Pitch black night.

There was nothing but pitch black ahead.

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

Yang Qing stared at him, "Why don't you leave?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing's heart was already bitter, as long as he stopped, something would definitely happen, no matter what time it was, few good things happened.

Gradually, they have made friends with misfortune and trouble.

Her eyes were searching, hoping to find something.

The icy cold wind gusted, and the remnants of the leaves were bleak.

No, nothing.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, "Did you feel something?" ”

Wusheng nodded, and a light smoke floated up.

The place where he was standing suddenly exploded, revealing a huge crater.

Pitch black pit, no one.

There is no need to say anything, and there is no need to say more.

"We ......."

Her words could no longer be spoken, she was overwhelmed by fear, drowned.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the little sparks on the dead trees are still shaking, what kind of person is this?

Is it a ghost? Or a military advisor? Or Wanhualou?

Smoke drifted down from the treetops and stood like stone statues on the road.

He caressed Yang Qing's body, her body was already twitching, "Don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

It's nothing, so what's called something?

Yang Qing gasped, clinging to his body, as if he had collapsed, unable to move.

The power of this blow was enough to blow them to powder.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, as if it didn't know anything, and as if it knew everything.

What was going on in his mind?

Are you trying to do your best? Thinking that someone is about to duel him? Soon?

Yang Qing buried her head in his arms, unwilling to say anything more.

The lifeless stone statue walked forward, and in front of it was the cemetery.

Former cemetery.

The long case is gone, the wine is gone, the car is gone, and even the traces on the ground are gone.

It's as if they haven't been here and no one has come.

The remnants of the leaves on the ground flew and rolled, and the lifeless walked towards the tombstone.

The cold, hard tombstones, the names of the three pitch-black people are still there, there is no fire, there is no shining, the struggle and wailing seem to be more intense, the violent struggle, the wail of the resentment and pain of his life.

These three names are the Parting Sword King, the Robe Blood King, and the Destiny Hammer King.

These three names are still there, haven't they been here before? Why is there no trace of it?

Not even the wheel prints on the ground remained.

The military advisor is gone, and the military advisor who has no end in sight of the dragon has disappeared.

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's back, her back was already soaked with cold sweat, "It's okay, don't open your eyes, just sleep in peace." ”

Yang Qing nodded, didn't open her eyes, but couldn't sleep.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue, cold sweat appeared on the corners of his forehead.

In front of the three tombstones, there was one more, two black names carved into the cold, hard bluestone.

These two names are Wusheng and Yang Qing.

One tombstone, two names, someone has buried Wusheng and Yang Qing together.

There is a table in front of their tombstone, a few plates of extreme side dishes, a jar of daughter red, and a few white-flour steamed buns.

The wine in the wine jar is not finished, the ripples are slow, the cold wind floats through, the mouth of the wine jar makes a "buzzing" sound, and a residual leaf floats to the mouth of the altar, and the "buzzing" sound becomes suddenly sharp, suddenly low, and constantly changing.

The paper pressed under the white-flour steamed bun has twitched violently and spasmed violently, as if it has been stimulated by some strange and mysterious thing, and it has been violently unable to help itself.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards their own tombstone, stopping seven feet away.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, no trace of fear, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

Yang Qing didn't open her eyes, she was already screaming, "Don't go over, let's get out of here." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing kissed Wusheng's neck, "I promise you everything, and I can even give birth to 10,000 children for you." ”

There is no life, and nothing can be said anymore.

A man was kneeling in linen and filial piety, kneeling in front of their tombstone, and kept kowtowing.

He kowtowed without sound or much movement, but he was very serious, very careful, very sincere, very enjoyable, and very enjoyable.

His clothes were dripping in the cold wind, and his body did not change at all, and he still kept kowtowing, as if he could kowtow until the sea was dry and the earth was old.

There seems to be nothing in heaven and earth that can stop him from kowtowing, and he seems to have been born to kowtow to them.

There was no voice, no life did not speak, he did not look back.

Who is this? Why do you wear linen and kowtow in front of their tombstones?

Not far away, there was a lonely boat hanging low, and it did not hit the ground.

This man is a welcome pine!

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, the stone statue was silent, staring and poking at the welcome pine like a spear, as if it was going to poke the welcome pine alive.

Yang Qing glanced back, screamed, and softened.

She was so frightened that she was dizzy.

Yingkesong suddenly got up and faced them, his face was not much better, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Welcome Pine."

The welcome pine did not speak, fluttering, floating into the lonely boat, paddling with two oars, floating high.

Silent and unmoving, staring and poking at the welcome pine.

He gritted his teeth and dropped the torch abruptly.

