A cold wind blows.

The beautiful clothes couldn't help but flutter, as if the lonely, desolate and cold female ghost in hell was telling her pain and torture.

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

There was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking at the half of the boss on the ground like a gun.

Yang Qing couldn't help vomiting.

She couldn't take it anymore, it wasn't something she could bear.

The fire had already been poured out, and before it could rush to the side, it was completely extinguished by the water flowing from the kettle.

The boss was lying by the fire, half of his body remaining.

Yang Qing struggled to control herself and held the cloak, "Who is this?" ”

Silent without life.

"Why did he kill us?"

Silent without life.

"What is this pot of water? Why is it so vicious? ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing suddenly touched Wusheng's chest, and a look of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes, "You ......." ”

Wusheng sighed deeply and stroked Yang Qing's cheek, "I'm fine, you'll be fine." ”

Yang Qing exhaled a deep breath at this time, as if she was about to frighten her just now.

She was so afraid that something would happen to her.

She lives with nothing, she is supposed to live a day, earn a day, and no one knows when she will die.

Life is very hard, so you must cherish it and enjoy the joy and happiness that every day brings to you.

Yang Qing pulled her cloak, "Shouldn't we go?" ”

Silent without life.

His eyes stared at and poked at this half of the boss like a gun, as if he had been attracted.

The water in the pot had run out, and gradually there was no heat, and the smoke had gradually dissipated, and the bones became more hideous, clumsy, and ugly, as if they were the remnants of flesh left over from the bite of a hungry wolf.

Yang Qing looked at the ghostly swaying clothes, and couldn't help but hold her body tightly to lifeless, "We still ......." ”

Before he could say this, he seemed to have been overwhelmed by fear, drowning.

Wusheng sighed deeply and caressed Yang Qing's body, "Are you afraid?" ”

Yang Qing nodded, tears already flashing in her eyes.

"You hate my clothes so much, I won't want them now." She suddenly took off her clothes and walked inside to pick them out.

The cold wind was blowing, and the body was already shaking faintly.

The clothes were also shaking, as if they were grieving and suffering for her.

At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in the shaking clothes.

Knife light.

The sword light suddenly floated towards Yang Qing, and Yang Qing fell down with a scream.

When she opened her eyes, she was outside, in the arms of a man, and her body as hard, calm and steady as a stone statue stood motionless.

The sword light had disappeared, and the figure had suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Wusheng put Yang Qing down and draped the clothes with bells on her body, "This dress is very beautiful, I like it very much." ”

Yang Qing smiled.

At this moment, her heart seemed to be satisfied, and she smiled and threw herself into Wusheng's arms.

"You're not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Yang Qing was silent, caressing his body, and the smile on his cheeks became stronger.

She jumped and jumped up and down, as if it didn't bother her.

Walk inside like a lifeless stone statue.

Yang Qing was taken aback, "You ......." ”

Wusheng took her hand and walked in. "Don't be afraid."

Yang Qing nodded.

She was really afraid, for fear that someone inside would come out and fight with her.

Wusheng stared and poked at the half-left boss, "Do you want to know something?" ”

The beautiful clothes swayed ghostly, the soft, warm sunlight drifted in, without a trace of warmth, and the dim corners of the corners looked extremely eerie and eerie.

Yang Qing stared at the dim corner, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Is there a person there?" ”

"There's no one there."

Yang Qing rubbed her eyes and looked at it again, "It seems that there is really someone there?" ”

"As long as he comes out, he is a person, and if he doesn't come out, he is not a person."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

Because the words that this stone statue sometimes says are not only reasonable, but also funny.

She rang the bell at it, and then the bell, "It looks like there's really no one there." ”

The beating heart in my stomach has subsided.

Wu Sheng was silent, staring at and poking at the half of the bones with his eyes like spears.

Yang Qing held the cloak, "What are you looking at?" ”

Wusheng caressed her body, "The cause of his death." ”

"You see that?"

Without saying a word, he approached the bones and uncovered the face that had not rotted, and half of a woman's face had appeared.

Yang Qing was taken aback and was silent.

Why is the clothing store owner a woman? Why did she disguise herself as a man?

Half of the bones were still rotting, and there was no sign of stopping.

Wusheng moved her head slightly, and there was a needle diagonally stuck behind her, a pitch-black needle.

"This is the poison needle that killed her."

"A shot kills?"

"Yes, a shot kills."

Yang Qing stared at the kettle, the water in it had already run out, "The hot water in that kettle ......." ”

"That's not normal water."

Yang Qing didn't understand, didn't speak, and waited for Wusheng to explain.

"That's bone water."

Yang Qing gritted her teeth lightly, and was speechless in surprise.

This is obviously water, no different from water, why is it so vicious?

Who is this woman? Why do you want to use this method to harm people?

"If we had drunk that glass of water just now."

"It's dead."

"Do you know who that is?"

"Someone who wants to kill us."

Yang Qing smiled, she looked at the ground and blinked, as if she was distressed.

