the memories, the more unable to make the poor person adapt to the loneliness afterward, no matter how sincere the heart, it could not survive the continuous red dust.

The killing no longer brought joy and euphoria to the silver-haired boy, and the pent-up emotions were vented angrily in the blood. He didn't know anything, but because of her, he was willing to try them one by one, learn to be truly guarded, and unconsciously grow into what she expected. In the end, she was not what he thought she was, not what he was worthy of his protection.

Ying woke up from her sleep, because she dreamed of Huan's departure, she lit a candle and came to the yard, the plants in the flower bed had grown a lot taller, but the only cherry blossoms in full bloom were missing, the more she looked forward to it, the more disappointing it was.

Goss was lying on a chair in the red-tiled pavilion, the blood-colored bandages hanging down fluttering lightly with the night breeze, his half-open blurred eyes, regretting in his reminiscences, sinking alone in doubts, the lonely shape, the lonely outline, what kind of brush should be used to depict it, in order to be happy?

Xi Yao was alone, silently walking in the dark alley, losing her love and getting lost in the night.

Xi Yao turned her head, and there were a pair of blood-colored eyes in the depths of the alley, like red lanterns lit up by blood, flickering at the far end of the darkness, but she didn't feel terrible, nor did she feel strange.

"Come here. Xi Yao's voice was soft, calling into the depths that she couldn't see clearly. She crouched down and leaned against the wall of the alley, her heavy heart temporarily relieved.

Out came seven or eight sturdy and tall wolves, arrogant and mighty, not angry but still giving the ferocity of a beast. At this moment, he listened to her surprisingly and came to her side.

I don't know when these wolves have been following Xi Yao since then, keeping a certain distance.

Why am I not afraid of these wolves? Because I am the same, the man said, I am a werewolf. I couldn't explain what I was bumped into, and I couldn't explain to him that I was hunting for food with my mouth open. The people here call him the Grim Reaper, and he is indeed like a god beyond mortals, and even if he is full of evil, he is still an undesecrated and supreme being, and I am a lowly beast, doing filthy things, ripping off the flesh of the living with fangs, and spitting tigers......

The more Xi Yao thought about it, the more sad she became, she raised her arm and hugged a wolf beside her, her body twitched slightly, and she couldn't cry.

Early the next morning, Stygian stood at the mouth of the alley, he looked at the girl sleeping with the wolf with interest, and said with a smile, "When did these wolves of this king become traitors?"

Xi Yao woke up when she heard the voice, but she didn't want to raise her head, even if the other party said that it was his wolf, she didn't want to let go at the moment, and she didn't want to apologize, she asked, "If you are really the king of werewolves, then you must know who I am, right?"

"I really don't know. "The mullions leaned against the wall. Since she is a werewolf, one of her parents must be a werewolf, but none of the werewolves under Hades have ever given birth to this little wolf, where did she come from?

"Even you don't know, sure enough, there's no place for me to stay anywhere, I'm just a superfluous person, hehe......" Xi Yao said sarcastically, closing her eyes again.

At the mouth of the alley, a man suddenly fell down, prostrate at the feet of the mullions, trembling with fear, while another man walked up to the mullions, bowed down respectfully, and said, "My berequent king, the man you want has been brought." ”

The prostrate man was a soothsayer. In this era, it was common for soothsayers to have great respect for soothsayers because they were afraid of the unknown future, and they also respected their own future. However, a strong man like the Stygian only uses the soothsayers as a tool. Thousands of years later, soothsayers retreated to remote and secluded places, limiting their abilities and protecting themselves precisely because of their limitations. Like the later prophet Bus, he was only responsible for divining the future for the master of the transparent people.

The soothsayer looked up and saw a piece of paper dangling and falling, with a woman drawn on it.

"Show the king who the woman in this picture is. "Styx is slightly interested in the person on the paper, perhaps because he can't find her, and he wants to get it even more because he can't get it.

"The woman in the painting?" Xi Yao muttered and repeated the words of the mullions, she looked up, wasn't the person on the paper her?

The soothsayer spread the drawing paper on the ground, took out a jar from the cloth bag he carried with him, and after lighting it, the solid in the jar instantly turned into liquid, he raised his hand and poured the liquid down the face and facial features on the drawing paper, and it was strange to say that the liquid was filamentous, no more, no less, and it was not stopped, thinner than the brush of the painting girl, and more flexible.

With a "bang-" sound, a sudden surge of gas surged from the paper, the shape of which was exactly the shape depicted by the liquid, suspended directly above the paper, and then quickly dispersed and disappeared.

