Slowly release the handle of the knife.

The man had slipped to the ground like mud, and he had slipped motionlessly on the ground.

Yang Qing glanced at this person, but she didn't want to take a second look, she poured a cup of tea and tasted it slowly.

The man's courage was so small, unbelievably small, that she was convinced that he must have fainted from the lack of life.

Being timid is perhaps a good thing, as Wusheng said, at least without suffering a living sin.

She was wrong about that.

Wusheng's hand also let go, and the good knife of the hundred alchemy vajra fell to the ground with a "ding".

He beckoned outside.

Two officials rushed in from outside, and Yang Qing had seen these two people.

Yang Qing deeply remembered that the person in front of her had been frightened by herself, and she greeted him with a smile.

This person also smiled at Yang Qing.

When he looked at Wusheng, his face became ugly, no matter who was stared at by Wusheng like this, he would not see anything good.

Wusheng looked at the man on the ground, and then at him, but did not speak.

didn't speak, and the official in front of him seemed to understand what Wusheng said.

"The little one has seen that this man was killed by a secret weapon, and the key point is the throat."

Wusheng nodded.

Is this man dead on earth?

Yang Qing was surprised, she was a little unconvinced.

With the cup in her hand, she walked over and took a closer look.

The man was really dead, a silver needle stuck diagonally into his throat, and not a single trace of blood flowed.

Yang Qing exclaimed, "This is the Soul Breaking Needle? ”

Wusheng nodded.

The official stared at the man on the ground, the knife, with no expression on his face and no words.

He didn't seem to know what he had to do.

Wusheng stared at this official, "You're not bad. ”

This man's skills may not be bad, but his face has not changed well.

"On the lower path."

Wusheng stared at Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu did not raise his head, staring vaguely at the bones on the ground, as if he was unwilling to face Wu Sheng's eyes. "Your name is Xiaolu?"

"Yes, my name is Xiaolu, the unknown path."

There are many people in the rivers and lakes, in order to become famous, they give very loud nicknames, a little bit of the same name as the sky, not hesitant to live with the sky, not hesitant to sleep with ghosts, in order to become famous, it is simply at all costs.

Why did this person use this nickname? Don't you want to never be famous? Maybe he didn't want to be famous, he was afraid that he would be famous.

When a person becomes famous, he may have a lot of unnecessary troubles, which will more or less make his life unhappy and uneasy.

To live, people must be free and free, so that they can live happily.

Xiaolu obviously knows how to live here.

Yang Qing stared at Xiao Lu's face, "I don't think you're an unknown person. ”

Xiao Lu barely squeezed out a smile, and his smile seemed to be a little sad, "I'm a useless Xiao Lu." ”

Sigh of nothingness.

This person is not a useless person, maybe more useful than Yanxiong, maybe more powerful than Yanxiong.

There is a kind of person in the world, who is obviously very capable, but they make themselves unrecognizable, ugly, and unknown, maybe they don't like to be famous, because once they become famous, there will be a lot of troubles and troubles, this kind of trouble and distress is unavoidable, they know that they are alive, not for trouble and distress to live, but also know that there are many, many things to pursue, and there are many, many things to wait for themselves to enjoy, and there is no time to endure trouble and distress.

Xiaolu may be this kind of person.

Xiao Lu took the bones away and smiled at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, because she found that this person was very free and smart. It's not the worldly kind of cleverness, but the kind of worldly kind of cleverness.

When a person lives to such a state, he may become free to do what he wants, and he is at peace with what he encounters, even when he encounters the worst and most cruel time, his heart is vaguely full of Qionglou, and he is always singing.

Yang Qing drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, staring at Wusheng's cheeks, on this cheek that would never change, was she already sighing something?

"Isn't Xiaolu very capable?"

"At least it's a lot stronger than the road."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, the big road is Xu Dalu.

They are also officials, but their pursuits are very different.

The figures on the long street have gradually become scarce and have gradually disappeared.

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The remnant sun will not set.

In the ruined temple in the west of the city, there is a statue of a god, a futon, an incense burner, several plates of fresh fruits, and two high candles .......

Yang Qing moved the two high candles to the third stone step, and suddenly pounced on Wusheng.

She was so scared that something would happen.

The earth was silent, and the white clouds on the horizon gradually became hazy and dim and mysterious.

