The bones were still there, and the faces of each monk were extremely ugly, and Yang Qing couldn't bear to look at them.

Every cheek turned dead black.

Seven flower faces stared coldly at Wusheng, standing far away, with an extra knife in their hands, a knife out of the sheath.

To get out of the sheath is to be desperate.

Either you fall or someone else falls, and there is no choice in between.

They don't, they don't have life.

Yang Qing stared coldly at Little Peach, who no longer had a peach in her hand.

That hand didn't look like anything special.

The peach in her hand had disappeared, her hand had stretched out, shaking in the cold wind, and her breathing seemed to be unsteady.

Her voice seemed even more unstable, as if she couldn't believe that Wusheng would appear here.

"I didn't think you're still alive?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Since you're alive, we'll ......."

Silent without life.

"Then you're going to make a move? Isn't it? Yang Qing has spoken.

"Then let's go, this place is given to you, everything here is yours."

Little Peach said to go, and as soon as she left, the others followed suit.

Yang Qing didn't understand.

Why are they leaving? Why not make a shot? Don't they really want a lifeless life?

Are they afraid?

She turned her head and stared at Wusheng, "Why did they leave?" ”

Silent without life.

Empty eyes stared and poked at this brightly lit alley.

The night is getting darker.

There was no trace of tiredness in everyone's place, and the energy was surprisingly high.

The first thing Yang Qing saw was the soldiers, exactly the same as the soldiers on the city wall, he was still guarding the city, staring ahead.

The spear in his hand was held tightly, and the head of the spear fluttered in the cold wind.

Wusheng didn't look at him and walked into the alley.

Yang Qing was surprised, she couldn't believe that this was true, everything here was almost exactly the same as on Chang'an Street, but the place was a little smaller.

What is this place? Yang Qing had already noticed that cold sweat broke out on her hands.

The owner of the longevity coffin shop was holding a feather duster in his hand, patting the paper figure on it, and when he saw Wusheng entering the alley, he didn't seem to react, and walked into the house and took out the wreath.

Diagonally opposite, the owner of the coffin shop in Wannianju squatted by the fire, snorting melon seeds, the New Year's goods in the sewing plaque had not yet been eaten, peanuts, melon seeds, oil fruits, and rice cakes were still there.

A naughty boy in the house ran out with a smile in his hand, holding a piece of paper with only one word written on it, and sent it to the boss, "Daddy, how do you see what I write?" ”

The boss nodded, "This is already very good, but I still need to practice more." ”

"Then what else is practicing, I'm going to play."

The boss grimaced and stopped talking.

The naughty boy pouted, "If the young man doesn't work hard, the boss will be sad, don't be angry, go back to practice now." ”

The boss nodded.

The naughty boy laughed and grabbed another handful of melon seeds before entering.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, and pulled Wusheng to stare there, "Have you seen it?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Isn't that doll very sensible?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Were you like that when you were a kid?"

Silent without life.

The cold in the long alley was even more ferocious.

Yang Qing looked at the pitch-black sky, soft and silent, "I don't understand something." ”

She was telling a lie, and there were many things in her stomach that she didn't understand, but she understood very little.

"Tell me."

Yang Qing smiled, "Are you willing to talk to me?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Why did you let Peaches go?"

"Why didn't I let them go?"

"You can at least get something out of their mouths."

"What they won't say, even if they do, it's fake."

"Her hand doesn't seem to be very peculiar, why is it so vicious?"

Silent without life.

"Isn't this long street a little weird?"

Silent without life.

He picked up Yang Qing, and a light smoke floated up, sweeping over the roofs and dark alleys.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the private room."

The private room here is not in ruins, but two coffins stand in front of it.

Seven or eight weeping women crouched in front of the coffin, crying desperately, and in the cold night, it seemed as if a ghost was screaming and wailing.

Wusheng stood far away, staring at the two coffins, staring at the crying woman.

Yang Qing couldn't bear to look at it anymore, their voices were still floating in her ears.

They were crying with Wusheng and Yang Qing.

Yang Qing heard that even her bones were already cold and stiff, and Wusheng didn't seem to have a trace of reaction.

"Do you hear them crying anything?"

Wusheng nodded.

"You're not afraid at all?"

Silent without life.

He pulled Yang Qing and walked over like a stone statue, standing on the coffin like a stone statue.

