Wang Yongsheng squinted and looked at the chubby innkeeper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Who told you to come?" Wang Yongsheng shouted, although he roared extremely loudly, anyone could see the lust in it.

Obviously, the innkeeper was a little afraid of this madman, he subconsciously paused, but after a while, he continued to walk towards Wang Yongsheng.

"Wang Chen, it's been ten years, and now you are the weakest." The innkeeper said.

"What? You want to kill me? Don't forget who saved you in the first place! Wang Yongsheng shouted hysterically, "You should thank me, I am your savior, and your life is mine."

"But I can't forget who killed more than 300 people in our village!" The innkeeper also yelled, "You owe me!" ”。

"It was I who received you into the village, and it was I who accidentally revealed the story of that flute, do you know how I have watched those who I buried with my own hands come back to life again all these years, and then become murderous demons at midnight?"

"I thought about suicide countless times, every day when night came, I watched my loved ones, watched them come back to life and die, and slowly I became an outlier in this village, and you should have killed me in the first place."

The innkeeper slowly walked towards Wang Yongsheng, who turned into a child, "I know more about this flute than you do, and I know that when I tell you that it can make people immortal, you will definitely want to practice it, especially after you use it for the first time and have been drained of fifty years of life." ”

Out of nowhere, the innkeeper took out a strange stone, the surface of this stone seemed to have countless ant holes, black and white, and smashed into the flute with lightning speed, and was about to hit it but was shaken open by a cloud of blood.

Xu Mi was also extremely calm at this time, because she knew that she couldn't panic, and when the innkeeper was shaken open and Wang Yongsheng pounced on him and the two were fighting with each other, Xu Mi picked up the stone and smashed it again at the flute that was absorbing Qingming's life.

This time she wasn't shaken away, the stone slammed into the flute accurately, and then there was a crisp sound.

"No!" Wang Yongsheng roared angrily, he gave up the fight with the innkeeper, turned to get the flute, but saw the crack, the crack widened little by little, and then the flute began to shatter.

Wang Yongsheng let out an extremely terrible scream, and then his body began to crack, just like the flute.

The flute slowly shattered into a cloud of red sand and dissipated into the world.

And Wang Yongsheng also slowly turned into fine sand with the dissipation of the flute, slowly dissipating, and before he died, he muttered the word immortality in his mouth.

Picked up Qingming, who had fainted, looked at his miserable face as white as paper, gritted his teeth, Xu Mi cut a wound on his hand, blood was flowing, dripping into Qingming's mouth, her blood was not red, but with a little gold, exuding a fragrance, like a long-standing flower brew, refreshing.

The innkeeper lay on the ground, gasping for air.

When night fell, Qingming finally woke up slowly, he looked at the girl lying next to him, and gently stroked her cheek.

The girl also woke up, her lips were a little pale, Qingming looked at the gauze tied to her hand, and tasted the faint smell of blood in her mouth, which instantly understood.

"Fool." He said pityingly.

"You've always been the one who saved me, and I'm like a burden, I don't talk much, because I rarely talk, I rarely talk since I was a child, but I don't want to be seen as a burden." The girl said.

"You've never been a burden, Xu Mi." Qingming said. "By the way, how did you end up in the square?"

"It was Boss Zhang who took me there, and he said you were in danger." Xu Mi said.

"Boss Zhang?" Qingming tried to recall something, but he didn't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss or if he really fainted at that time, and he had no memory of what happened next.

"It's me." At this time, the innkeeper walked in, "Wang Chen, that is, Wang Yongsheng controls this village, and I am the only survivor in Anping Village, when Wang Chen found me hiding in the attic, but he didn't kill me, I don't know if it's because of his deep repentance." ”

"So, you wrote the diary in the attic?" Qingming asked.

"I wrote it, I thought he would kill me in the end, but I didn't expect him to just look at me from a distance all the time, but he didn't do anything."

Maybe the innkeeper was his last good thought, Qingming thought to himself.

Basalt was the only thing that could shatter the magic flute, something that Wang Chen never knew.

He had always wanted eternal life because he had witnessed so much death that he began to fear death.

God said,

When you are scared to the extreme, you will go crazy,

Those who are crazy to the extreme will be demons.