Chang An, who was in rags, sat on top of the enemy tower, and he didn't know how many piercings there were on his body.

A pot of wine at his side, a bottomless abyss under his feet.

Several blood-colored giant hands covering the dome above his head, the dead qi surging in their palms, enveloping the general trend of the vast heaven and earth, and pouring towards him.

I sigh that the world is so vast, why is there no hiding place?

Behind it, the souls of the dead gathered into a sea of souls, but under the oppression of those blood-colored giant hands, they collapsed like smoke and dust.

Downstairs of the enemy, the sporadic people who were still standing, were screaming in despair.

It's like blowing the trumpet of destruction for these giant hands.

"Heavens, why are you blind?"

Chang'an's eyes are like a flat lake, and there are no waves.

Turning his head to look at the gods and giants sitting at the end of the Great Wall, exuding blood-colored divine might.

He sighed as he held the flask aloft.

"I don't have the strength, I really don't have the strength, I can't even kill one......"

The blood-colored hand will eventually fall.

With the collapse of the first life, the long-lost ballad sounded in the Infernal Palace.

[Everywhere I look, there are always ghosts around.

The cold of cotton needles pierced through the black curtain.

Was it ever colder than the blood under your feet?

The mottled stone wall is engraved with the word Jun, and the white robe has no way back.

I once saw Bai Yu leading the way and striking Shi Yanming.

West hemp grass, black aunt building.

Ragged clothes, rickety backs, carrying Dingcheng bricks.

Tall stone walls, with jagged fangs, are proof of their existence.

On the weathered remnant monument, the real name cannot be praised.

Now, the blood-stained gods sit at the end, and the light is endless.

The blood of the ancestors is the food in the mouths of eagles and dogs.

But there are always successors who have carved their names into text bricks.

There is always uncooled blood, willing to be thrown on the stone wall.

The man with the torch had stood in front of everyone, trying to illuminate the integrity of the hearts of others.

At last, it was a door made of blood and fire that covered everything.

Ten thousand years have passed, and above the enemy tower, it has been a beacon fire.

Cold slavery, greedy desires, moral integrity are buried.

In this case, my name is engraved on the stumbling tablet.

Dare to ask this enthusiasm, can you warm the coldness of the world? 】

.......

A few months after Youzhou Dabi.

The news of Chang'an's death in Youzhou is already known to the world.

Three days later, on December 5, the Chang family in Qingzhou will hold a funeral for him.

In the past, the luxurious lintel of Changjia has been decorated with white flowers at this time.

The people who came in and out of the house were also covered with a layer of white.

In the backyard, there was no startled noise from Zhuang Sleeve Yu, and instead of it, there was a silent sadness on everyone's face.

The subordinates of Changfu, since Chang'an became famous all over the world, the pride in their eyes has also disappeared without a trace.

At the moment when the news of Chang An's death came, Chang Mu Lin Xinyue became ill.

The funerals in the house are all taken care of by the housekeeper Chang Fu.

After the eldest lady Chang Sheng returned to Qingzhou, she accompanied her in front of the hospital bed every day.

"Sister Sheng!"

Outside Lin Xinyue's bedroom, a fiery sound came in, and when Chang Sheng heard it, he knew that Zhuang Sleeve Yu was back.

wiped the tears in his eyes, opened the door, and Zhuang Zhiyu, who was dressed in tiger skin and had a red bow on his back, plunged into Chang Sheng's arms and kept crying.

"Sister Sheng, what's wrong with the old lady?"

Looking at the hospital bed, Lin Xinyue, who was unconscious, Zhuang Zhiyu, who had rushed back all the way back because of Chang An's death, regardless of physical consumption, suddenly had a weak foot and almost collapsed.

"Uncle Fu!"

Seeing this, Chang Sheng shouted Chang Fu.

Chang Fu didn't appear, but a green skirt came to the door and supported Zhuang Sleeve Yu.

Chang Sheng saw that it was the warmth she brought back from the bank of the Chijiang River that day.

After a long period of recuperation, she has fully recovered her senses.