Seven or eight weeping women suddenly screamed and rolled over, as if they had really seen ghosts, living ghosts.

The nearest crying woman, her face seemed to have more tears, the corners of her mouth were twitching violently, and her voice was even more shaky. "It's not me, it's not me, it's none of my business, nothing is my business......."

She screamed and threw herself into the dark night, which faded away.

"Are they crying about us?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Are there any ...... us in those two coffins?" Yang Qing stared at the coffin, speechless.

Wusheng nodded.

"You want to know?"

Yang Qing was silent, staring at the coffin without a trace of expression.

"Do you want to see this?"

Yang Qing nodded.

"There's someone in there."

Yang Qing stared at the two coffins in surprise, as if she didn't dare to say anything.

Not far away, two paper figures with lanterns in their hands.

On each lantern, there are four words.

Dim light, pale paper, dark text.

Mourn Yang Qing, mourn lifeless.

Yang Qing suddenly closed her eyes, not daring to look at it.

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's back, she was really scared.

"Don't you dare look at this?"

Yang Qing nodded.

"You don't have to be afraid, there's nothing scary here."

Yang Qing nodded.

"Open your eyes and see, it's not bad for you."

Yang Qing nodded, slowly opened her eyes, and stared at the coffin, "Do you know what's in here?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

He kicked out suddenly, and the lid slammed into the wall, and it was fixed into the wall, motionless.

Several cold lights suddenly flashed out of the coffin, urgent and violent, shooting at the vital point of the lifeless body, and the sword light suddenly appeared in the cold light, and the sword light was even more urgent and fierce.

The cloak fluttered suddenly.

Several silver needles "ding-ding-ding......" landed on the ground, and when this person saw the silver needles landing, he suddenly retracted his sword momentum, turned over and swept over, and disappeared.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards another coffin, and the lid of this coffin suddenly flew and smashed into the lifeless, lifeless smoke floating up.

The figure had scurried into the private room.

The door of the private room was not closed, and the lights inside were brighter, and there was light in every corner.

There is no darkness inside, only light.

Falling like a light smoke.

Yang Qing seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, "Let's get out of here, okay?" ”

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking inside.

"It's weird here." Her voice was shaking violently, her heart, her body was unstable.

It was as if she was going to collapse and collapse at any moment.

Wusheng sighed deeply, "We can't leave here. ”

"Why?"

"We can't avoid these things."

"Can't avoid it?"

Without saying a word, he walked to the private room like a stone statue, but stopped at the door and did not walk in.

There were enough people inside, and there was no place to stand inside.

This private room is much smaller than Chang'an Avenue, but the people inside are not small at all.

There are two people in particular, who are exaggerated and outrageously big.

Yang Qing glanced at it, and was completely stunned in Wusheng's arms, and didn't want to come out for a moment.

There are statues inside, and the statues are not scary, but the scary thing is to see their own statues.

It has its own statue.

Why is there a carving here? Yang Qing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The lifeless stone inside stood upright like a statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, and Yang Qing held the cloak behind him and grinned.

The statues in front are all kneeling, more than a dozen monks, seven or eight flower faces, and Yanxiong is already kneeling inside.

The figure came in and vanished.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing Rourou, "Are you scared?" ”

Yang Qing was silent and nodded.

"You don't have to be afraid, these are statues."

Yang Qing was silent and nodded.

"You can open your eyes and appreciate the art of carving."

Yang Qing was silent and smiled bitterly.

"This kind of statue, even if it costs money, may not be able to buy it."

Yang Qing slowly opened her eyes and stared at the statue inside.

"Why are there so many statues here?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared at the statues, and her questions were even stronger, "I know them." ”

Wusheng nodded.

She pointed to Little Peach, "She doesn't seem to be wearing a mask." ”

Little Peach did not wear a mask, and hung her head playfully.

Yang Qing leaned against the wall, walked inside, and looked at them from a different angle.

She finally sees the true face of Little Peach.

This little peach is a ring, a ring in the yamen.

The peach in her hand took a bite, and her mouth was a little bigger than usual.

Yang Qing exclaimed, "I saw her appearance." ”

As he spoke, the light suddenly disappeared, and all the lights were extinguished.

Floating up like a light smoke and drifting towards Yang Qing.

When they came outside, it was a pile of ruins, and there was no light, but they could hear the sound of the stone statues breaking still.

