The boat floated gently into the distance.

No one knows where the spring breeze takes them, nor where they will stop.

When the sea caressed the shore, the three or two shells couldn't help but sway gently.

They're all gone.

Whether it is a dead person or a living person, they have all left, and this kind of loneliness and emptiness that is scattered at the end of the song may make many prodigal sons disgusted and bored.

The cape gently undulates in the soft wind.

Xiaolu stared at the cloak, but did not speak.

"Every time you see me, you tell me something dangerous, why don't you have it now?"

This time, it was Wusheng who spoke first.

"You already feel it."

Wusheng nodded. "This place is getting closer and closer to the Demon Cult, and the danger is getting bigger and bigger."

"Yes, so you're bound to get hurt more and more, maybe ......."

"Maybe I'll die here."

"Maybe die here."

"You don't care?"

"Why should I care?"

The path is silent.

He was speechless, and his heart seemed to be aching, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

A group of people came from a distant place, as far away as the horizon.

He recited incantations in his mouth, and was dressed strangely and strangely.

Some of them have bull heads and horses on their cheeks, and some of them have daunting patterns on their faces, which seem to be demons, ghosts, immortals, demons, Buddhas, and Tao,...... As if it were nothing, and as if it were nothing.

The path was already breathing, and he slowly retreated, then swept up, volleyed, and was gone.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, motionless like a stone statue, and its hollow eyes stared and poked at them like spearheads, as if to poke them alive on the soft sand.

Their clothing is even more bizarre and secretive.

The body was simply tied with straw and forest leaves, and there was not a trace of cloth, not a single one.

When they came to the lifeless, they did not go, because the lifeless had blocked their way, and they could no longer go forward.

The bull's head and horse's hand held the dust, waving gently, and a pair of eyes looked hideous and fierce.

He stared at Wusheng evilly, no matter who was stared at by these eyes, he couldn't help but vomit, he couldn't help but avoid, he couldn't help but avoid it, and he avoided it from afar.

This is not something that people can face, nor is it something that normal people can endure.

Wusheng is by no means a normal person, he is a god, a rare god in the rivers and lakes, a gun god.

The cloak flutters softly.

The body stood motionless and erect like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

"Ordinary people, leave quickly, don't get in the way, ordinary people, leave quickly, don't get in ......the way."

The bull-headed horse face is not a normal speech, but a mantra.

The sound seemed to come out of hell.

There was no life, no movement, and no departure.

The road has been blocked, the soft wind is fluttering, and the straw on the body is slowly moving.

There are several plates of fresh fruits on the god table behind the bull head and horse noodles, two incense candles,......, four people behind them carry the board door, there is a whole pig lying horizontally on the board door, a whole pig roasted, there are also a few people carrying live chickens, carrying live ducks, the most unimaginable thing is that there is a live person at the back.

It's a girl, a spring-like girl.

The blood-red clothes tightly wrapped around the body, and the blood-red ropes were tied one after another.

The girl's head was covered by a fence, so her face could not be seen, and the screams of pain were really poignant and sympathetic.

Wusheng didn't leave, and he didn't move a step.

"You're tired of living, boy, your life is up." The voice of the bull head and horse face became ethereal, eerie, and vicious.

Silent without life.

The dust in the hand of the bull head and horse face suddenly waved, and the white light fluttered, full of strength.

They are not far away, and it may be difficult for them to escape the sweep, and even more so for the wounded.

Wusheng was seriously injured, so he didn't escape, and he didn't seem to want to escape either.

His hand suddenly grasped the dust and held it tightly.

The bull-headed horse face has neighed coldly, "Who are you, dare to do something to us?" ”

"Who are you?"

"We are loyal servants of the Dragon King, and you are not afraid of being punished by the Dragon King?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"You ......."

Silent without life.

His hand shook suddenly, and the bull's head and horse face suddenly collapsed, and he fell on the soft sand.

