There are already lights not far away.

It's not very bright, but it's exhilarating enough.

Yang Qing held the cloak tightly, and the cold wind blew on the body, as if it was a knife cutting, cold, cruel and vicious.

It was as if she had been tortured and collapsed and gone mad.

What the hell is so good about this long street? She didn't understand why Wusheng just didn't leave, why didn't she come to the inn? Why not get a good night's sleep?

Stay here and suffer this living sin?

Although she complained vigorously in her heart, her face looked very happy and proud, and it seemed as if it was a pleasure.

The bell on his body was ringing faintly, and it was not pleasant to listen to now, and he was disgusted to hear it.

In the lonely night, the remnant lamp seemed to be a brilliant and brilliant pearl.

Yang Qing pulled her cloak, "Could there be a ghost here?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing pointed to the remnant lamp in front of him, "It seems to be a ghost fire there." ”

Silent without life.

The withered door panel not far away was hula-hula in the cold wind, and the couplets on it had long been white, without a trace of red.

It was as white as the eyes of a dead man, eerie, eerie, and wicked.

The bouquet of wormwood above was faintly patting against the bronze mirror below in the cold wind.

Yang Qing didn't dare to look at it, in the dark night, the bunch of wormwood was easy to think of a lot of inexplicable and strange things.

Not only is it disgusting and annoying, but it is even more frightening and frightening in the night.

She suddenly let go of her cloak and hugged Wusheng.

If you don't speak, it's not that you can't see what you have to say, a smart person doesn't have to listen at all, you can know what the words are by touching them with your hands.

Yang Qing did not speak.

The hand was caressing her body, and her body couldn't help but tell the hand how panicked and frightened she was.

Wusheng sighed softly.

He gently hugged Yang Qing in his arms, "You don't have to be afraid, it's okay." ”

Yang Qing smiled, "I'm not afraid, not afraid at all." ”

This is a lie, a lie can't be a lie, but she said it vaguely, because she didn't want to worry about anything for her.

I don't want to distract Wusheng, everything here is dangerous, and someone will pop up at any time, and then fight with Wusheng.

Wusheng sighed and gently picked her up.

Yang Qing's body trembled vaguely, but her cheeks were already filled with satisfaction.

"You must be hungry, aren't you?"

Yang Qing smiled, "I'm not hungry at all, I don't believe you touch it." ”

But her eyes had drifted to the pearl, where everything seemed peaceful and not dangerous.

Wusheng didn't touch her belly.

The stone statue walked towards the pearl, but it didn't take a few steps, and suddenly floated up.

Suddenly, there was a light underneath.

Knife light.

Wusheng remembered this knife, and he had seen it once during the day.

The light of the sword was already fluttering in the night.

There was no movement of the hand holding the knife, and the knife was already buzzing in the cold wind, as if it was needed and looked forward to.

Is it that the knife will become irritable if it hasn't drunk blood for a long time? Getting buzzy?

The sword is unsheathed, and the man is ahead.

The cold wind howled, and the black hair rolled violently.

"Where are you going?"

Silent without life.

"You'd better not go."

Silent without life.

"You should go back, back into the dark of night."

Silent without life.

"There are a lot of people out there who want to die by your guns and want you to die by their swords."

Silent without life.

The knife was silent.

Isn't silence the beginning of a duel?

It may disappear soon, but it's still exhilarating and surging.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The gun was in his hand, and he never left his hand.

Man has been waiting, waiting for him to make a move, to give excitement and pleasure.

Aren't they about to fight for their lives? A duel is about to begin?

Yang Qing hugged Wusheng tightly, "Put me down, I'll wait for you on the side, okay?" ”

Silent without life.

The empty eyes are darker than the night, but there is no cold night, no ruthlessness of the night, and no cold-blooded night.

He was staring and poking at the man's body, staring at and poking at the knife in his hand.

The knife didn't move, and the hand didn't move, as if he had been poked alive, alive on the cold, hard, merciless earth.

Wusheng suddenly stopped looking at him, and walked towards the broken lamp like a stone statue.

The sword light suddenly flickered.

There are no figures, no superfluous movements, and no superfluous movements.

Only the flash of the murderous sword.

His body, everything about him seemed to be invisible.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and floated up like light smoke, floating not far away.

Standing upright like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, the cloak shaking in the cold wind.

The tip of the spear was bleeding.

Drop by drop, as if it were the saliva of the devil in hell, dripping drop by drop.

The knife "ding" fell to the ground, and the person had fallen down with a miserable cry, "Your gun ......." ”

Wusheng didn't look at him anymore, turned around like a stone statue, and walked towards the broken lamp like a stone statue.

Yang Qing slowly opened her eyes, she stretched out her hand and groped around for her lifeless body, as if she was afraid of finding something.

The faster the hands groped, the more lying and fearful the heart in the stomach became.

