The drizzle in the world did not stop, and the blue and black eaves that were hovering in the air were floating with a fine mist.

Xu Chunhua stood anxiously by the window of the back kitchen of the restaurant in a daze.

The small town girl clutched a rag tightly in her hand, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously pursed deeply,

She may or may not be thinking about a lot of things, or she may not be thinking about anything.

The shopkeeper didn't blame her either.

Today's business in the restaurant is average, and everyone is in a daze.

One is because it seems that there is a problem with the operation of Huaidu, and it has stopped today, and it has stopped here for a long time.

Second, it is because of the news circulating in Huaidu today.

The military department Shangshu died on the streets.

Of course, the military department Shangshu can die.

For example, dying of old age, such as falling down, the body's functions quickly collapse, or like being drenched in a rain, and then unable to get up again.

It's just that someone killed someone in the alley with a sword, and this kind of death is too shocking.

How many years has it been since something like this has happened in Huaidu?

It is said that it was only during the rebellion on the twelfth floor caused by the white wind and rain that there were some unusual things happening in Huaidu.

Xu Chunhua stood there for a long time.

When the back kitchen has a hot pot gas, it is undoubtedly fragrant and attractive, but when there is no fire in the back kitchen, there is a kind of special coldness and loneliness.

It's probably the same outside the window.

Although people were still in a hurry, the long streets and eaves that hung everywhere still set the tone of such a vast city in the rain.

But the looks on the faces of the world are a little dignified and depressed.

The sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect sat on the slanted platform, and the military department Shangshu died on the street, coupled with the sudden rain in May.

Probably Chen He will be sad when he sees it.

When Xu Chunhua thought like this, she saw some heavenly prison officials slowly coming in the rain with umbrellas on the street.

The girl from the small town was very apprehensive in her heart—after the boy had said that, he left in the alley with an umbrella and stepping on the walls and eaves.

Xu Chunhua probably also knows why the teenager who is used to walking chose to fly the eaves and walk on the wall.

Presumably to prevent implicating oneself.

Practitioners can certainly walk, and they can also fly.

Only the people of the world can honestly step on those wet stone slabs and move forward cautiously - Xu Chunhua passed through the capital after drinking the bowl of porridge.

The mood of the small town girl is naturally very worried.

What's wrong with just a bowl of freshly cooked porridge?

So Xu Chunhua drank it cleanly.

It is naturally shameful to waste food.

When Xu Chunhua came back to her senses, the heavenly jailer had already walked into the restaurant, talking to the shopkeeper in front of the counter and talking to something, and glancing at the back kitchen where the curtain was lifted from time to time.

When the small-town girl glanced over, she happened to meet the gaze of the heavenly jailer who couldn't see emotion.

Xu Chunhua retracted her gaze a little frightened, turned around and picked up the rag and began to wipe the stove.

In fact, it was not only Xu Chunhua who was nervous, but the people in the back kitchen turned their heads a little apprehensively when they saw the gaze of the black heavenly jailer.

Heavenly Hell is naturally not a view of mountains and rivers, nor is it a human sword sect.

They don't seem to have stirred up the wind and rain in the world, and in a place like Huaidu, they are even silent many times.

It's just that the world is still afraid of such a place.

The night will not stir up the wind and rain, but when people walk alone or in groups in the dark night, their hearts will still be frightened.

The black robes of the Heavenly Hell sometimes do seem like a scattered night.

Xu Chunhua carefully wiped the stove that had not been soiled much in the first place.

A very gentle footstep gradually came from behind him.

Xu Chunhua's body straightened instantly, and the movements in her hands stiffened - the voice stopped beside Xu Chunhua.

The small town girl's heart was beating like a fish that had accidentally jumped from a stream to the shore.

It's not just jumping around.

And suffocating.

And fear.

When Xu Chunhua saw everyone turn to look at the heavenly jailer behind her, the small town girl realized that if she didn't turn around, then she seemed to represent a lot of problems.

Xu Chunhua stretched out her hand to support the stove and slowly turned around.

The heavenly jailer stood there quietly.

It's just that to Xu Chunhua's surprise, he wasn't looking at himself, nor at others in the back kitchen, but just looking at the drizzling eaves outside the window.

The sound of rain may be dripping, or it may be murmuring.

It's just that Xu Chunhua, who suddenly had some tinnitus, couldn't hear it.

Only then did the small-town girl realize that the heavenly jailer was not deliberately going behind her, but that she had been looking out the window, and this was the place directly outside the window.

Xu Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief in hindsight.

But before that breath fell from his throat back into his chest, the expressionless heavenly jailer lowered his head and quietly looked at the small town girl's rather unsettled breasts.

"Xu Chunhua?"

A chill enveloped the small town girl, and she only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and she stood there full of suffocation.

The Heavenly Jailer didn't change his mood about her reaction, just looked down at her quietly, as if waiting for an answer.