The bull head and horse slapped the beach hard, and the body suddenly swept up, and the ghost screamed and suddenly spit out to Wusheng, and a cold light burst out from his mouth.

Wusheng struggled to swing a kick.

The bull-headed horse's face was unstable, and it suddenly floated into the sea, and the cold light hit the soft sand, turning into a tooth.

It's teeth!

Wusheng sighed and stared at the person behind the case, "Do you also want to be kicked into the sea?" ”

No one spoke, and everyone's expressions became disbelief, fearful, and fierce.

"You're going to sacrifice?"

The bull head and horse face struggled and swept over, "Yes, who are you?" Why oppose us? ”

"I'm not human, can't you see it?"

The bull head and horse face sneered, staring coldly at the lifeless body, staring coldly at the pitch-black gun, "The spear god is lifeless? ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Why are you in our way?"

"I'm not in your way, but you're in my way."

Niu Tou Ma stared coldly at Wusheng, unable to speak.

Wusheng kicked him away, suddenly grabbed the divine case, and threw the divine case into the sea.

"What you are sacrificing is the dragon king, I am the god of the spear, even if the dragon king comes, you must kneel and salute, let alone you?"

The bull head and horse face have gasped, and the dust in the palm of the hand has disappeared.

"You're asking me to give way?"

Niu Tou Ma gritted his teeth and slowly retreated, "Are you really not afraid of being punished?" ”

The lifeless stone came up to them, approaching them, like a spear, "You can salute me." ”

The bull head and horse retreated more urgently, and said coldly, "You will get retribution." ”

"You still don't bow to me?" Wusheng suddenly grabbed the bull head and horse face and smashed it into the sky.

Everybody is gone, and there's nothing left.

Women don't want it either.

Wusheng took the fence off and stared at the woman.

This woman is actually a little flower.

Wusheng untied the rope, "You say slowly, don't rush." ”

Xiaohua nodded.

Fluttershy...... Fluttershy, she ....... ”

Wusheng caressed Xiaohua's body, "Don't worry, you can speak slowly." ”

"...... in the peach forest."

Sigh of nothingness.

It was as if he had sensed a sense of foreboding, but he couldn't find the place of the ominous disaster.

"What's wrong with you guys in the peach forest?"

"Captured in the peach forest."

"Who?"

"Dragon King Temple, Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"You see the Dragon King?"

Flora nodded, a look of horror in her eyes, "I saw a dragon take Fluttershy away." ”

Wusheng nodded, "What else did he say?" ”

"Go to the Dragon King Temple."

"Where is the Dragon King Temple?"

Xiaohua pointed to the east, pointing harder, more afraid.

Wusheng suddenly picked up Xiaohua and swept it high, and a few sword lights suddenly floated out under his feet.

Three people, three swords.

Three hideous-looking people dressed in straw leaves, "You are the gun god lifeless?" ”

Wusheng gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, staring and poking at the three people with his eyes like spears.

He nodded.

Xiaohua suddenly hid behind her cloak and stared at the three people who were not human.

"You are so bold that you deserve death."

"But I'm still alive, why don't you come and take it?"

"Are you in a hurry to find death?"

"It doesn't matter if I look for death or not, the important thing is that you always look for me."

"That's right."

"I'll look for you too."

The three swords were silent, and suddenly they had stabbed out from three different directions.

A sword volleyed over in the air, turning into a sword light that slipped from the sky, piercing the Immortal Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Another sword suddenly pierced into the sand, and the sand was undulating, and it was impossible to tell where the sword was or where it came from.

The last sword suddenly stabbed straight through, straight into Wusheng's chest.

The chest is the easiest place for the human body to stab, and the target is large and easier to stab than the throat.

They chose the right time and location of their shots.

There is no life, no movement, no stone statue.

The tip of the sword was soft against Wusheng's chest, but he was never able to advance even a little.

The cloak flutters softly.

Blood slowly rolled down the tip of the spear.

"You ......." The man gritted his teeth, his face completely distorted and distorted by pain and surprise, and his throat kept rattling.