"Hand her over to me."

Chang Sheng nodded, and handed over Zhuang Zhiyu to Nuan, she was relieved.

Warmth patted her on the shoulder and said

"You haven't rested much in the past few days, and your complexion is so bad, otherwise I'll breathe for you."

Chang Sheng waved his hand

"No need, with Lao Yan here, I'll be fine, but my mother ......"

As she spoke, she lowered her head again, secretly sad.

But soon, she regained her mood and her eyes became more determined.

"Now that my brother is dead, there is no master in Changfu, I'm afraid that I will have to bother Sister Wen to sit in Changfu, and your internal strength can't be wasted on me."

"Sheng Wazi looks down on me again."

Yan Sihai walked over, followed by an old man who was similar to him.

It was in Yanzhou that they met Wu Operator.

"You old bones, I'm afraid you'll be beaten up and broken up with a slap."

Wu Operator teased him.

"Why are you still eating and drinking here?"

Yan Sihai saw Wu Operator coming up, and he looked disgusted.

Wu Xuanzi suddenly blushed.

"Why am I here, obviously Miss Chang promised to catch a hundred souls for me, but now that her brother has died, my souls are in vain, and I am not allowed to charge some interest?"

"Alright, you two don't quarrel."

Chang Sheng persuaded.

"In the past two days, it is estimated that the forces of all parties in the rivers and lakes will come to the door, Lao Yan, you have a wide network of people in the rivers and lakes, so please receive it for me."

Yan Sihai patted his chest

"Don't worry, those guys, they can't ask me for it on weekdays, but now I greet them in person, which is enough to save face."

"You don't want to be big, I vaguely feel that things are not so simple, the two factions of Guigu and the Salt Gang have always been good friends with my brother, and Chu Guanyu, the new owner of Chu's Villa, is also an old acquaintance of my brother, and it is reasonable for them to come to condole, but now the battle between the world and Penglai has become white-hot, and some sects, regardless of Qingzhou on the bank of Penglai, have traveled thousands of miles to deliver letters, and they want to come to condole, I am afraid that their hearts are not right."

Chang Sheng said worriedly.

"The danger of the Penglai Shiren Army, you have all experienced it personally, those sect leaders who are thousands of miles away and have little friendship with the Chang family, want to come to the door in person, this is by no means a simple condolence."

"What are you afraid of, there is still a great grandmaster in Changfu, and when the matter comes, the chick of the Chu family will not stand idly by, and I, a ghost doctor who is proficient in toxicology, forgive them for not daring to make a mistake!"

Yan Sihai's eyes showed a fierce light.

"By the way, why didn't that kid from Mobei come, Chang An had such a big incident, and he was still hiding in Kunlun Mountain."

He suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Zhuang Zhiyu.

Zhuang Zhiyu regained his strength at this moment, broke free from the warmth, and said

"Uncle Shi said that it was not that he didn't want to come, but now he and Sister Sheng can't see each other again."

Yan Sihai frowned, brushed his sleeves and scolded

"Shit! Since the first battle in the heavenly court, this guy has been chattering, and one day, the old man personally went to Kunlun and prescribed him a few poisonous prescriptions to exorcise evil spirits. ”

Gangnam, Qingchuan Prefecture.

Qingchuan Prefecture is the terminus of the Chijiang River into the South China Sea, adjacent to the 100,000 mountains in the south, and is located in the westernmost part of the eight prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is also where the ghost valley is located.

Early in the morning, Zhang Daoyun, the eldest disciple of the Ghost Valley, led a group of disciples of the Ghost Valley to wait outside the courtyard of the valley master.

"Senior brother, this time I went to Qingzhou, but you want to bring me some delicious food, I heard that in the Central Plains, there are many delicacies that can't be eaten in Qingchuan Prefecture."

A female disciple said coquettishly to Zhang Daoyun.

"Senior brother, we don't have a chance to get out of the valley, the valley master only takes you out of the valley every time, and the junior brothers are envious."

The disciples behind him also echoed.