It took Xu Chunhua a long time before she finally exhaled and said tremblingly, "Yes, my lord." ”

On the contrary, the heavenly jailer was silent, looked at her quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "You don't have to be nervous, but there are some things to ask you." Come with me. ”

The heavenly jailer said, turning and stepping up the stairs through the lobby to the second floor, where there were no guests.

Xu Chunhua stood there silent for a long time, and then silently put down the rag in her hand and walked towards the second floor of the restaurant.

The Heavenly Prison Servant stood at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor with his sword in his hand, heard footsteps behind him, glanced back, and walked out.

There was some dampness in the corridor, probably because the rain had been blowing in obliquely.

When Xu Chunhua walked there, she remembered the roads in Huaidu that she had walked this morning.

This small-town girl was full of worries in her heart.

In fact, she knew very well what the heavenly jailer who had rarely walked in the world like this was for.

The teenager.

The young man said that he didn't kill the military department Shangshu, and he didn't even draw his sword, but at least it also showed one thing, he did go there when the military department Shangshu died.

Xu Chunhua walked and walked, and indeed looked at the drizzling street in the world with some blankness.

He looked up again, and looked upward, as if there was a young man pushing a cart selling teppanyaki tofu, looking downward.

How do you answer those things?

Chen He.

The heavenly jailer stood there quietly, and did not urge the woman who had gone out of her mind there.

Xu Chunhua didn't wake up until she caught a glimpse of the black robe flying in the corridor, lowered her head and walked there silently.

It's just that to Xu Chunhua's surprise, the heavenly jailer didn't ask about the young man, just looked at her quietly and asked a very strange question.

"Would you say no?"

Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze, not knowing what this meant.

So the heavenly jailer calmly asked again: "Will you say no?" ”

Xu Chunhua hesitated for a long time.

She didn't know how she was going to answer such a question.

Even if the heavenly jailer directly asked her if she had seen that young man, he would not let her be so dazed and struggling.

What does that mean?

Perhaps it is because there is a paradoxical side to such a question.

Xu Chunhua couldn't say no.

So after a long silence, she chose the only reasonable answer.

"Yes."

The heavenly jailer stood there calmly, saying nothing, and then fell directly from the porch on the eaves of the side of the house, until the flying black robe fell in the rain, and the umbrella in his hand was propped up again.

The small town girl who was standing there finally saw that the heavenly prison official raised her head again on the long street where she jumped down to the long street and shocked the world's attention, looked at her very calmly and asked.

"Xu Chunhua?"

The girl from the small town stood there in a daze, as if she understood something, but she still hadn't figured out much.

But she just shook her head slowly and said softly, "No. ”

"Excuse me."

The heavenly jailer didn't ask any more questions, lowered the edge of the umbrella, and walked away quietly in the long street where no one understood what was happening in the rain.

Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze, not knowing what this meant.

......

The boy held an umbrella and walked quietly in the long rainy street.

When such a young man with an umbrella walks in the rain, he probably doesn't pay so much attention after all.

However, sword cultivation is still curious in today's Huaidu.

It's just that those people walking in the long street don't seem to have seen such a teenager, even if the young man's heavy black umbrella brushes their eyebrows and eyes, throws off a few drops of rain and walks over, no one notices here.

The boy had a strange trick in his hand.

There is a peach blossom's incomparably calm voice chanting softly.

"If you don't see it, you can't see it, you can't hear it, you can't say it, you can't say it. These three cannot be interrogated, so they are mixed into one. The top is not bright, the bottom is not ambiguous, the rope is nameless, and it returns to nothingness, which is called the formless state, the image of nothing, and the trance......"

The boy walked very calmly.

But he also asked Peach Blossom a question in his heart.

"Did you do it?"

Peach Blossom quietly recited the five thousand words, and the ancient scroll in the sea of gods was slowly moving, until it stopped at the page where it was out of sight.

"Why do you think it's me?"

The voice of the South Island resounded in the sea of gods.

"When you were in Nanyi City, you did Nandao."

Peach Blossom sat in front of the wind and snow grass in the corner of the Shenhai Sea, and said calmly: "That's just because someone always has to do Nandao." ”

Nandao didn't say anything more, just like an ordinary one among the countless mushrooms in the rain, shuttling through the flow of people.

He was going to go back and see what had happened in that alley.

Just as the boy and the woman named Xu Chunhua said.

He didn't kill him, he didn't even draw his sword.

The teenager was angry, of course.

It's just that the story of Hu Lu killing the rat with anger also made his anger more restrained.

What's more, sharpening the sword under the moon and asking the heart may indeed be of great help.

Nanjima grinded for a night and asked himself many questions. Eventually, those thoughts stopped at a question.

Is the Lingnan incident really the dereliction of duty of the military department?

The boy will always remember the death of such a little demon girl, because he asked the Zero Pavilion to send a letter to Qingtian Dao.

It is very difficult for people to deliberately want to do something wrong in life, and it is also very difficult to do something right.