"It is a person who should not have appeared, but has appeared, and it will bring misfortune. But she is blessed by all evil, and by the favor of death, she can transfer her misfortune to others. She is not imprisoned by time, the cycle of cause and effect, and she has no cause and effect, no solution. When the soothsayer finished speaking, even he was astonished, for the first time he had met such a person, and for the first time he had seen such a bizarre thing.

Xi Yao listened to the soothsayer's words, and her eyes widened in confusion, was the person he said really her?

"Oh, then, she's still a man of origins?" said Haktor, with even greater interest, "and she can transfer her misfortune to others, do you mean that she can't be killed, and she can't be destroyed?"

"Not necessarily, being favored by death and blessed are the tipping points of the two extremes. Either you live forever or you die forever, you can be lucky or you are miserable. Just a thought, a line of difference, is possible. ”

The werewolf standing beside the mullpool scolded, "Do you soothsayers talk like that?

Why should he be asked to do this, he didn't understand this?" the soothsayer dared not speak in anger, fearing the werewolf, and continued, "You can't have both, and it's too much. If the blessed power is too strong, it may backfire and lead to extreme misery, but it is not known whether the extreme evil can be extremely fortunate if the root cause of all evil is the first. ”

Xi Yao didn't know why, an extremely familiar name suddenly flashed in her mind-Fan Chen. She stood up abruptly, ran to the soothsayer, and asked, with an expectant, begging look, "Can you tell me who Fan Chen is?"

The soothsayer looked at Xi Yao, she seemed to trust him very much, and respected him very much, this feeling was very honorable and fulfilling, if he knew, he would be willing to tell her, and asked, "I'm not sure, but you can bring him to me to see, maybe I can help you." ”

"I don't know what he looks like at all, I only know the name......" Xi Yao was very disappointed, and was about to cry in disappointment, as if something very important was suddenly snatched away, especially when she heard the soothsayer's words divination her portrait, she felt inexplicably heartbroken.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it. The soothsayer said regretfully.

Stygian glanced at several of his wolves, it was the first time that such a situation had occurred, there were not many of them, only seven or eight, but it was the first time that they had followed the wrong master. Styx looked at Xi Yao and said to the soothsayer, "Look at her, who is she?"

The soothsayer looked at Xi Yao for a while, paused, but refused to reply, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

The person who divined the soothsayer at the beginning was Xi Yao, and she had already heard a lot of words that she couldn't understand. She wanted to know who she was, but she suddenly became afraid, as if the more she knew, the more she couldn't accept it. At first, she was a vampire, and she was able to adapt well, but she turned out to be a werewolf, a brutal beast. Now that she knows more, all of them are things she has never heard of, and she doesn't know how to understand what the truth is behind it, Xi Yao is really scared.

The werewolf urged the soothsayer, "Say, what's the deal?"

The soothsayer hesitated, then said, "This girl is a dead man. ”

"Dead?" "The lattice was slightly surprised, his hand last night clearly untied the clothes of a living person, the living and the dead, could he still not be able to distinguish between the dead?

The werewolf felt that the soothsayer was playing tricks on his esteemed king, and immediately showed two hideous fangs, and he couldn't help but bite the soothsayer. The soothsayers are so frightened that they retreat back again and again, they are good at divination, but they are not good at resisting killing, the law of the jungle is the strongest, although rough and cruel, but often direct and effective, maintaining relative balance and stability in this unfair world.

"He's right, not at all......" Xi Yao understood, all they saw was Su Er's face, and Su Er was indeed dead. Xi Yao stood up and walked away in despair. The seven or eight wolves looked in the direction of Xi Yao's departure, but they turned their heads to look at the mullions, as if asking for the ellion's opinion.

"You have already made a choice, what do you want this king to do?" The mullpool did not stop it, and the wolf heard the words of the mullloton, turned his head and followed Xi Yao.

Xi Yao said to herself all the way, "The person who shouldn't have appeared, but he has appeared...... the misfortune of Weilu Hall recorded in "Three Palaces and Five Mansions", even if he leaves alive, he will have to bear the misfortune of a lifetime, I have been there, but why can't I feel the misfortune? The misfortune I suffered was transferred to others, and I entered the Weilu Hall in order to save me, and the misfortune that I should have suffered was transferred to him? Is his death because of me? That gentle and perfect person died because of me...... Hehe...... Hehe...... She died because of me, and she became lonely because of me...... Why did I become Su'er? Could Su'er's death also be because of me? Is the misfortune suffered by Goss also because of me? The people who have been around me have suffered from the misfortune I have brought to them, and they don't know ......."