It's raining outside.

Yang Qing was already dizzy.

Wusheng sighed and stared at the window of the private room.

There was light inside, and a dim light loomed, as if there was nothing.

Nothing swept in.

There was no one inside, a fire was already burning, and Wusheng put Yang Qing down against the fire and hung up the portrait.

The portrait doesn't change, and Fluttershy is stepping on the flower, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction and mystery.

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, staring and poking at the painting, as if trying to find something in it.

The cold wind was even more acute in the night, and the windows were already shaking.

Wusheng turned and stared at the window.

A man suddenly rushed in, a man, a sword.

The sword light was surging endlessly, and the figures and ghosts were erratic, floating like a light smoke.

Sen Han's sword aura, evil body style.

The sword light was still fluttering, and the person had arrived not far away, "The spear god is lifeless?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"You're not dead yet?"

Silent without life.

"Can't you die?"

Silent without life.

"I can't kill you if I don't believe in my sword."

In the middle of the words, the sword light had floated up again, the sword light floated up, and a sword stabbed into Wusheng's chest, Wusheng fluttered like a light smoke, and the sword light suddenly disappeared into the dark night.

Sigh of nothingness.

The sword light disappeared, and so did the people.

At this time, the cold wind was sudden and violent, and the windows suddenly shattered, drifting in the cold wind, and falling heavily to the ground.

The cold rain drifted in, and it was already shining.

Knife light.

Seven or eight figures, seven or eight knives.

The figure was dark and fast, and the hand holding the knife was steady and powerful.

They were obviously experts at using knives, and they must have killed a lot of people.

Seven or eight knives did not come close to lifeless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and did not move.

"I know you."

"You know us?"

"Yes." Lifeless eyes stared and poked at each flower face, "You are flower faces?" ”

The man approached slowly, and the cold wind became more intense, and the fire was dim.

The cold rain drifted inside.

At this moment, the painting on the wall suddenly changed.

The knife that approached Wusheng stopped abruptly, staring at the picture scroll, the picture scroll fluttered, floating towards Yang Qing, and fell on Yang Qing's body.

Everyone stared at the painting, the person under the portrait.

Wusheng doesn't understand.

Why are they staring at that painting? Staring at Yang Qing?

The light of the furnace has dimmed, the heat has gradually faded, and the body on the side has gradually shaking.

Man has awakened, rolled up the picture, and stared at the lifeless.

She stood there, as beautiful and mysterious as a butterfly.

This person is Fluttershy.

Yang Qing has become Fluttershy? What about Yang Qing?

Seven or eight knives suddenly pounce on Fluttershy, flashing with their flashes, and every bite is fatal, and she doesn't plan to swing a second one.

Fluttershy screams and pounces on Nothing, her movements far less fast than theirs.

Holding the scroll in his arms, he desperately ran towards lifelessness. "Save me ......."

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the gun slowly retracted.

There is no light, no light, and the three knives that are close to Fluttershy fall limply, and when they fall, they don't get up.

Fluttershy gasps and hugs Wusheng hard, "Why did they kill me?" ”

Silent without life.

Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't.

The knives behind the three knives did not move, slowly retreating.

In the dim fire, her expression looked extremely frightened and timid.

Fluttershy stares at them and slowly retreats, "Why did you kill me?" ”

They didn't speak, they swept away.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly, the room changed, and it became violently shaking.

Walking to the stove like a stone statue, there was no Yang Qing by the fire, and Yang Qing was gone.

Fluttershy shook Wusheng's hand, "Are you looking for Yang Qing?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"She's in the painting."

Speechless, staring at the painting.

Fluttershy pounces on lifeless, and the room collapses completely.

The private rooms here have also collapsed.

Isn't this alley more similar to Chang'an Avenue now?

Icy alleys, icy rain.

The owner of the longevity coffin shop had already put the wreath and paper figurines inside, and was roasting his hands around the fire.

The owner of the coffin shop opposite Wannianju didn't seem to be any different, the items that were afraid of the tide outside had been collected, and he was staring at the child and writing with his heart.

I didn't swallow a single handful of melon seeds on the table, and I didn't even look at it.

There didn't seem to be the slightest change in this alley because of the collapse of the private room, and each of them seemed to be very calm.

A few weeping women slowly walked out of the alley.

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