When Song Tianyang woke up, he found himself lying on the bed.

I don't know who put out the candles in the room, only a few miserable white moonlight shining in through the windows, making the room look extremely cold.

The wind was quiet, like a ghost crying, and there were a few shouts of "there is a demon sneak attack" in the wind.

Demons?

Coming back to his senses, thinking of the demonic qi that rushed into him before he fell unconscious, Song Tianyang's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but be afraid.

His dantian was abolished, and he was already a wasted person, what if the demon people found here and wanted to kill him?

That's right, snow jacket. And snow jackets.

Shi Qinghua relied on the snow jacket to restore his cultivation, and he must be able to.

In the dark, Song Tianyang groped out of bed and leaned towards the cabinet where the snow jacket was stored.

The soft and comfortable snow jacket was tightly held in Song Tianyang's hand, he was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and quickly put the snow jacket on his body.

How did Shi Qinghua recover his cultivation through the snow jacket?

Song Tianyang frowned, his eyes were full of thought, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared, and the picture of Shi Qinghua wearing a snow jacket and covered in blood appeared in front of him.

Right. Hurt, definitely hurt.

Song Tianyang seemed to have grasped some important point, turned around and pounced in front of the desk, and took out a dagger that flashed with cold light.

As a great disciple of Thousand Swords Peak, Song Tianyang has a noble status, and naturally someone rushed to get injured in front of him and prevent disasters for him, so he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

But he met Shi Qinghua, and she hurt the dantian to scrap, and now he wants to hurt himself in order to restore his cultivation.

Song Tianyang gritted his teeth, the corners of his forehead were jumping, and finally he made up his mind, raised his dagger and stabbed it into his abdomen.

Blood gushed out, and Song Tianyang's body suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground. He gasped hard, deliberately not stopping the bleeding, waiting to unravel the mystery of the snow jacket by being injured and resume his cultivation.

The door suddenly creaked at this moment, and Song Tianyang was instantly vigilant and looked towards the door: "Who?" But when he heard the creaking sound disappear instantly, he was immediately relieved, thinking that the door was blown by the wind.

Who knew that the next moment the door was suddenly kicked open, and the cold wind instantly poured into the door, and in the moonlight pouring down from the door, there was a long figure standing.

Song Tianyang's vigilant gaze disappeared in an instant, turning into a thick disdain, and he even pursed his lips and asked, "What are you doing here, do you think I gave it to you...... Lesson...... Ahem...... Isn't that enough? ”

The man shot quickly, and before Song Tianyang could finish his words, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air, and even Song Tianyang didn't see how he made a move.

"You...... It's better to put it now...... Let go of me, or wait for me...... Repaired for the restoration...... Yes...... It looks good with you. Song Tianyang's face was purple, he was breathing hard, but his words were still so arrogant.

The gaze of the man who choked his neck moved down and fell on the familiar snow jacket on his body, and a sneer suddenly slipped in his eyes: "Restore cultivation? You don't have that chance. ”

As he spoke, a large cloud of black mist condensed in his hand, and the mist replaced his hand, tightly wrapped around Song Tianyang's neck, lifting him higher and higher.

"You...... You are a demon. ”

Song Tianyang finally reacted, but only got a sneering smile from the man. Then the palm of the man's Ruyu turned slightly, and Song Tianyang was twisted off his neck by the mist.

Song Tianyang's body fell to the ground on his stomach, his face was full of hideousness, and his eyes that were not closed until he died reflected the other person in the room.

His expression was cold and dismissive, as if he had tackled a piece of garbage. He raised his hand, and countless black flying insects flew out of his cuffs and flew to Song Tianyang's body, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

The flying insects stopped halfway through their devouring, and they all burrowed into Song Tianyang's body to build nests and hibernate.

One last glance at the corpse, the man left without hesitation.

The corpse lying in the middle of the room was illuminated by the moonlight, like a tool to reveal who the killer was, and like a trap to lead to investigation.