There is not a trace of wrinkles on the half of the cheeks, and the skin is extremely smooth, and it is obviously very well maintained.

"This woman looks beautiful."

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue, staring and poking at the dim place, as if to poke everything there to death.

Suddenly, a man floated out of there, and suddenly disappeared.

Yang Qing was taken aback.

"So there were people there."

"That's not a human, it's a ghost."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, because it was obviously a human, not a ghost.

"If you can't hide, you don't deserve to be a man."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

This is a fallacy, but it is very real.

"Should we ......?"

Wusheng sighed, took Yang Qing's hand, and walked out like a stone statue.

The old woman from the grocery store opposite was smearing the battered clothes on the table, smearing the worn-out clothes on top of it, layer after layer, and when the worn-out clothes on the floor were used up, she leaned the table top in the corner of the wall to let the sun shine.

He slowly sat on the pile of straw at the base of the wall, holding the soles of his shoes, and every time he wore a needle, he seemed very hard, almost gritting his teeth and screaming.

The finished soles are already in the frame not far away, and they are piled up.

The hard work of life is sometimes like a whip, you don't want to do it, but you have to do it well.

For if a man wants to live, he must feed himself.

The lifeless stone statue walked over, stopped not far from her, stared and poked at the old woman.

The old woman didn't look at him, but was pushing the needle awl to the sole of her shoe, and every muscle on her cheek was shaking.

Yang Qing didn't understand.

There's nothing special about this, an old man who is dying in the twilight, what is there to see without life?

He stood as tall as a stone statue, motionless as a stone statue.

Yang Qing pulled the cloak. "Isn't this man hard?"

Silent without life.

The flow of people on the long street has disappeared, and the soft, warm sunlight shines on the long street, making it appear bright and smooth.

The ditch on the side was not deep, but it was full of garbage from the streets, and the melted ice water had dried up and had been completely absorbed by the earth.

You can vaguely see the dark gray leaves inside, which have completely lost the style of the trees in the past.

Yang Qing suddenly took out a silver ticket from his arms and walked towards the old man, but was pulled by Wusheng.

She didn't understand, staring at lifeless.

Without a word, he pulled her behind him.

Yang Qing stared at the old man, there was nothing special about this.

She smiled and shook the bell, "She's so pitiful, I'll give her the silver ticket, okay?" ”

Wusheng didn't let go, turned around like a stone statue, and walked towards the long street.

"You can't get near her."

Yang Qing nodded.

Silent and sighing deeply, staring and poking ahead.

"Let's go find the storyteller, shall we?"

"They're gone."

Yang Qing didn't believe it, and shook her head with a smile.

They didn't go over, how would they know if there was anyone there.

She shook the bell, "I don't believe it. ”

But she had to believe that by the time they arrived, it was empty.

There are no more open-air tea houses.

It was already an open space, and the cold wind swept by, and the messy and broken couplets shook not far away.

Yang Qing was speechless in surprise, she gasped and stared at Wusheng.

She hoped that Wusheng would give an explanation.

Silent, standing like a stone statue, unwilling to let go of her hand at any time.

In the cold wind, there was already a hawker selling pears, and the voice of the shouting was crisp and sharp.

Yang Qing stared at the big girl who walked over slowly, the big basket was full of pears, and there was no one else.

Every finger of the hands is neatly trimmed, and each finger is extremely delicate and slender, "Do you want to buy Sydney?" ”

She had stopped beside Yang Qing, not very close, not very far.

Yang Qing was already staring at her, silent.

The big girl smiled even more on her cheeks, "Do you want to buy Sydney?" ”

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng.

Wusheng was silent and pulled Yang Qing to the back.

Yang Qing is going crazy, is this also a killer? Why not at all?

How could such a cute big girl be a killer?

But she didn't dare to go over, because Wusheng didn't miss a person, and everyone who wanted to kill them didn't want to escape Wusheng's eyes.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards this person, and he didn't walk fast.

The voice of the eldest girl suddenly disappeared, and she was slowly approaching Wusheng, but she was already slowly retreating.

"Are you going to buy Sydney?"

Silent without life.

The eldest girl screamed viciously, "This is the street, what are you doing here without buying things?" ”

Without saying a word, he walked towards her like a stone statue.

She was slowly backing away, too.

"At first glance, you are a poor bastard, a poor bastard with no money, no house, and no use."

Silent without life.

"Seed, go home, don't come out and be embarrassed."

The more she spoke, the more vicious she became, vicious, cruel and cold-blooded.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped up and pounced on the big girl, as if she wanted to strangle her to death.

It was hard to bear, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

Just when the hands were about to touch the eldest girl's neck, a knife suddenly appeared in the eldest girl's hand, and the knife flashed and disappeared suddenly.

The knife "ding" landed.

The man had fallen, limp to the ground, and the cold wind had swept through her, and the hair on her head had been swept away.

This is a bald head.

There were nine bloody spots neatly lined up on the top of the head.

He stared at Wusheng fiercely, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, staring motionlessly.

The gun had slowly retracted, and the tip of the gun was slowly dripping with blood.