Wei Shu stared at the young man's face, trying to think of something, but the darkness was as good as ever, and the fog was always fog.

"She" shouldn't know this person, otherwise she should have some impression.

Wei Shu thought so.

She really wanted to figure out the trick, but the two corpses were in front of her, and the buzzing in her head was endless, as if there were thousands of voices talking to her at the same time, but she couldn't hear a word clearly, and the feeling of dizziness hit from time to time, and the intersection of cold and hot in the dantian was even worse than before.

Let's clean up the beginning and end first.

Leaning on the grass hut and gasping for a moment, Wei Shu got up on his hands and feet, and began to dispose of the corpse, strange thoughts kept popping up in his mind, and his technique was unusually skillful, and at the same time, a name faintly appeared in front of him:

Canghe.

This is obviously a memory that belongs to "her" again.

Wei Shu found that only when touching the corresponding people, things, and things, the scroll in the darkness would be turned over, the candle flame would be illuminated, and she could also read those necessary or corresponding people, things, or things—just like Fang Cai's hook eight, and then like the Canghe River that she thought of right now.

The thoughts gradually flew away, and Wei Shu recalled the strange name evoked by Hook Eight:

Arrow Eleven.

This is the name of "her".

Hook eight, arrow eleven.

It's just as grotesque and absurd.

Wei Shu pondered these two names repeatedly, speculating that "she" and Hook Eight were likely to be in the same group, at least once were. This is evident from their familiarity with each other's martial arts and their similar nicknames.

In addition to the two of them, Wei Shu guessed that there should be strange names such as "Knife Seven", "Gun Ten", "Axe Thirteen" and so on, corresponding to one person after another.

They...... No, we ...... Who is it?

This thought just came to mind, his head suddenly "buzzed", and a rich fishy sweetness surged out of his throat, Wei Shu couldn't help it anymore, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the dantian seemed to be pierced into thousands of steel needles, and suddenly the sky swirled.

The well wall that was close to her back blocked Wei Shu's fallen body, her face was pale and trembling, she leaned against the well with her eyes closed, panting for breath, and her chest and back hurt hotly.

Hook Ba's palm is afraid that it used twelve percent of the force, and the soft armor of the close-fitting body has been shattered.

Wei Shu touched his back with his backhand, and sure enough, under the thin spring shirt, there were sharp thorns.

The same shape of soft armor, hook eight also has one.

Wei Shu couldn't concentrate on thinking about the reason.

The armor was cracked, and there was no longer any way to protect the body, so she simply took off her coat, took off the soft armor and threw it aside, and then put the coat on.

Just doing these things, she broke out in a hot sweat, but her body was chilling, and everything in front of her seemed to be spinning.

There was a faint thunder in the sky, and the rain seemed to be heavier, and the cold raindrops carried the cool breeze on the body, and the chill was unexpectedly steep, slightly reducing the feeling of dizziness.

However, the darkness was still surging, and the fog was rolling in my head.

Wei Shu's consciousness gradually became a little chaotic.

She may have fainted for a short moment. Or a moment, or a count. When she woke up, the rain was still falling, but the sky was darker than before.

It's going to rain heavily.

Beneath the dome, a cloud rushed by, a precursor to a torrential rain.

Wei Shu struggled to get up, but her hands and feet were weak, and she tried several times to no avail, and the heavy tiredness spread to her whole body like a tide.

Not...... Canghe ...... You need to go to the Canghe River......

The thoughts in his head were strong and persistent, forcing Wei Shu to accumulate strength again and finally get up.

Standing under the leaky grass shed, she opened her mouth and sucked in the cold air hard, her legs were as soft as noodles, and she stood there shaking straight, the Venus in front of her eyes was wild, and as far as her eyes could see, it was blurred.

She had to close her eyes tightly and try to adjust her breathing.

After a while, the severe pain in the dantian finally subsided, and the alternating feeling of hot and cold also decreased slightly.

After his body regained some strength, Wei Shu immediately picked up the big burden he had laid before, stuffed the discarded soft armor into it, and left the mountain temple with staggering steps.

The Canghe River is not far away, and after going out of the temple gate and facing north, two long streets will be passed, and it will be there.

Wei Shu followed her memory back and forth, and when she turned around, her hands were empty.

Along the way, her mind was not so clear, but fortunately it was rain and wind at this time, and she didn't bump into anyone on the road, and she didn't encounter any trouble, which was really a fluke.

When a corner of the stump finally appeared in front of him, Wei Shu slowed down, holding the dilapidated wall with one hand and his knee with the other, and walked forward slowly with his body bent, with vague thoughts in his heart:

Skilled in killing, strong in martial arts, and skilled in destroying corpses and destroying traces, all of these are not ordinary people can do. What exactly is "she"? How can you make such a calm and quick judgment and act with determination?

Where does "her" endurance come from?

Even though God was exhausted and in pain, she was able to always hold on to the spiritual platform for a clear moment, and she could still use this to squeeze out the little remaining strength in her body to complete the set goal.

What kind of experience and past can make a teenage girl have such a strong mind? When Wei Shu was "her" age, she was far worse than others.

Hook 8...... Arrow Eleven...... Identity that is difficult to guess......

The thoughts gradually became entangled, and the feeling of dizziness hit again, and the body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Wei Shu didn't know how she walked back to the main hall. It was only when her cheeks were covered with the burrgy, messy futon that she realized that she had fallen in the same place in the main hall as she had been at the moment of resurrection.

How do I ...... Back again?

Thoughts floated, darkness surged up like a tide, and Wei Shu completely fell into chaos......

She had a strange dream.

In her dreams, someone was chasing her. The pursuers were sometimes the personal guards of Emperor Yuan who were heavily armoured, and sometimes they were a group of black-clothed and masked people; A moment ago, the handsome face of the personal guard centurion was still on the side, giving her admiration and satisfaction; In the next breath, she faced the outflanking of the man in black alone, isolated and helpless, and could only struggle to pull up the longbow, and the sound of the sword whistling like a swift wind swept by.

Then, blood reddened her vision.

She could feel the coldness of Jin Ge when he rubbed his body, and she could also touch the carved beast carved on the armrest of the throne of the Son of Heaven. Under the Dan Qi, the gloomy expressions of the civil and military officials were almost in front of him. But soon, all this was hidden by a thick fog, and boundless emptiness and emptiness surrounded her. She couldn't see where she came from, she didn't know where she was going, she fluttered lightly, like a rootless flying flotsam.

A long and graceful figure slowly emerged from the chaos.

The hand with the fragrance of medicine caressed the corners of his forehead, cold, shuddering, but inexplicably giving birth to a trace of nostalgia.

"Drank it." Ling Ling's voice was like the wind blowing through the hole of the jade.

The thick black juice turned into a flood beast in an instant, overwhelming the sky and engulfing everything......

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