The cold wind was blowing, and her hands were shaking violently.

Why did her hands shake violently?

Is your heart afraid? Or have you already touched something?

"I'm fine." Wusheng suddenly hugged her tighter, "His knife is good, but it can't kill me." ”

Yang Qing's hand slowly retracted, gradually becoming very stable, but her voice was already trembling lightly.

She smiled and stared into lifeless eyes, "How good is his knife?" ”

"Better than I believe."

They were closer to the broken lamp, and there was no one under it.

Only ghosts.

The snow-white ghost is fluttering.

Snow-white hair, snow-white hands, snow-white gown, snow-white cheeks, snow-white eyes, snow-white teeth, everything is snow-white.

Standing not far away like a lifeless stone statue, the stone statue was silent.

Yang Qing only glanced at it, and then fainted.

The lifeless stone statue walked over, standing seven feet tall like a stone statue.

The empty eyes stared at and poked at the snow white like spearheads, as if they wanted to poke the snow white to death.

The snow-white lips suddenly opened, and suddenly the tongue stretched out and licked the snow-white lips. "You're human?"

Silent without life.

"Are you alive now?"

Silent without life.

"How long do you want to be a living person?"

Silent without life.

"Is it time to be a ghost?"

Silent without life.

The remnant light was still flickering, and the snow-white body was already shaking, not violent.

The snow-white hand held the snow-white long scoop and stirred, stirring in the snow-white water tank, and the stirring was not violent.

"I know you."

There was already a smile on the snow-white cheeks, and every snow-white wrinkle was full of joy and joy.

"You know me?"

"Are you Meng Po?"

Meng Po smiled, smirking gloomily.

"Are you making Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po nodded.

"It is said that your soup is made with 90,000 tears, 90,000 drops of saliva, 90,000 drops of nose, and 90,000 drops of sweat...... Then it was boiled for eighty-one days with a simmer, stirring 90,000 times,......。 ”

Meng Po smiled.

Everyone's smile is beautiful, but hers is an exception, not only ugly and bad, but also crazy, breaking, even dizzy, and sometimes dead.

"You're not stupid at all."

Silent without life.

"Would you like to try this Meng Po soup?"

Silent without life.

"It's not a regular opportunity."

Silent without life.

"You don't want to try it?"

Silent without life.

"I promise you will forget your troubles, forget your pain, and remember nothing."

Silent without life.

"Why don't you take a bite?"

Without saying a word, he walked over like a stone statue.

Meng Po stood in surprise, and floated motionless on the side in surprise, as if she had froze.

She couldn't figure out why this person was so calm. Why not be afraid at all?

Wusheng walked over and grabbed the scoop in her hand, scooped a scoop of water, and stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Meng Po stared at him stunned, "Why don't you drink?" ”

Silent without life.

He suddenly spilled the soup on the ground, and at that moment, a man suddenly screamed and came out of the ground.

When the man screamed and came out, he was left with a normal body, and the other half was gone.

Meng Po sneered sadly, sneering and rushing towards Wusheng.

Liu ecstasy stared at the pot of dog meat, blinked, and was silent.

Xu Dalu smiled.

He poured a bowl of wine, and looked at it as he drank it.

What kind of amazing secret seems to be in this? It seems that it must be uncovered to be able to sleep comfortably.

Liu was silent, swept by the fire, quietly admiring the flames writhing.

It was a beastly scream and scream from the cold wind.

A man was hanging like dead flesh under a lantern, his eyes were bleeding, and there was no eyeball.

Xu Dalu jumped and had arrived in front of him.

The fellow with him came to him, and the fellow suddenly collapsed, vomiting and vomiting everything.

Maybe he was still young and didn't appreciate such a cruel death.

The cold wind was more intense in the night, and the bones were shaking.

The gray-white shirt was completely dyed red, the muscles on the cheeks were gone, completely shriveled and withered, and a long tongue hung from it, beating its neck incessantly.

Xu Dalu was expressionless, and his back was soaked at some point.

Liu ecstasy stared at them, silent.

There was pity and sympathy in his eyes.

Who is that person? Is it an official man? Who killed him?

She watched from afar, but she couldn't see clearly, and the fellow was lying on the edge of a pool of blood, vomiting incessantly.

Liu ecstasy clearly saw that his back was shaking in the cold wind.

Xu Dalu stood motionless like wood, as if he had really turned into wood.

Liu ecstasy didn't understand.

She didn't come down to take a look, and if she did, maybe she would vomit more.

This is not something that people can bear.

In the private room not far away, the lights were already lit, and the three of them were looking at Xu Dalu and this guy from a distance, with an indescribable pleasure on their cheeks.

Did they already know that their companion was dead? That's why you killed that man?

The chill between heaven and earth was even stronger, and Liu Ecstasy couldn't help but twitch.