"I seem to have seen you before." Du Zhenyu sat in the car, watching the car gradually leave the city and drive towards the south of the city, he couldn't help but be a little bored, and asked casually.

"My name is Mu Qing." Mu Qing smiled: "I'm just the most ordinary little brother under Fei Ge. ”

Du Zhenyu said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be willing to accompany him to the funeral." ”

Mu Qing frowned and said, "You are too confident, don't you feel that you will never come back this time?" Besides, I'm a person who doesn't like icing on the cake, I'm only willing to send charcoal in the snow, everyone leaves Feige, but I stay. ”

"What a gamble!" Du Zhenyu said lightly: "If you lose, you will be buried with him, and if you win, you can naturally get his reuse." ”

Mu Qing narrowed his eyes: "Life is originally a gamble. ”

"You're good." Du Zhenyu said: "Even if you die, you won't be in pain." ”

Mu Qing snorted coldly and no longer paid attention to Du Zhenyu's crazy words.

Du Zhenyu also stopped talking.

The car gradually moved away from the city and into a deserted road in the southern suburbs, the road was rugged and difficult, and the large bowl-sized gravel could be seen everywhere, and the taxi traveled all the way along the winding road for more than an hour.

It was dark outside the car, and the lights of Banan City could no longer be seen, the sky was full of stars, and at the foot of the mountain, there were faint lights of farmers' houses, but they quickly disappeared from view.

There is no need to look out the car window, just by feeling, Du Zhenyu also knows that the car is crawling in Guangwu Mountain now.

Guangwu Mountain, located in the southern suburbs of Banan City, is more than 20 kilometers away from the city, more than 2,000 meters from the sea, there were many good timber on the mountain, a few years ago it was contracted by a foreign boss to find a relationship, said to breed yellow sheep, as a result of three years, built this simple road, secretly cut down the timber, zuihou rolled the money and escaped.

So the mountain became a barren mountain.

Guangwu Mountain is most famous for its natural fog, and most of the year, the mountain is shrouded in white fog, hence the name Guangwu Mountain.

After crawling for more than an hour, the taxi stopped, and when it came into view, it was surrounded by white fog and the visibility was not high.

Mu Qing was obviously already familiar with this road, and he took Du Zhenyu to find a sheep intestine path in the barren grass and continued to climb to the top of the mountain.

After about half an hour of climbing, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

The tops of the mountain are very flat, as if the peaks of the mountains in the clouds have been cut by a ghostly axe, and the level is unbelievable.

The flat land with a radius of more than ten acres can be seen at a glance, but there is still fog, so standing on this flat is like being on the top of the sea of clouds, not like standing in the world.

Continuing to move forward, gradually, there was a firelight in the distance, the fog was melted by the temperature of the firelight, and it was much lighter, and in the distance, a pile of raging fires appeared in Du Zhenyu's field of vision.

Du Zhenyu frowned, and suddenly stopped more than a hundred meters away from the fire.

I don't know when, Mu Qing has already arrived behind Du Zhenyu, he stood silently and did not urge.

Next to the fire, a man in white squatted there, was bowing his head to concentrate on one thing, next to the fire, a wooden stick more than three meters high stood upright, on the wooden stick, a comatose woman tied to the waist, all the clothes were gone, leaving only a set of underwear.

Du Zhenyu shili is excellent, although he is far away, he can clearly recognize that the woman on the wooden stick is Yang Linlin, and the man squatting on the ground is not Chen Fei, who is it?

There was a surge of qi and blood in his heart, Du Zhenyu tried his best to control it, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and seemed to stabilize his emotions.

The murderous aura loomed, but Du Zhenyu knew that now was not the time to get angry.

In the face of danger, only calmness is the only magic weapon to win.

Mu Qing's hand waved quietly, and a sharp knife in his hand stabbed Du Zhenyu in the back.

His movements were very light and light, without a trace of wind, and the time he grasped was also very good, it was the time when Du Zhenyu closed his eyes to control his emotions.