Then it fell softly, like an empty sack, and fell softly.

The undulating sand suddenly calmed down, and the tip of a sword stopped dead at the lifeless feet, but it could never move.

The sand beneath their feet had slowly turned blood-red, blood-red.

Wusheng struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue.

The blood on the tip of the spear was dripping and falling, drop by drop.

Xiaohua's face had turned pale, but a pair of eyes were vaguely looking around, "How can I ...... a sword." ”

Silent without life.

Empty eyes stared and poked at the sky.

The sky is as clear as washing, and a white cloud is leisurely, floating softly and softly.

There is no sword and no one.

This man is gone!

Wusheng pointed to the peach blossom forest and was silent.

Xiaohua looked at Wusheng, "You want me to go back?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"But I ......."

She didn't finish, she didn't have to finish, the words in her mouth were undoubtedly on her face.

She was terrified.

Silent without life.

"You want me to go home alone?"

"Yes."

"I can't follow you?" Xiaohua's face was already pleading.

"You can't follow me, not for a moment." Wusheng suddenly stared at the gun.

Pitch-black guns, blood-red blood.

Blood is gone, life is gone.

"Are you afraid that I will drag you down?" The pleading on her face suddenly turned into sorrow, a grief that penetrated deep into her bones.

"You can go find the trail, he ......."

Xiaohua suddenly interrupted his words, staring at the pitch-black gun, staring at him stupidly, "I don't know where he is, this person is like a ghost, I can't catch this person at all." ”

Every corner of her body was out of control, and it was as if she was about to collapse and collapse.

She was in despair!

"You still have your family, and when you come back to your family, you will definitely live a happy life."

Xiaohua smiled, her smile was painful and grief-stricken, "I don't have a home. ”

No life has been gasped,

It was as if his heart had been tingling, and he gasped violently.

"That's not my home."

Silent without life.

"I'm just a crying woman, I can only cry everywhere." She kept crying as she spoke, "A woman like me shouldn't have a home. ”

Silent without life.

"You take me, and I'll help you."

Without saying a word, he suddenly turned around and walked forward like a stone statue, towards the Dragon King Temple.

He walked in front, and Xiaohua followed behind.

Although she was still crying, she did not give up her love, she stared at Wusheng, as if she was staring at love.

It is difficult for such a woman in the rivers and lakes to get love, and it is even more difficult to enjoy a trace of emotion, so when she gets emotion, she will never give up, let alone let go.

There was no one on the street, the doors and windows of the storefronts on both sides were open, and the gentle sunlight shone on the street, and there was no trace of heat, which looked cold, mysterious and evil.

Xiaohua suddenly followed tighter, clutching the lifeless cloak tightly.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, he turned around like a stone statue, "Why are you following me?" ”

Xiaohua didn't speak, but suddenly pounced on Wusheng and hugged Wusheng tightly.

Silent without life.

His breathing was suddenly short, and the cold sweat on his forehead was already breaking out more.

There was no trace of pain on the hard, calm and steady cheeks of the stone statue, and there was no unusual emotion.

Xiaohua seemed to have sensed something.

She suddenly stared at the lifeless chest, and then she saw the blood, and the lifeless wound had cracked.

The peach-like cheeks were suddenly dyed red.

Speechless, staring and poking ahead like a gun, there was no one in front of him, and there were no ghosts.

He gasped and suddenly collapsed.

Xiaohua stood there stunned, she touched her cheek, stared at the bloody hand, and then screamed and ran away, and disappeared.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, struggled to stand up, stared and poked in the direction of Xiaohua's departure, and gasped quietly.

He was gasping for breath and heard another kind of gasp as well.

This wheezing is not the wheezing of an injury, nor the wheezing of overexertion, but the kind of gasping that is overexcited, overstimulated, and unsatisfied.

Wusheng walked towards the gasping man, staring at the man who was not human with empty eyes.

This is a bull's head and a horse's face,

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

I hold the scroll in my hand, and the scroll that is opened.

