Ling Xue went all the way back to her courtyard, and before she could push the door in, Nie Junheng's voice sounded behind her.

"Sister."

Ling Xue paused, turned her back to him, and said in a lukewarm tone, "It's so late, what are you doing here?" ”

Nie Junheng stood at the foot of the steps and said, "I don't want you to be unhappy." ”

I don't want her to ignore him again.

Ling Xue frowned and said, "Why am I unhappy, now that you have grown up, you can go wherever you like, I can't control you after all." ”

"You are not happy living here, it is better to move out, far away from here, far away from me!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Xue pushed open the door and entered the house.

Nie Junheng heard the temperament in her voice and raised his feet up the steps.

"Sister, listen to me."

Before he could finish speaking, the door in front of him slammed shut, isolating him from the door.

Nie Junheng knocked on the door helplessly, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Sister, you open the door, let's have a good talk." ”

"What are you talking about?" Ling Xue turned her back against the door and said, "Aren't you going to move out?" Do you still take my sister to heart? ”

"You won't tell me about such a big thing as moving out of the house!"

"You're hiding everything from me!"

"Don't tell me anything!"

In fact, she didn't blame him for hiding it from herself.

She just didn't want him to leave.

I don't want him to face danger alone.

He has made many enemies, and if he encounters this today, will he be able to handle it alone?

Nie Junheng sighed lightly, stood outside the door, and patiently said to her: "Sister, I didn't want to hide it from you. ”

Ling Xue leaned against the door and asked him sideways, "Do you have to move out?" Can't stay? You can't ......."

She wanted to say, can't she stay for her?

"I have to move out." Outside the house, Nie Junheng's tone was very firm.

Perhaps, the idea was decided a long time ago.

The next words choked in his throat for a moment.

Ling Xue understood that no matter how much she said, it would be in vain.

Once he decides something, others can't shake it at all, and Rao is her sister, and she can't do it......

There was no movement in the room, and Nie Junheng gently called her twice.

"Sister."

I hadn't heard Ling Xue's response for a long time.

Nie Junheng lowered his voice and explained in a deep voice: "I can't always live here, even if I don't leave now, I will have to live separately in the future." ”

Ling Xue said: "That...... Can't you move it after that? ”

"Sister, this matter cannot be delayed."

One sentence made Ling Xue's heart sink to the bottom.

He was determined to leave, and it was futile for her to stay.

"Okay." Ling Xue lowered her head, her tone unable to hide her loss.

"Since you have decided what is good, I will no longer persuade you."

Nie Junheng pushed the door, but he still couldn't open it, and the door was latched.

He asked uneasily, "Sister is still angry?" ”

Ling Xue replied unexpectedly: "It's not early, you rest early, I'm going to sleep too." ”

Nie Junheng always felt that her tone was strange, so she said, "You open the door, I have something to say to you." ”

"I'm really going to sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the house went out.

Seeing this, Nie Junheng couldn't bother her anymore, so he could only turn around and leave.

Ling Xue stood at the door for a long time, until the footsteps outside the house faded away, and she returned to the bed in despair.

The moonlight is like ink, the cold wind is cold, and the quiet night is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

A dark shadow quietly jumped off the roof, and the moment he landed, he fell to his knees and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood soaked the black face towel on his face, and when he saw that there was no one around, he took off the face towel, and under the face towel, a handsome face was as pale as snow, with a little tiredness and unwillingness.

Taking a few deep breaths, he raised his eyes to look at the plaque above his head, and the words "Wei Fu" came into view.

At this moment, the door of the mansion was opened, and two guards with knives walked out.

The guard walked up to the man and stood still, and said with an expressionless face, "The master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The man stood up and followed the guards into the house.

A few people walked through the door, through the corridor, past the back garden, and finally through a hidden secret door to a dark secret room.

This is the place where the Wei Mansion cultivates the dead, and it is also the most humid and dark corner of the Wei Mansion.

The light from the outside world could not penetrate the heavy stone walls, and only a few faint torches flickered with a faint yellow light, barely illuminating the surroundings.

The man followed the guard with a blank face, as if he had become accustomed to the darkness here.

The air was filled with a suffocating stench, as if every inch of the air was filled with the smell of death.

Reaching the depths of the chamber, several dead men were chained to the cold stone walls.

They were covered in whiplashes, and the walls behind them were covered with black stains, layer upon layer, like black dirt, and it was disgusting to look at.

However, it wasn't dirt, it was all traces of blood coagulating.

The man passed by them, his indifferent eyes swept over them one by one, and the bloody wound was undoubtedly whipped by the tiger whip.

The wounds were all over the body, and the bones were deep and visible.

But there was not a single wail in their mouths, only endless numbness and obedience in their eyes.

The guards were used to it.

These are the dead men who failed to assassinate.

Wei Mansion does not raise waste! If you fail, you will be severely punished!

In their eyes, a group of nameless maggots and ants are not worthy of sympathy at all.

Finally, the man was taken to one by the guards.

"Master Hou, the people have been brought."

At this moment, Wei Xuzhong was standing in front of a dead man who was being punished.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and when he saw that the man had come behind him, he asked lightly, "The mission has failed?" ”

The man lowered his head, frowned, and said, "The subordinates are incompetent and have failed to complete the task." ”

When Wei Xuzhong heard this, he slowly picked up the red-hot pliers in the brazier, and his tone was flat, but it was eerie and terrifying: "Mo Evil, Mo Evil, you are the most handy knife in my hand, but this time you disappointed me too much!" ”

When the words fell, Wei Xuzhong thrust the red-hot pliers in his hand into the chest of the dead man in front of him.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and an unpleasant smell of blood.

"呲呲~" The strange voice was accompanied by the terrible screams of the dead man, and Mo Xie gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Only when the dead soldiers on Xingtai completely lost their breath did Wei Xuzhong turn around unhurriedly.

He looked at Mo Xie condescendingly, his face was gloomy, and his gaze was like a knife.

"If you were asked to assassinate an unarmed girl, you would fail?"

Mo Xie lowered his head and said resignedly: "The subordinates are incompetent, the master wants to kill or chop, and the subordinates have no complaints." "Xiu Net

A hint of fierceness flashed in Wei Xuzhong's eyes, and he walked up to Mo Xie, first looked at the knife wound on his body, and then kicked him to the ground.

"Rubbish! Isn't the injury on your body the handiwork of Nie Junheng? ”

Seeing that Mo Xie didn't speak, Wei Xuzhong was even more angry.

"It's in vain that I put so much effort into cultivating you, and I personally gave you a name, but you can't even hurt half of Nie Junheng's fingers! What's the use of me raising you! ”

Mo Xie didn't refute at all, but said: "The subordinates are incompetent. ”

At this time, the guards handed over the tiger whip, and Wei Xuzhong took the tiger whip and whipped it fiercely on Mo Xie's body.

The whip fell, bringing up a blood flower, and Mo Xie gritted his teeth, frowned tightly, and said nothing.

Wei Xuzhong didn't mean to stop, he whipped while angrily scolding: "Waste! Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! ”

"What are you doing back? You're damned outside! ”

Mo Xie endured this cruel punishment in silence, and his body was soon covered with whiplashes of different shades, and the blood instantly soaked his black clothes......