The cold wind is blowing, and the pink lanterns are still swaying, I don't know whether to lament or pity.

Drifting like a light smoke.

Seven or eight snow-bright knives flickered, and so did their people.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at them.

They didn't seem to be human, as if they were all beasts in the night, beasts without emotion and without emotion.

The light of the knife became more and more urgent, and the figures drifted more and more slowly, so slow that they seemed to have merged with the night, and their bodies seemed to have disappeared.

There is only sword light, only killing.

Who are they? Why did it suddenly appear?

Why didn't they say a word? Suddenly shot? Is there no need to speak anymore?

Maybe they weren't people, they were wild beasts, they were man-eating beasts, and they were eaten by men.

If they can't eat others, they will be eaten by others.

There is a kind of cannibal on this river.

Silent without life.

Seven or eight knives were even more silent.

Silence is hands-on, desperate, not a duel.

They are slaughter, they are going to slaughter alive.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, staring at Wusheng's eyes, the empty eyes were darker than the night, and gradually showed joy and joy.

What was it that pleased and pleased him? What could have stimulated him? Makes him extremely excited, extremely cheerful? If there is one in the world, it is desperate.

It may not matter to him whether he loses his life or not, what matters is to fight hard, even if it is not a duel.

He was insane.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, she knew that he liked to find a master to duel, and if he didn't duel for a few days, he might go crazy and go crazy.

But she didn't know that he actually liked to be slaughtered, and that this problem might really kill him one day, and she only hoped that this day would come later.

Now that the lantern was getting farther and farther away, the hazy light fluttered more violently in the night.

It was as violent as the heart in his stomach, as if it would jump out of his voice at any moment.

She could only sigh secretly, pray secretly, and pray to God, "Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, can they die quickly?" ......。 ”

The sword light has not stopped, and the sigh of lifelessness has risen.

He stood like a stone statue, sighing.

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, can they die quickly? ......。 ”

"You can open your eyes."

Yang Qing gasped and opened her eyes.

The cloak fluttered slowly in the wind, and the tip of the spear rolled down with blood dripping down.

They were back by the fire, by the wine.

The icy cold wind fluttered, and a dead leaf fell into the wine jar.

Yang Qing jumped up, had already arrived at the wine jar, fished out the dead leaves, and sighed secretly.

"Why did you stop?"

There was no life, and the empty eyes gradually lost a trace of joy, joy, and emotion, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

A knife had appeared in the dark night, and the only knife was left.

The knife flashed, he gritted his teeth, stared at Wusheng, and his eyes revealed an indescribable resentment and resentment.

Yang Qing took a sip of wine and ate another bite of food before turning his head and staring at the knife, "Why are you still alive?" ”

The man was silent, and he seemed to be wondering, why was he still alive?

The residual leaves are fluttering, and the chill between heaven and earth is stronger.

"Know why I didn't kill you?"

The knife stared at lifeless, the stone-like body motionless, and the empty eyes stared and poked at itself like spears.

It was as if he was going mad, he was about to collapse.

Whoever is stared at by these eyes will not feel good, and he is no exception.

He nodded.

Then the knife in his palm "ding" to the ground, his body fell soft like noodles, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The man was dead, and he committed suicide.

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, "You're killing people faster and faster." ”

The wounds on his body had cracked, and the blood had rolled down, "They could live longer." ”

Yang Qingjiao smiled and gently opened the wound and gently rubbed it with wine, "Do you blame me?" ”

"They were cursed to death by you."

Yang Qingjiao smiled and was silent, already a little bitter.

"Who are they?"

"Look for the dead."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, "They are the people of the Twelve Docks?" ”

Without saying a word, he walked over like a stone statue and stripped the man of his clothes.

Two words appeared on his back, blood-red words.

Phantom.

What do these two words mean?

Yang Qing didn't understand, as if she had been stunned. "Is this a code?"

"It's not a code, it's his identity, it's also a mark of an organization."

"What organization?"

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the wound on its body had been wrapped, and a bow had been left on it.

The empty eyes have stared and poked into the distance, the distant horizon.

The dark horizon seems to be the Twelve Docks.

"Twelve in a row, twelve in a row, in a chain, everything is figured out, they are ghosts."

"The ghosts are also their hall?"

"Yes, it's their branch."

"Are they ghosts?"

"They're not ghosts, they're ghosts."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

What Wusheng said was the truth, and now they were ghosts, not ghosts.

Yang Qing handed him a steamed bun, retracted it with a smile, pulled it open, and put some vegetables in it before giving it to him.

This kind of eating reminds her of a person, the Nightfall Flower.

She drank the wine quietly, and her heart seemed to have drifted to the season of flying flowers.

Although the season of flying flowers has passed now, the happiness brought by the falling flowers is still there, so there is a faint pity and pity on her cheeks.

Standing like a living stone statue, silent like a stone statue, it sighed softly.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, "Are we going to the lair of the Twelve Docks?" ”

Silent without life.

"And went and raided their home."

Silent without life.

"It's good for you to talk and say a word."

Yang Qing seemed to be going crazy, this person was as incomprehensible as a stone statue, and as impersonal as a stone statue.

What is a woman most afraid of in the dark of night?

Maybe it's quiet and lonely, she doesn't want to be in the company of quiet and lonely.

Wusheng held out his hands, "It's time for us to go." ”

"Where are we going?"

"Let's go back."

Yang Qing caressed his wounds, "What are we going to do when we go back?" ”

Speechless, walking like a stone statue.

"Isn't there anything interesting there?"

Silent without life.

"Still figured it out, it's more comfortable inside the carriage than outside?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, "You must be thinking about me, aren't you?" ”

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing didn't say anything, it was really uncomfortable to talk alone, it was just as uncomfortable as sleeping alone.

The remnants of the leaves fluttered, and she picked up a piece of ,......。

Her hand let go, and the remnants of the leaves floated away, "We can't go forward, we can only go backwards?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you suspect that the military advisor informed the Twelve Docks of our whereabouts?"

"Yes."

"He wants us to fight, and then easily settle the Twelve Docks?"

"Yes."

"You don't like to be taken advantage of?"

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, staring and poking ahead with empty eyes like spearheads?

What's ahead?