He stared at the woman on the scroll, his expression becoming excited and empty.

Every time he gasped, he couldn't help but kiss the woman on the scroll, so his mouth had already become pitch black.

Wusheng's wheezing became more violent, the cold sweat on his forehead flowed more, and his heart seemed to have become more painful and fierce.

On this painting is Yang Qing.

Fluttershy's picture.

The lifeless stone floated over like a statue, staring and poking at the man with his eyes like spears.

The man seemed to be about to go crazy, and when he saw that there was no past, he suddenly became more exciting and excited.

The two hands held the scroll tightly and kissed it frantically.

Yang Qing on the scroll gradually became blurred, and gradually became distorted.

The bull head and horse face laughed wildly and jumped, "The spear god is lifeless? ”

The voice was no longer as mysterious and strange as a spell, but as evil and obscene as a wild ghost.

Silent without life.

He stood as tall as a stone statue, motionless like a stone statue, but his breathing became more violent and crazy.

"Do you want this painting too?"

Silent without life.

The bull-headed horse smiled maniacally, staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, "I know you want this very much, don't you?" ”

He jumped wildly and held the scroll tightly, and then trembled, shaking in front of Wusheng.

Silent without life.

"I won't give it to you, and I won't give you a piece."

Silent without life.

The yard was not large, and there was a broken water tank leaning in the corner, and the well on the side was already covered with weeds, and a dead dog was lying in the weeds.

The house looked extremely dilapidated, ugly, and clumsy, as if it were an old man who could not be old.

The bull head and horse face suddenly ran to the well, laughed maniacally, tore off the scroll, torn it to pieces, and threw it into the well.

"You see, I've torn it off."

Nothing has been seen.

Suddenly, he walked to the well like a stone statue, staring and poking at it.

The bull head smiled madly and picked up the dead dog, hugged the dead dog, and jumped away madly, "This is my baby, we are going out now." ”

As he spoke, he actually left.

Wusheng struggled to his feet, the wound in his chest split wider, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly jumped into the well water.

The well is cold and bone-chilling.

Wusheng tried to catch his breath and picked up the broken scrolls piece by piece.

There was already laughter at the wellhead.

One man, one sword.

The sword was not unsheathed, and there was no need to unsheath, he smiled coldly, staring coldly at Wusheng, "The spear god is lifeless?" ”

Silent, still picking up the broken scroll, he didn't look at the well.

"I didn't think you'd be so embarrassed."

Silent without life.

All the broken scrolls have been picked up, and only then do they stare and poke at the wellhead, "Is that you?" ”

The face is hideous, and the body is wrapped only in straw leaves.

This person is one of the three swords on the seaside, this person actually did not escape, he was actually following lifeless.

"It's me."

Silent without life.

He didn't want to talk to a coward who had escaped, and he didn't want to talk about such a coward.

"The spear god has no life, and now he is going to become a well god."

Silent without life.

The cold well water was gradually stained blood red.

The man at the mouth of the well suddenly let go of his hand, put down his sword, and stared at Wusheng, "I can kill you now without my hands." ”

Wusheng had seen a huge stone fall from the well.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, clung to the stone and sank, sinking to the bottom of the well.

There was not a trace of cold at the bottom of the well, nor was it violent, but there was the slightest sound of water rolling.

Wusheng hugged the stone, facing the water, and walked forward like a stone statue.

He was still standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The water is becoming more and more intense, and the heat is becoming more intense, which is the source of the current? Or is it something else?

Wusheng suddenly threw it into the stone, and his body suddenly floated up.

He opened his eyes and suddenly closed them again.

Not far away, there was a woman taking a bath, staring at Wusheng with a pair of eyes like poisonous snakes.

Suddenly the lifeless swept up, swept ashore, and fell ashore.

He fell on the soft grass and struggled to breathe, but he did not get up.

He couldn't stand up!

The woman smiled, and suddenly swept up and floated to the shore, staring softly at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.