"Silence!"

Zhang Daoyun gestured at them, lowered his voice, and reprimanded

"Looking for death, the valley lord hates others to disturb his sleep the most, I see that you all have itchy skin, right?"

Hearing the word valley master, everyone was suddenly silent.

"Strange, the valley lord always said that when he was young, he did too many things to lose, and he suffered retribution, he couldn't sleep at night, and he slept lightly in the morning, but whenever there was a little noise, he would be woken up, and today we were so loud, why didn't the valley lord wake up yet."

After a long time, there was still no movement in the courtyard, and the female disciple felt a little strange.

Hearing this, Zhang Daoyun also felt a little abnormal.

"yes, why hasn't this old guy gotten up yet?"

The disciples behind him were slandered for a while, this senior brother was beaten from childhood to adulthood, and he didn't know how to respect his teacher.

"I'll go in and have a look."

Zhang Daoyun said.

"Senior brother."

The female disciple behind him called out.

Zhang Daoyun turned his head and found that the juniors and disciples behind him had tacitly shrunk back three feet away.

looked at him with a look of horror, while still waving, as if to see him off.

"Senior brother, let's go, when you go, I will be the senior sister, every year today, I will lead the junior brothers to give you incense."

Zhang Daoyun was instantly furious and gave his junior sister a look at the melon seeds.

The painful junior sister bared her teeth.

"What do you say, your senior brother and I will live a long life."

As he spoke, he walked into the courtyard without looking back.

"Boom!"

But in a moment, there was an explosion in the courtyard, and Zhang Daoyun rushed out angrily and shouted at the disciples

"Immediately, seal the valley!"

The junior brothers and sisters were at a loss, only listening to Zhang Daoyun shouting

"The valley lord was assassinated!"

"What!"

"Quickly seal the valley, the murderer shouldn't have escaped yet!"

Linzhou, between Jiangzhou and Qingchuan Prefecture, Chijiang River passes through this state, which is the most stable section.

So, along this section of the Chijiang River, the famous big gang in the south of the Yangtze River was fed, the salt gang 36 villages, and the owner of the big village, Lian Congyun, was known as the first master in the south of the Yangtze River under the knife gate in the past.

At this time, Lian Congyun was sitting on the largest merchant ship in the south of the Yangtze River, Chiyun, and traveled along the Chijiang River to the boundary of Jiangzhou.

"Alas, thinking back then, we joined forces with the Chang'an brothers to ambush the minions of Youzhou in Jiangnan, what a joyful thing it was, but I didn't expect that now, it is separated by heaven and man."

Lian Congyun shook his head and sighed while drinking wine.

"Lord Qiyu Dazhai, when you arrive at the boundary of Jiangzhou, one day later, you can go ashore from Liangzhou."

The salt gang disciples came in to report the news.

Lian Congyun nodded

"Got it, let's go down."

"Huh?"

Lian Congyun's expression suddenly changed, and the disciples of the Salt Gang below were all killed, and several hidden weapons were thrown out in one go.

"Smack!"

He was furious, slapped the case, dodged the hidden weapon, flipped two heels in the air, and landed in front of the disciple, grabbing his throat.

"Say! Who sent you! ”

Who knew that the disciple was not afraid at all, and smiled contemptuously

"Master Dazhai, you don't recognize me, I'm from Qingzhai."

"Nonsense, how dare Qingzhai make a move on me?"

As he spoke, he exerted force in his palm, and the disciple was strangled to a pale, but he still gritted his teeth.

"Speak quickly!"

At this time, several more disciples came in the cabin.

"Dazhai Lord!"

Connected from the clouds

"What are you eating, you don't know if there are assassins on board?"

Those disciples immediately trembled and said busily

"The subordinates are not doing well, please punish the master of Dazhai."

Lian Congyun threw the disciple over, turned around, and said

"Drag him down and ask who is directing him."

"Die!"

In an instant, with a loud shout, the mutation regenerated, Lian Congyun felt a chill down his spine, and countless hidden weapons shot from behind!