The sun is shining. The air is as fresh as washing.

It's a beautiful spring.

There are flowers. There are beautiful flowers. It's like a sea of flowers.

But not all flowers bloom. Only peonies can bloom here.

There are white peonies, red peonies, purple peonies, yellow peonies...... There are peonies of all colors. As long as you can imagine the peony variety. It's all here. And none of them are inferior breeds. Each one blooms brilliantly and fertile. Unleash to your heart's content. It seems that there is only one kind of flower in heaven and earth. This is the world. It's a sea of flowers again.

It's in the midst of this flower. There is a two-storey cabin. The hut didn't even have a door. It's just that the vines hang down and make the doorway.

Push aside these turquoise vines. It's like a fairy tale in this house. There was no furniture on it. Only one is woven from rattan. The two ends are tied at a high place. Hanging down the rattan woven bed.

The sun shone obliquely through the window near noon. Shine on the face of the man lying on the bed. That face has thick eyebrows and big eyes. Broad-mouthed and broad-eared. The originally bronzed skin looks a little pale. Suddenly there was no blood. Looks like he's just been severely injured. Qi and blood are lost.

But even he was so badly injured. In a coma. The eyebrows still emanated. Like the breath of an ancient beast. Legend has it that he was a peerless general on the battlefield in ancient times. Even if you fall asleep, you have a snort. It can also scare ordinary people to death. And this young man had such a spirit. It's really different from ordinary people.

He's still asleep. I have been asleep for three days and three nights. He was so weak. So many things to go through. It's still alive. It's already God forbid.

"Am I still alive?" It wasn't long either. In a daze. He actually felt that his eyes were very glaring. Very, very exciting. It was as if a big sun was shining directly against his eyes. Let him almost think of his own eyes. It's going to be completely blind.

"Looks like I'm still alive. Listen to people. It doesn't hurt to die. Moreover. How could a ghost be able to be in the sun. Exposed to the sun." His mentality is still very optimistic at this moment. After a while. He was slowly getting used to the bright light. Only then did I realize that my body was shaking. Ups and downs. It's like a lonely leaf on the sea." Am I still at sea?"

"Ahh He finally opened his eyes. Look around carefully. Turned out to be myself. It turned out to be on a rattan bed like a hammock. The bed is shaky. It's like being on top of the sea.

As soon as he woke up. A sharp pain ensued to the bone. There are no less than 20 tearing pains all over the body. And the pain in the left shoulder in particular is the most severe.

Gradually. His memories of before he fell unconscious came back to life. I remember practicing with several masters. Wounded Lei Lei. Especially at the end of the left shoulder here is a shot here. Look now. only to find their own wounds. It has been bandaged with white gauze.

It's not just that gunshot wound. The sword wounds on all parts of the body were also carefully bandaged. And the wound is also medicated. I don't know what kind of medicine it is. Just think. There's a hint of coolness. Very comfortable.

Even the clothes he was wearing were replaced by a new silk robe. Style and look. It's so different from modern people. It seems to be the clothes worn by ancient people. But this dress is very comfortable to wear and very close-fitting. It's pretty good-looking, too.

Suddenly. The spring breeze sent a deep sigh. That sigh seemed to be world-weary. It's like being bored. The meaning of a dead dead in vain.

Such a voice must be full of stories of the world. And the sound was like a leather whip. Hit the young man in the cabin hard.

He stood up suddenly. Sweep to the door. Gaze around. Only then did I realize that I actually lived on the second floor. Surrounded by a sea of peony flowers.

It's on the cliff of the blooming flowers. There is a tree with a crooked neck. I saw a white figure. With a white silk. It hung straight on the branches that sprouted out of it.

The young man cried out, "Not good."

He tapped on tiptoe at the moment. The body has passed like a wisp of fragrance. It doesn't matter what he does. It's ethereal. Swift as a falcon. Drifting like light smoke. That's a lot of effort. Leap down. The huge sea of flowers seems to have become one step away. It's close. Even the young man himself was shocked. He didn't expect to wake up from a coma. Martial arts are so refined.

But he paused slightly. Just figured it out. Originally, he took off the burden of carrying thousands of pounds on his body. For a while, it will naturally be several times easier. It's like a human being on the moon. Because of the gravitational gap. So even an ordinary person can jump several times higher than on the earth.

He saw the hanged man's body. It's like a filial son and grandson who serves filial piety. Obviously, the person who hanged himself with white silk was himself. Why did he wear such clothes?