Heaven and earth were originally someone else, but now there is.

The man took the broom and walked slowly to the stone steps, sweeping layer after layer, very carefully and slowly.

Wu Sheng was silent, staring and poking at this person.

Wearing loose hair, dressed in shabby robes, a pair of eyes are dull and weak, and his cheeks are pale without a trace of flesh color.

But the hands were shaking, and they held the broom very hard, as if they were straining all the time.

Because if you don't use force, the broom will go away.

He has only four fingers.

Each hand has two fingers, two broken fingers.

He swept and swept and suddenly a drop of saliva fell on the stone steps, but he suddenly fell to the ground, and wiped the drop of saliva clean.

Then he gently lowered the broom and ran to the temple, folded his hands, bowed sincerely, and sincerely prayed for forgiveness.

Yang Qing suddenly shivered, and the chill in the cold wind was not fierce.

Who is this? Why do you live so hard?

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at everything this man had done.

The people inside are still prostrate, still afraid.

The night had gradually appeared, mysterious and weird, and even more strange was the man on the futon.

Suddenly, from behind the idol, the man took out a piece of iron full of nails, each of which was extremely sharp.

Just touch it lightly, and a hole will surely be born.

Yang Qing had closed her eyes, which reminded her of a kind of torture in the yamen.

Ironclad nails.

A torture instrument for extorting confessions, whether the prisoner sits on it or lies on it, life is worse than death.

Why is this vicious torture instrument here?

Who is this? Why sincerely pray for forgiveness? Why do you sincerely pray for punishment?

He suddenly put the iron plate in front of the futon, and he kept hitting it with his head, hitting it very hard.

"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me ......."

His voice was hoarse, low, and eerie, like a witch's spell with the tip of her tongue shaking.

The lifeless stone statue walked in and stood beside him.

Yang Qing closed her eyes, held her cloak, and hid behind Wusheng, her hands trembling fiercely and violently than the man's voice.

The man didn't seem to notice that there was someone nearby.

There was more blood on the iron plate, and his head was twisted and deformed, but he would not stop for a moment.

Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked at this person, "I forgive you." ”

The man suddenly stopped, staring at Wusheng, staring at the scroll in Wusheng's hand.

A smile was already on his face.

That kind of smile was also sluggish and weak, without a trace of strength.

He crawled slowly towards Wusheng, very slowly, but also very sincerely, very carefully.

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

The man sincerely hugged Wusheng's thighs and said sincerely, "Thank you for forgiveness, thank you for forgiveness...... ”

Wusheng didn't seem to see it, and he didn't seem to be too lazy to see it.

Outside, it was even colder, and night had completely fallen on the earth.

The cold wind was still howling.

Yang Qing couldn't stand it anymore, and she gently touched Wusheng's back.

She wished that Wusheng could know how she was feeling at this time.

Speechless, as if he didn't feel anything, the man had suddenly collapsed, in a pool of his own blood.

The blood was still drifting.

But it was no longer visible, and the high candle on the god case was faintly on the third stone steps.

The cold wind is blowing.

Yang Qing didn't open her eyes, as if she didn't dare to open them.

It was the same whether she opened her eyes or not, because it was pitch black in the room, lonely, maddeningly dark.

The sky was dead black.

There is no star, no moon, no light, no light.

The high candles on the stone steps are still burning, but there is no light, and it looks extremely gloomy and evil.

Yang Qing only felt that her feet could no longer move, and she had lost control.

Wusheng stared and poked at the two ghost fires, and the two ghost fires seemed to be staring at him as well.

It seems that only those two ghost fires are swaying in the heavens and the earth.

It's like the eyes of a ghost in hell, appreciating everything in the dark, extremely depressed and satisfied.

His eyes were already fluttering.

There was no life and no movement, as if he was already waiting, waiting for those eyes to appreciate him.

The ghost fire suddenly floated onto the futon, the futon was already ignited, and the cold wind swept by, and the futon burned even more violently.

Each flame did not writhe violently, but it seemed more ghostly and bizarre.

Yang Qing tried to open her eyes, and saw a person lying on the ground, her hair already burning.

The head is completely twisted and deformed.

Wusheng slowly hugged Yang Qing in his arms and caressed her back.

"Are you scared?"

Yang Qing nodded.

She wasn't afraid, but she was really afraid of death.