The sharp knife finally approached Du Zhenyu's back, and the latter seemed to be completely unaware.

A triumphant smile appeared on Mu Qing's face, and his hand suddenly increased its strength, and the speed at which the sharp knife stabbed out doubled.

Finally, the sharp knife reached Du Zhenyu's back, but a trace of doubt appeared on Mu Qing's face.

It seemed that the sharp knife had been inserted into a ball of cotton flowers, and it was as if nothing had been stabbed, which was a strange feeling that made him a little confused.

Then he saw Du Zhenyu's slightly sideways face, and the mocking smile that appeared slightly on his face, so he instinctively felt bad, and then instinctively felt a little panicked.

Mu Qing quickly understood that Weishenme would feel that something was wrong, and he wanted to withdraw his right hand, since it was not good, then he would stop it first.

But his hand did not seem to obey him, and in an instant it was no longer his hand.

His wrist finally had some pain, and the pain became more intense in the next second, and then, the wrist was split in two, and the palm holding the knife suddenly fell to the ground, and the five fingers still tightly grasped the handle of the sharp knife, but the broken wrist was the blood flowing out.

It was only at this time that he realized that a cool breeze was blowing in front of him just now, and there was a flash of bright light, and it was Du Zhenyu wielding a knife.

Because he finally saw Du Zhenyu's knife, it was a very delicate willow leaf flying knife, with a ring on the handle, and a silk scarf tied in the ring, a blood-red silk scarf.

Du Zhenyu turned his head, and the mockery on his face was even stronger, as if he was looking at an idiot.

Mu Qing looked at his right arm a little blankly, the broken part of his wrist was very neat, as if this mountain peak had been flattened, flat and smooth, as if it should have grown like this.

Sen Sen's white bones were still naked in the wind a moment ago, but now they were stained red by the blood flowing from Gugu, and it was impossible to stop zaijian.

Mu Qing suddenly let out a miserable scream, the scream was heartbreaking, fortunately this is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, otherwise this scream suddenly sounded in the middle of the night in the downtown area, it is estimated that it will really scare countless children and can't sleep.

Du Zhenyu frowned, he didn't like such a scream, it was very harsh and uncomfortable.

So his hand waved again, and the light of the knife made Mu Qing's eyes light up, and then Mu Qing's screams stopped abruptly.

Mu Qing's throat seemed to be bounced by a polar red ink line, and the blood mark began to leach blood, first grunt, zuihou sprayed out directly, like the spray of a high-pressure water gun, and it was out of control.

Du Zhenyu didn't dodge, he looked indifferently at Mu Qing's right hand covering his throat, slowly falling, letting the slightly hot and slightly bloody blood splash all over his body, he was also wearing white clothes, at this time the white clothes turned red, and the blood stained his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, and that unusually cold face.

He was motionless, like a sculpture.

Mu Qing fell to the ground, desperately trying to plug the terrible wound in his throat, but in vain, he wanted to say something, as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and his nostrils, ears, and eyes began to bleed.

He didn't say anything in the end, maybe he was desperate, there was some confusion in his eyes, some despair, some remorse, and relief.

Letting go of the left hand that was covering his throat, his hand was already dyed red, and suddenly he saw that his right hand was close at hand, and his left hand reached out to pick it up, but it only stretched out a little, and then he was silent.

Mu Qing died, his eyes couldn't be closed, and until he died, he didn't understand how his knife clearly stabbed Du Zhenyu's body, but Weishenme had no effect, and he didn't see clearly how Du Zhenyu cut his throat with a small flying knife.

"I said, I don't hate you, you could have died happily, you brought it all on yourself!" Du Zhenyu said indifferently.

Squatted down, took out his mobile phone from Mu Qing's arms, put it in his pocket, turned around, and continued to look at Chen Fei not far away.

Chen Fei had been squatting there, he heard the screams behind him, and he didn't need to look back, he also knew that Mu Qing was dead.

But for him, it doesn't matter, the only person he cares about now is dead, and the only thing he wants to do now is to avenge Ali.

As for other things, he didn't care at all.