The white-clothed corpse was gently swayed by the breeze. Crash into a cliff. Issuing a "Bang. Bang." The ringing of the sound.

"What is he? What is this place. Why am I here. And how could anyone hang themselves here?"

This is really a puzzling truth.

The young man's figure paused in front of the man. Leap up. Fall on the cliff and stretch out the ape arm. One hand held the man by the waist. Left palm cross-cut. Cut off that white cloth belt. His Dan energy surged everywhere. I don't know how many times sharper than a normal blade.

He gently lowered the hanged man back to the ground. Eyes turned. I can't help but feel like a beat. I saw that the man was about sixty years old. Put your hair in a bun on your head. The beard grows long. Gray and white. But one face is chubby. The corners of the mouth are still slightly raised. The young man was out of breath when he touched it. Its pulse has also been cut off. Even if you're dead. He still has a smile on his face. There is no such thing as the hanged man with a sad face. It's kind of peculiar.

I think this person should have been an optimistic and happy old man before he was born. It's just that why such a person would suddenly hang himself here.

The young man also discovered a strange place. It's this corpse that's so stiff. Its skin is iron-blue. It's like a cold iron man.

And the strangest thing is . There weren't any strangulation marks on his neck. To know. Generally hanged people. will leave a strangulation mark on the neck. In more severe cases, the tongue will stick out. It's extremely ugly. But this old man died without a pen. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. If it weren't for the young man who had touched his breath, his pulse really wouldn't have been. He even thought the old man was asleep.

"From where I heard him sigh. Until I went out and saw him hanged. The period is extremely short. He's hanged. It's also unlikely that he will be hanged right away. Besides, even if you hang yourself, you should have the scars of hanging." This young man is no ordinary man. Ordinary people encounter such strange things. I've long felt chills all over my body. But he's analyzing." If the person who sighed just now was not him at all. It's another murderer. The murderer killed first. Then deliberately make the appearance of the deceased hanging himself. This is the most likely analysis ... But where are his scars?"

The young man stood up and stood in front of the corpse. He folded his hands and bowed three times. Then he sighed: "Alas. Life is so short. I have too many things to do. I just don't feel like I have enough time. And why would anyone take pleasure in killing people.. You can rest assured. I'll be sure to try to find the killer for you. Now it's time to accuse."

After his salute. He began to untie the old man's clothes. Check him for bruises. It's a pity. He checked the whole body. I didn't find anything. This old man seems to have been snatched away by Lord Yama.

Suddenly. Another sigh. This sigh is like the autumn leaves. Grief and powerlessness. It came from his hut.

The young man's heart was chilled. Put down this corpse. He swept through the air. Remove the vines that cover the doorway. Suddenly I felt a chill all over my body. The hand couldn't help but tighten. Because he saw an old man in white clothes hanging from the beam of this hut. He swept up and cut off the white silk. He picked the man up. Don't believe it and look at it carefully. I saw this man with a gray beard. Chubby face. There are also slightly raised corners of the mouth. Exactly like the old man on the cliff. The young man shuddered. He suddenly tore open the vine in the doorway. Look back. But he saw it under the cliff; Among the flowers. There wasn't even a single figure. The corpse he had put down with his own hands was gone.

Only the spring breeze. The warm spring breeze blew on him. Blowing him in a cold sweat.

Exactly the same looks. Exactly the same way to die. There are also instantaneous changes in position. It's weird. This young man is confident in his light work. Even if it's not the best in the world. It's also a master of counting one hand. No one can be the last to come first in the blink of an eye. Carry a corpse and cross in front of him. Hang up the white silk. Absolutely not.

But in front of this situation. How do you explain it?

"Could it be a human skin mask?" The young man examined the corpse's face again. I didn't find any flaws. He was helpless. The last spread. shouted loudly into the air: "I don't know who the master is. Please show up and see you.."

Outside the hut there was a burst of laughter. Laughter is clear. With the power of the young man's ear; I can't tell where the man is. I just felt that the voice was quite far away. At least be far from the cliff.

He's a little on tiptoe. He swept out of the hut again. I saw that his body was like a light smoke. Swept up the cliff with great speed. It's just a low mountain. The potential is not high. But the cliffs are crushed with sand and gravel. Extremely difficult to settle down. But under his feet it is no different than Tangzhuang Avenue. Just a moment. I've already chased it to the top of the cliff. But it's empty. Nothing.

As expected. The hut in the sea of flowers erupted in a burst of happy laughter immediately after he left. Happy as a naughty little ghost playing tricks on an adult.