The night is getting deeper, and the moon is like an ice tray.

The color of loneliness is even stronger.

The fire in the house was gradually dimming and desolate.

Everything seemed quiet and peaceful. But Yang Qing had a very uneasy feeling.

She couldn't say it, she could only feel it, a slight feeling of colic.

She was so colicic that she couldn't sleep.

The thick quilt didn't warm her, and her body was already shaking lightly inside.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

What is it that keeps her from sleeping? Is it Acacia? Is it loneliness? Is it fear?

She didn't know.

Maybe it's because I don't know why I can't sleep.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the dead branches were already shaking.

Looking through the miserable white window paper, it seems that ghost claws are stroking everywhere, caressing the pain and torture in hell.

On the side was Liu Ecstasy, and she didn't seem to feel anything.

She was asleep, delicate sleeping position, gentle, seductive, ecstatic gasps.

No matter what kind of man is in the lonely and lonely moonlight, as long as he takes a look, he can't help but hold her in his arms to cherish and love, and he can't help but be in love and estrus.

Yang Qing is a woman, she didn't hold back, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Liu ecstasy turned over and lay delicately, not feeling anything.

Yang Qing was already sighing, and gradually she didn't feel anything.

A tiredness that penetrated deep into the body, deep into the bone marrow, had gradually drifted up.

It floated so naturally, so gently, more gentle than the bite she kissed the willow ecstasy, gentle and powerless.

She was so gentle and weak that she couldn't open her eyes.

She could only look faintly, looking at everything, everything seemed extremely hazy and blurry.

Hazy and vague, I saw that Liu Ecstasy had been taken away, hugged and put on the table.

She was already screaming and mourning, screaming and mourning under a pitch-black body.

......。

Then she closed her eyes softly, unable to open them or hear.

Pitch-black figures, screaming, mournful voices, hazy, vague .......

What kind of dream is this?

Why is it so hazy, vague, yet so real?

Dreams always have to wake up, and no matter what, there will be times when you wake up.

Yang Qing's back was soaked with cold sweat, and she sat up gasping.

The willow ecstasy is gone.

Not much had changed in the room, the teapot on the table had tumbled to the floor, there were traces of crawling on the windows, and the mud had not yet dried.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, her heart was already panicking.

This is not a dream.

Yang Qing's gaze had already looked down into the mud, and a slender pipe fell from under the window.

Is this a vanity?

This is enough to prove that last night's dark figures, screaming, mournful voices, hazy, vague ......, were real, not dreams.

She gasped and opened the door, but was blocked by a few people, your face was fierce and cruel, but you showed grief and resentment.

Yang Qing stared at them coldly and said coldly. "Who are you?"

They were silent, the knife in their hands was already glowing coldly, a cold, merciless cold light.

"I'm going out."

No one paid attention to her, they locked her up and asked no more.

It's like a prison.

She had slid limply to the ground, as if she had collapsed.

It seemed that she was the only one left in the world.

What about the willow ecstasy? Was it carried away by that dark shadow? What about lifeless? Where is he now? Is it fighting with others?

What about Xiao Meng? This person is very hospitable and will not be so rude to guests.

And where is he?

Cold sweat was pouring from her forehead, and her body was about to collapse.

Her gaze had fallen to the bed, the sheets covered in blood all the way to the ground.

Yang Qing suddenly stretched out her hand.

Suddenly, he froze, frightened by himself.

There was blood on her hands, and the blood was dry.

She had sat down on the ground completely, and no one had come, no one had spoken to her.

What about lifeless? She hoped that Wusheng would come over, come and carry her out of here.

The cold wind is blowing, and the chill is even stronger.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The empty eyes stared and poked at the front like a spear, as if they wanted to stab everything in front of them to death.

He was dead in front of him.

The bones were already stiff and cold.

His hair was gray and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be filled with the hospitality and warmth of his life.

A smile spread across his face, and his gray robe was stained with blood.

Jianghu Meng Wei is dead.

The pink ribbon was already writhing and shaking violently and frantically in her hands, as if it was a rattlesnake in passion and excitement, as if it was about to shake to death and twist out all the loneliness, emptiness, and indescribable ecstasy.

What it brings to others is only parting, the parting of the body, the parting of life, and the parting of eternity.

The strange and mysterious parting seems to be a kind of spell, a spell descended by the demons.

Evil curses, poisonous curses, evil curses.

More than a dozen big men stood on the side, the knives in their hands were unsheathed, and the cold light was shining.

The grief and resentment in his eyes were already fluttering.

Wusheng sighed deeply and was silent.

Did he feel deep regret for this hospitable, warm man? Or are you deeply surprised by this bizarre unsolved case?