Floating like a light smoke towards their own tomb, their people and the tombstone were finally together.

The torch hit the ground, and the earth exploded suddenly, and everything exploded.

Wusheng was holding Yang Qing, and was suddenly sunk by the explosion and sank into a deep cave.

The tombstones and the people have sunk.

The stone statue stands like a lifeless stone statue, and the stone statue is silent.

Empty eyes stared and poked ahead, and a person and a lantern appeared in front of him.

His smile was demented, and he seemed indescribably sluggish and honest.

This man is a military advisor.

"It's been a long time since I greeted the spear god."

Without saying a word, he kicked the tombstone to him, and he followed.

He caressed the tombstone, as if an amorous girl was caressing the smiling face of her lover.

"Let me go to the spear god one by one, okay."

Wusheng nodded.

"It's great that you're alive."

A smile appeared on his cheeks, "I gave you that wine and food, and I practiced it for you, but it was fake." ”

Silent without life.

"The reason is that I don't want you to go too fast."

"You know the Twelve Docks are staring at me?"

"Yes, so you deliberately left me?"

"Yes, they are good at kung fu, and they are my gift to the god of guns."

"Your gift is special."

The military advisor smiled, "Special people must use special things, I hope the spear god likes it." ”

Silent without life.

"I also know that you don't want to be favored, let alone taken advantage of, so you won't move forward."

Silent without life.

"Twelve in a row, twelve halls, everything has been figured out, the ghost has appeared, and the thunderbolt is coming, so I am waiting for the big ride below."

Silent without life.

"As for this tombstone, I didn't make it."

Silent without life.

"That welcome pine is also fake, not a person in the parting spell."

"Are you so sure?"

The military advisor nodded, "All the people who have the parting spell are transferred by me." ”

"You're very thoughtful."

The military advisor has nodded and smiled, smiling and welcome, and is also inviting.

He had already invited Wusheng to get on the bus, and his cheeks were already full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

"You've found a way to impress me?"

"I don't have to impress the Gun God, because I don't have the slightest need."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't impress, you are better impressed."

Wu Sheng was silent, but he nodded.

The military advisor smiled and said nothing.

They were silent, as if there was no need to say anything more.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing and walked into the carriage.

The carriage galloped without a hint of jolting.

Anyone who is not very familiar with horse-drawn carriages would never do this.

Wusheng approached the fire, the stone statue did not move, the fire was indulgent, and Yang Qing's body gradually became soft and energetic.

She sniffed around without opening her eyes, but she didn't open them, as if she didn't dare to open them.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yes."

She opened her eyes and leaped to the short side.

Nothing has changed here.

Daughter red, cut beef, chicken feet in sauce,......, and plenty of fruit.

The carriage is not as spacious as the room, but it is more thoughtful, meticulous and lovely than most rooms in the world.

Yang Qing was not polite, and he didn't know what politeness was.

She stared at Wusheng, "Actually, you're really big. ”

Silent without life.

"The military advisor of the parting spell will be a coachman for you."

Silent without life.

"It's not an ordinary feeling, it's very stylish."

Silent without life.

"It's also very enjoyable, and no one can enjoy it."

Speechless, already sighing.

"Even those leaders in the rivers and lakes are not as big as you."

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue, his ass facing her.

Yang Qingjiao smiled and was silent.

The carriage was quiet, so quiet that even the swaying of the fire could be heard.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, her cheeks gradually turning red and pink.

She took out an apple and handed it to Wusheng, who did not refuse.

"Did you ask him, where are we going?"

"Nope."

"Why didn't you ask him?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qing was silent.

She stared at the carriage, everything in it, nothing was a lot, but it gave her the feeling that something was missing.

The fire gradually lost its enthusiasm, and her body gradually lost its heat.

Wusheng turned the fire, and the fire gradually became enthusiastic.

"What do you have to say, you can say."

Yang Qing didn't speak, pulled him to the fire, looked at the wound carefully, and lowered his head again.

The chill between heaven and earth is even stronger, and although it is through the thick curtains, it can still be felt.

"If you have anything to say, you can say it, it will be more comfortable."

Yang Qing nodded and stroked his wound, "Why didn't you ask him, where are we going?" ”

Wu Chang sighed, "It's the same everywhere we go, it's all Longtan Tiger's Den, it's the same everywhere." ”

"Aren't you afraid he'll sell us?"

"No, it won't."

"Why?"

"Because we still have use value, he has a guest like me on the side, which is only good for him, not harmful."

Yang Qing was silent.

"If I'm his trouble, he's out of luck."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, this is indeed trouble.

No matter what gang or organization it is, if there is such trouble as Wusheng, it will not be easy.