The sun rises and sets, and another day passes.

Day by day, Yecheng has not changed much compared to the past, and the only thing that many people remember is that the battle of life and death is about to start again.

Many people are already rubbing shoulders and eager to try.

Of course, it's not that they have to go down to the court to play in person, but to cheer for the players through the periphery.

These are all, but after this life and death fight, I don't know how many people will go to the top of the mountain.

It's just that everyone hasn't noticed that in Yecheng, there is a young swordsman who is a little unrelenting at this moment.

Of course, it's not that no one saw it, but when they saw the somewhat lost figure, people's expressions were normal and calm.

Who has lived in Yecheng without any past?

They have seen a lot of this kind of scene, and most of them can't bear it and suddenly lose their minds and collapse one day.

Someone had some thoughts, wanting to take the opportunity to rob the young swordsman, but just walked in front of the other party and wanted to speak, but was swept by a sword aura, leaving only a corpse.

Ye Wuwu was silent, and continued to walk towards the unknown place, silently reciting in his heart.

"The fifth."

This is already the fifth person who wants to trouble him, and like the first four, he has been sent by himself to fast forward to the next life.

The first rays of the morning sun on the horizon slowly rose, and Ye Wuwu stopped his steps and slowly stared at the brilliant red sun.

The surrounding qi suddenly became a little violent, and the breath was a little chaotic, kicking up bursts of dust.

But then, Ye Wuwu exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, as if he wanted to vomit all the unhappiness in his chest.

Some of the manic and chaotic aura slowly calmed down after all.

Ye Wuwu's eyes finally had a little light at this moment.

Luck?

Furnace Ding?

Ye Wuwu suddenly felt that these things could happen to him, it was a bit absurd.

He thought about it all day, all night.

After all, he couldn't figure out why Master Dugu Xuan had to make such a decision.

25% of the shock value obtained by his junior sister will be transferred to himself, at first Ye Wuwu thought that this was the standard configuration of the protagonist, but now it seems that it is.

But it was his own luck, which was already doomed very early.

Seven years of getting along, from the very beginning, is it just a plan?

Ye Wuwu felt that he should be angry.

He was indeed depressed, sometimes looking manic, sometimes calm as ice to spend the whole night.

But after all, it was sunrise.

Ye Wuwu suddenly laughed, hiding his face and laughing, laughing wildly.

What's the use of anger? What's the use of being angry? What's the use of being anxious?

Ye Wuwu now wanted to stand in front of the man who called him his master, or asked with anger, or with a calm and unusually calm, or with a smile and relief.

"Why?"

But where is there why!

That person is no more.

No matter what the man's considerations are, but now the other party has died in Dachu, outside Yucheng.

So what is there to be angry about?

Her junior sister, Lu Caiwei, categorically didn't know about this matter.

That's enough, it's business as usual.

Ye Wuwu looked a little relieved and walked forward.

Are you really relieved?

After only walking a few steps, Ye Wuwu's footsteps paused and looked at a small shop on the side of the street.

The small shop sells nothing else, but a wall full of masks.

There was only one old woman, squinting slightly, sitting alone in the shop.

Ye Wuwu picked up a mask, the mask was white as a whole, but the surroundings were delicately outlined with a few bright reds, but it was a white fox face mask.

Ye Wuwu said calmly: "How much?" ”

The old woman did not reply, as if she were asleep.

Ye Wuwu waited for a while, and when he saw that the other party still didn't reply, he shook his head slightly, and then took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels.

Just as he was about to put it on the table, the hoarse voice of an old woman came from beside him.

"I've got you."

Ye Wuwu's eyes were slightly stunned, but then he nodded, put away the silver ticket, and walked out.

Behind him came the voice of an old woman with some anxiety.

"Wait, aren't you curious why I sent you?"

Ye Wuwu can be said to have stiffened his face all night, and at this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful smile and turned his head.

"I'm curious."

The old woman's words stopped abruptly, staring at Ye Wuwu for a while, and finally said helplessly, or a little disappointed.

"Because you're my last customer, this store won't be open in the future...... Alas, it's really disappointing to meet you like this, it's boring, go quickly. ”

The corners of Ye Wuwu's mouth outlined a slight arc, and then he hugged his fists and bowed, then turned around and left.

He still seemed to have that wonderful smile on his face, and then glanced at the white fox face mask in his hand.

He gently put on that mask.

The original face disappeared as the mask was put on, leaving only a strange-looking white fox face.

The moment he put on the mask, the relieved smile on his original face suddenly dissipated, and turned into an indescribable bitterness.

But all of this is behind the mask, and no one knows.

Are you really relieved?

Not really.

……

Not long after Ye Wuwu left, it was still the small shop that sold masks, and the old woman was lying on her back at the moment, leaning on the bamboo chair that had been for an unknown number of years.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and he seemed to be asleep.

A woman walked into the shop.

It was a young woman, with a good figure, wearing a white dress, with a faint light flowing all over her body, and her complexion was extremely pure.

In this Yecheng, this woman seems extremely incompatible.

At this moment, the woman shouted respectfully.

"Master, the disciple has come to pick you up."

The old woman squinted, glanced at the woman in front of her, and said vaguely.

"Is it time?"

The young woman nodded.

The old woman sighed, and reluctantly stood up from the bamboo chair and patted her body.

Her eyes looked at this small shop that had been with her for decades, and her expression was full of emotion.

"It's a pity, these masks won't be there anymore, and I can't bring them back, alas, it's really difficult."

The young woman in front of her seemed to be used to her master, so she didn't care, but said softly.

"Do you want to talk to the city lord?"

The old woman's eyes widened, and she reprimanded.

"Say a fart, if you want to say it, that guy, strictly speaking, is still your senior brother, hum, it's a pity, but he fell in love with such an ordinary woman."

The young woman looked a little embarrassed, so she simply didn't mention it again.

The old woman took one last look at the shop, and then finally walked out.

After thinking about it, the old woman still said to the disciple beside her.

"That's it, you better go and talk to the city lord, just say that the time is almost up, this time, my East China Sea Shifting Flower Palace is about to enter the world."

(End of chapter)