However, sometimes it is easy to do something right and be self-defeating.

Nandao walked silently through the world with an umbrella, he knew that Peach Blossom's technique could not be hidden from everyone.

For example, there are many disciples of the Human Sword Sect on the inclined platform.

At the beginning, the one called Shanzhaoshui easily saw the traces of such a young man.

It's just that the boy still walked over there in a desperate way.

The boy stopped outside the long and uninhabited streets, where many people were actually looking inside.

It's just that naturally you can't see anything, and the heavenly hell has blocked ten miles, and the eyes of the world naturally can't see things for ten miles.

Nandao looked silently in the crowd for a moment, then looked up. Huaidu stopped at the time of Maochen, and such a street structure of Huaidu was naturally extremely unfamiliar to the teenager.

So he looked at it for a long time, but decided to go to a higher level.

The umbrellas in the rain were very dense, and they were constantly crowded on the stone steps that zigzag towards the upper floors.

It took a long time for Nandao to finally stand on a hanging street somewhere in the middle of the world.

People gathered around the guardrail, looking at the hanging street buildings in the rain in front of them, as if they wanted to see a lot of grand excitement in the dead streets.

However, there was nothing inside, except for the occasional black-robed Heavenly Prison Guard, patrolling the room.

In fact, this is also the case elsewhere, but there is a lack of crowding here, so the black is particularly conspicuous.

It's like a green eaves in the snow, and you can see it at a glance.

Nandao stood on the edge of the hanging street, waiting there very quietly.

It's been raining for most of the day.

But it can't rain all the time, maybe it will stop in the evening, maybe it will stop at night.

As the sound of the twilight rain gradually subsided, the onlookers slowly dispersed in a shaking head and sighing.

Perhaps they were lamenting the sudden death of such an old man.

Perhaps they are lamenting the fact that people who have not left their homes because of the lockdown.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the boy under the umbrella stood at the very edge of those hanging streets like a lonely island that finally appeared on the shore after the tide receded.

It was as if the sea had washed away the cornerstone of the bottom, and gradually disappeared there.

In the midst of the flow of people, this young man appeared in those blocked ten miles at some point.

In an alley where the rain is still lingering, the rain from the eaves is dripping on the young man's umbrella, and in such a silent alley, there is probably a little abrupt sound.

Huaidu has not changed anymore.

However, for such a teenager, this happens to be a change.

Nandao stood in the alley, looked quietly for a long time, and finally found some of the alleys that he had walked through that day, but now those alleys that should have been closely connected at night, but at this time, they were scattered everywhere as if they had been cut off by someone, some in the sky, some on the ground, and some led to the bottom of Huaidu.

Many of the machines that follow the rules that should run until a certain moment will not be coupled, and at this time they are about to stagnate in the rain of this world.

The prison guards were still searching everywhere, as if they were very serious, and as if they were just a puppet show for the world to see.

In the alleys and alleys that have been built everywhere, walking back and forth.

Nandao was silent for a moment, and then carefully walked through the alleys with an umbrella, like the same alley yesterday.

It's just that such a teenager had not even really entered the edge of such an alley before he had to stop.

Nandao stood silently on the edge of the alley in the rain with an umbrella, and looked up at the hanging street.

There was an extremely tall black-robed man standing in the rain with an umbrella.

The man didn't seem to notice himself, just looking up at some alley on a higher level.

Huaidu Heavenly Prison Owner, Liu Qinghe.

Nandao naturally doesn't know Liuqinghe, but the well-known Liubai ape in Huaidu is not an unfamiliar name after all.

When such a black-robed man stood there quietly holding an umbrella, it was indeed like what the world had described.

Great ape peep at white flowers.

Nandao's expression was very solemn, and his breathing became unconsciously dull.

If such a man slowly pulled out an extremely long red blood bar on his head, perhaps the sense of oppression would be even stronger.

Nandao silently took a few steps back into the alley.

There are many dispatchers or deans in Hell.

However, in such a place, there is only one prison master.

Just like the master of the ghost town division back then.

The young man, who had calmly and firmly walked through the long street, wanted to return to the alley to see what was going on, but at this moment he faintly felt a lot of wavering.

Standing on the hanging street overlooking the world, the young man naturally did not have any possibility of sneaking through and returning to that alley.

Nandao stood hesitantly in the alley.

However, in the next moment, when the young man was still hesitating, the tall man in black robe standing with an umbrella on the street slowly turned his head, and his eyes stayed on such an alley.

When Nandao turned his gaze, an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart.

The Parrot Island and the Peach Blossom Sword behind him were both a little restless, and the young man hurriedly raised his hand and pressed the two swords, which stopped the trend of the sword sound.

It's just that before the boy could completely hide in the alley, a very calm, but enough to make the boy creepy suddenly came from behind him.

"South Island?"

Nandao suddenly clenched the Parrot Island behind him.