Du Zhenyu's face was covered with blood at this time, looking like a demon who had just come out of hell, and like a legendary vampire, extremely eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly feeling the tyrannical emotions in his body surging out again, Du Zhenyu's eyes flashed a trace of red mist, he couldn't control it anymore, he put the flying knife in his hand to his mouth, and gently licked the blood on the body of the knife, until the blade that was originally stained red by blood was as smooth as jade again, then he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood near the corner of his mouth clean.

Looking at Chen Fei in the distance, Du Zhenyu's eyes were extremely greedy and cold-blooded, like a hungry wolf seeing a flock of sheep.

He stepped forward and finally stood by Chen Fei's side.

It's strange that the two people who were supposed to meet for 300 rounds of fighting, killing each other and killing each other to kill each other, ended up doing nothing.

Chen Fei squatted there, still very focused on doing his own thing.

It was only now that Du Zhenyu could see what Chen Fei was doing.

In front of him, there was a urn of urns, and in front of it was a spiritual tablet with Ali's name written on it.

In front of the spirit card, there was a large pile of ashes of paper money, and next to it was a large pile of paper money that had not been burned.

Chen Fei patiently took the paper money next to him and burned it one by one, he did it very carefully, his face was buried deeply, and he didn't look up.

Du Zhenyu was standing behind him, and he only needed a knife to kill him, but Du Zhenyu didn't do it.

It is certainly pleasant to kill with a knife, but how can this vent the hatred in your heart?

Chen Fei may have enough confidence in himself, or he guessed Du Zhenyu's thoughts, and burned the paper money unhurriedly, as if he didn't care that Du Zhenyu was standing behind him at all.

Du Zhenyu was a little bored, looked up at Yang Linlin who was tied to the wooden stick, and felt that Yang Linlin's breathing was steady, and his heart was a little settled.

Finally, Chen Fei burned all the paper money, he stood up and glanced up at Du Zhenyu.

Du Zhenyu's pupils contracted violently, and it was only at this time that he really saw the man in filial piety in front of him.

That's right, it's indeed Chen Fei.

But Chen Fei's face was wearing a mask, a very terrifying mask.

On one side of the mask is the face of a Peking Opera veteran, and on the other side is a myriad of skeletons, as if carved on it.

Chen Fei's eyes were exposed outside the mask, and his eyes were very calm, not like facing an enemy, but more like facing a stranger he had never met.

Then, two scimitars appeared in Chen Fei's hands.

The blade of the knife is only more than ten inches, the handle of the knife is wrapped with a thick blood-colored cloth strip, the blade is a semi-circular arc, the two scimitars are put together, just in a perfect circle, the blade is a huge tooth on one side, and the blade is on the other side, all of which are sharp and abnormal, and the cold light is shining.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Chen Fei said lightly.

Du Zhenyu said: "I'm the same, but you really shouldn't use him to blackmail me." ”

"Because I know that she is the person you care about the most, just like Ali is the person I care about the most, Ali died because of you, so I want to kill you with my own hands in front of her, and one thing, I also want to tell you, I fed her a violent aphrodisiac called "Seven Lewd Hehuan Pills", it is estimated that in another twenty minutes, she will wake up, and then her mind will become confused, except for intercourse with men, the gods can't save her, and you can't, so you only have twenty minutes, and after twenty minutes, who is still alive, I don't like her, but I'll rape her in front of you, and then let you be your companions on the Yellow Springs Road!" Chen Fei's words were unusually vicious.

Du Zhenyu's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know that I didn't do it just now?" ”

"You don't have a chance, if you do it, I can easily kill her before I die!" Chen Fei said confidently.

Du Zhenyu sneered: "You are too confident! ”

"If you knew my other identity, you wouldn't say that." Chen Fei's tone was proud.

Du Zhenyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his brows were tightly furrowed: "You are the ghost-faced Shura who ranks seventh on the killer list?" ”

Chen Fei raised the two scimitars in his hand and said, "You finally recognize me!" ”

Du Zhenyu's heart began to sink.