No one in the room spoke, as if they had been completely shocked by the strange and mysterious parting, and all their bodies and souls had been cursed alive.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the clothes on the body are already fluttering.

It was as if they had sensed an uneasy, ominous thing approaching them, from which no one could escape.

Because this is a spell from the demons, a parting spell.

Wusheng walked towards the bones, staring and poking at the bones that were already cold like a spear.

"He died peacefully."

"What else do you see?"

A middle-aged scholar with a white face and beard, but his eyes were cold and bright as a cold star, walked in, staring coldly at Wusheng's back, "Wen Tianzong has seen the spear god, what other high opinion does the spear god have?" ”

"His killer was quick."

Wen Tianzong walked over, still holding the file in his hand, and the dark words on the file seemed to have slowly emitted light, a cold, pressing cold light.

The cold light fluttered, and his eyes had fallen on the bones, every corner of the bones.

Years of wandering have taught him a truth, no matter what you do, you must be extremely careful and extremely calm.

So he is unwilling to let go of every detail.

"He didn't go through the painful struggles before he died."

"It may be a blessing to die so peacefully." Wen Tianzong was already envious.

This is indeed worthy of his envy, people always die, and it is different whether they die comfortably or not.

The wait before death is perhaps more intolerable and difficult to face than death.

These are all things that must be experienced to be a dead person, and few people can escape and avoid them, and there are too few and too few experiences to be able to avoid them.

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue, turning around like a stone statue.

He didn't want to look at the dead man again.

Wen Tianzong seemed to have seen through his heart and sighed. "There aren't many people in the world who make such quick moves."

Silent without life.

"Gun God Wusheng is one of them, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Why did you kill him?"

This question was very bland, but it startled everyone in the station.

If it is the gun god who is killed by lifeless, then who will kill the gun god without life? And who can kill him?

"Yes, I killed it, you can come and kill me."

This sentence scared everyone out again, and the heart in their stomachs seemed to jump out at any moment.

Wen Tianzong turned around suddenly, the chill in his eyes was even stronger, but he was still staring at Wusheng very steadily, steady and calm.

The fingers holding the book turned white, and the green tendons on the back of the hand slowly bulged.

But suddenly he smiled again.

"But I know you didn't kill you."

Silent without life.

"Because the spear god is lifeless, he will never be a person in the parting curse."

Silent without life.

"You are one of the few spear gods in the rivers and lakes, how can you be a person in the parting spell."

Silent without life.

"Do you see anything else?"

Silent without life.

Walking forward like a stone statue, no one stopped him, and no one could stop him.

Because he is the god of the spear, most of the people who stopped him and duel him are dead, and no one can escape the miserable doom.

There is no one.

Wen Tianzong didn't look at him, as if he didn't want to look at him.

He sighed slowly, cold sweat broke out on his fingers holding the book, and he turned around.

Then his mind had fallen on the bones, frantically searching for the true cause of death.

There was no wound on the bones, but it was lying in the guest's room, the cigarette pipe fell from under the window, Liu Yi's clothes were untidy, the blood stains on the sheets, and the blood stains on Yang Qing's hands were .......

On the surface, it was Meng who was so angry that he first blew a tube of incense into it, then went in himself, then started with them, and then was killed on the spot.

The blood on Yang Qing's hand was from Liu Ecstasy, and she helped Liu Ecstasy to escape from Meng Wei.

On the surface, this is the case, but in fact everyone thinks so.

Isn't that a perfect explanation? Isn't there a lot of doubts?

Where did the ribbon come from? Isn't this ribbon a sign of a parting spell? And why didn't he have a single wound on his body?

Is it really lifeless?

The spear god Wusheng would not be the person in the parting spell, because he was never such a person.

Cold sweat was already pouring from the corners of Wen Tianzong's forehead, but he didn't stop looking for the cause of death.

Could it be that while they were fighting, another person came in from the window, a person with high kung fu?

This is the one who is in the parting spell.

This explanation is a little better, maybe just a little better.

......。

No one spoke, and more than a dozen big men inside stood solemnly with swords in their hands.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the fire in the house seemed extremely weak.

Wen Tianzhong walked back and forth, he didn't walk fast, but he didn't stop.

His body is like a loom, and he can go on and on forever.

Wusheng picked up Liu Ecstasy and walked into the house, where several big men stood aside.

They all held knives tightly in their hands, knives without scabbards.

The cold light was already fluttering, and the resentment on his face had become thicker.

He didn't say anything, didn't look at them, as if he didn't bother to look at them.

Yang Qing sat in the corner of the wall, as if she had collapsed and collapsed.