She couldn't tell if it was her heart beating in her stomach.

The futon has burned out, the darkness has thickened, and the light has faded.

The cold wind swept by, and the ashes had drifted away.

Three words appeared on the ground.

Mass graves.

Yang Qing couldn't stand it anymore, she hissed softly, and the corners of her mouth were already saliva.

Wusheng hugged her hard and floated out like a light smoke.

"You're going to a mass grave?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it ......?"

Wusheng caressed her back, the cold sweat on her back was completely dry, and every bone joint trembled.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be fine."

Yang Qing was silent, as if she could no longer speak.

Wusheng hugged her a little tighter. "The mass grave is not far away, not far away."

Her body was obviously in severe pain, but a smile appeared on her cheeks, "I'm not afraid, not afraid at all, if you want to go, I'll go with you." ”

Wherever he goes, she will follow and will not leave.

Perhaps the most feared thing in the world is to leave him, and nothing else, as if nothing else can frighten him.

Wusheng picked up Yang Qing and walked towards the mass grave.

The name of the mass grave is not wrong, everything is messy.

Almost every tomb is chaotic, as if it is afraid of chaos, as if it wants to prove something to the world.

Some are tall and some are short, some are big and some are small, and some have a dead tree on them, and the dead branches on them are still dancing in the cold wind.

Some of the tombs have almost disappeared, and there are a pile of dead leaves left on them, and you can vaguely see the blue and white tombstone below, and the black text.

Wusheng slowly approached and lifted up the tombstone lying horizontally.

The sky was pitch black, there was no light, and even the white clouds could not give birth to a ray of light.

Not far away, someone was already crying.

Several new tombs have been added here, who is this? How unfortunate it is?

Wusheng walked over and sighed deeply.

This person had turned his head and stared at Wusheng and Yang Qing, tears were still on his cheeks, and the sadness and pain had not faded a bit.

Yang Qing glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaim, "Little flower." ”

Xiaohua suddenly pounced on Yang Qing, as if she wanted to treat Yang Qing as an enemy, and kept biting and pinching.

"You killed them, you killed them, you're a monster, you're a goblin,......。"

Yang Qing's heart has lied and been broken.

She didn't kill them, not at all.

Who are they? Could it be those few people on the long street?

Yang Qing had closed her eyes, had given up resistance, and let Xiaohua bite it.

She was silently crying, Xiaohua was right, if she hadn't inquired about the news, Xiaohua's family would not have been disbelieved.

Xiaohua will not cry alone and sadly in the night.

It's all her own fault, she hugged Xiaohua tightly in her arms, and said softly, "If you want to hate me, bite me, bite hard, no one will stop you." ”

Wusheng walked not far away, took a piece of dead wood and lit it.

There is a light in heaven and earth, the only light.

The bite had stopped, and the little flower stared at the light, her eyes obsessed and mysterious, mysterious as sleepwalking.

She seemed to be sleepwalking, and there seemed to be a sweet smile on her lips.

Yang Qing's angina was incinath.

She hugged her tighter, and Xiaohua didn't seem to notice a trace of pain.

Wusheng sighed deeply and helped them up.

Xiaohua stared at the scroll in Wusheng's hand intently, and her eyes were even more obsessive and mysterious.

Yang Qing opened her hand lightly, looking at Xiaohua and wanting to do something.

At this moment, the dead trees not far away suddenly burst into flames, and the flames soared into the sky.

Xiaohua suddenly struck, took back the scroll, and ran desperately towards the firelight.

This was really sudden, and Xiaohua's shot was even more sudden.

The flowers were already burning, swaying, and screaming in the cold wind, and Yang Qing's heart was already violently sad, twitching, and colicing.

Yang Qing suddenly pounced on Wusheng and hugged him hard, "Why don't you go and save her?" ”

Silent and standing like a stone statue.

"She obviously doesn't have to die, you can stop it, can't you?"

Silent without life.

Little flowers gradually became weak, and gradually fell under the dead tree, and became one with everything under the dead tree.

"Why didn't you just make a move?"

Her voice grew weak, and the color of grief did not fade.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Wusheng pulled Yang Qing and thought about the dead tree.

The scroll was still there, and it didn't touch the fire, and Wusheng suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and the scroll floated into his hand.

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

Not far away, the flames were still burning, and every bluestone tomb behind them was already shining brightly.