Here it comes.

Zhang Jian held the dying Gu Hao in his hand and walked slowly towards Qin Xian.

All the villagers craned their heads and looked at this side, in the dark night, if they looked down from the sky, the firelight slowly closed in a fan-shape, tightly enveloping Qin Xian.

There was not a single villager who did not have an expectant expression on his face.

"Squeak"

"Squeak"

"Squeak"

Zhang Jian's steps were still as usual, especially lighter than usual, but at this moment, perhaps because of the ancient hao, the sound of each step on the ground was extremely clear in Qin Xian's ears.

Qin Xian sat on the ground and looked up at her husband.

In the dark night, the villagers couldn't see his specific expression clearly, only saw a slight shrug on his shoulders.

Zhang Jian put the dying Gu Hao beside Qin Xian.

"You do it." Zhang Jian's eyes were deep.

The boy blushed and looked at the gentleman, his mouth open, but he could not speak.

"There's a knife here!" In the distance, a voice quipped.

It turned out to be Cheng Qiu who went and returned, holding a firewood knife in his fingers and holding it in his hand.

Dangling one after the other, he threw it at the boy's feet.

The man brought it back, and the knife came in.

The boy was shocked: "Sir? ”

Zhang Jian hesitated for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "To eliminate harm for the people, you come by yourself." ”

At this moment, Qin Xian was really a little panicked, this big question was thrown to herself, how to choose?

What if a heinous murderer were your benefactor?

Killed with your own hands? In the name of an ungrateful villain;

Don't kill, let it go? There is no distinction between good and evil.

There is only one glimmer of hope, and this matter is only in his hands.

But now Mr. let himself be killed, which makes him how to deal with himself in the future.

The young man was a little painful and held his head: "Sir, why is this?" ”

Zhang Jian thought for a while and said, "Your own way, go by yourself." ”

The villagers began to point.

"Kill him, Qin Xian!"

"Yes, what are you waiting for if you don't do anything about slaughtering the wicked people in the village like this?"

"Kill him, you bastard, what are you hesitating about, is it possible that you still want to let him live?"

"Such a good thing to punish evil hoes and rapists, don't hurry up and do it when it falls on your head!"

"What are you afraid of, it's not the first time you've killed someone, won't you kill someone this morning, what kind of little good man will this pretend!"

The first man screamed the most fiercely, and he was only three or five steps away from Qin Xian unconsciously.

Qin Xian picked up the firewood knife on the ground, handed it to him, and said, "Then such a good thing is for you, you come." ”

The man was choked up and speechless, and while waving his hand, he retreated and said: "Hey, Mr. asked you to kill him and eliminate harm for the people, how can I rob him, besides, we are all ordinary people, where have we killed people like you, you come, you come." ”

If it was daytime, Qin Xian would definitely see the man's face clearly.

The villain's face.

With a wry smile to retract the firewood knife, at this moment, Qin Xian's face was pale, sad, and miserable, and at the same time, there was a kind of profundity that had been carefully considered.

"Uncle Gu, Uncle Gu?" Qin Xian leaned over beside Gu Hao and shouted softly.

Gu Hao's eyelids trembled, and his breath was like a gossamer.

"I can't wake up, the injury is too serious." Cheng Qiu said.

"Then leave him alone, isn't it just ......" Qin Xian whispered with some hope.

"That's going to be a long time!" Zhang Jian couldn't hear whether he was happy or sad and said.

"But I can afford to wait!" Qin Xian seemed to have grasped the straw of life.

"I can't afford to wait, give you a stick of incense time, and I'll return the person." Zhang Jiandao.

……

On the night after his birthday, he had a dream. Recently, she felt very distressed, her father said that he wanted to find a family affair for herself, but she was full of Brother Qin, but her father didn't seem to be very satisfied with Brother Qin, which caused him to think crankily all day long, so he always had many strange dreams at night.

That night, she dreamed that at the foot of a high mountain, there was a huge well that went all the way to the ground. At the mouth of the well, there is a boxy cube like a dice-like transparent stone, but his six sides are not ideas, but strange symbols are drawn, which makes people feel a headache to see.

The dice began to rush all the way down the well, washed by the rain, and rushed in. It seemed to be about to rush to the end, but there were a few loud rumbles in the depths, and countless dustpan-sized stones rolled down the wall of the well, and the dice were suddenly smashed to pieces. It even let out a miserable cry, slid down the wall of the well in the billowing of smoke and dust, and was finally crushed against the wall of the well.

However, the dice did not seem to give up, and staggered and dragged the broken half, struggled out of the stone pile, and crawled deeper again, and just as they were about to succeed, the stones on the wall of the well rolled down one after another. The dice screamed and were once again restrained against the wall of the well. She looked at the dice in her sleep, only to see it stand up again, shake what little "body" it had left, tremble, and staggered to the bottom of the well.

Every time he went here, he would wake up, and his tears would always soak the bedding.

My mind was full of confusion, why did I have such a dream? What the hell is that dice? Studied but cannot comprehend.

Now she thinks back that the mountain is quite like the Dingshan in front of her at this moment.

Mo Qijia saw An An and said thoughtfully: "What are you thinking?" Ann? ”

"Oh, it's nothing, are we going to go in and find the old man?" He returned to Shinto.

"I think that's enough, but is there anything missing? Seeing that it is not early, it is too strange to find an old man in this deep mountain forest. Song Qian said with a large bag of white mourning paper.

"It's okay to say anything else, it's mainly the coffin, and there is no one else who can do it around here." Mo Qijia said helplessly.

Song Qian didn't care about his brother's expression, but turned his head to look at Qi Nu'an and said, "An An, what do you think?" ”

"Seventh brother, I also feel a little panicked, my father often says, Dingshan is dangerous, don't let me come here, now although there are you and Brother Song Qian, but at night the lights are blind, I'm really a little afraid." Qi Nu'an's mind was flying, and Song Qianyi said that she was also a little hairy in her heart, and she was really saying her opinion, in her opinion, isn't it weird and crazy to go into the mountains in the middle of the night to find an old man to make a coffin.

When Song Qian heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't be that person to coax us, maybe that old man didn't come to this mountain at all!" ”

Mo Qijia and Qi Nu'an glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but think, yes, they said that Old Man Ge went to Dingshan, right? I didn't even look elsewhere, but I believed it in a daze.

Song Qian saw that the two of them were shaken, and hit the railroad while it was hot: "Let's go, let's go, it's getting late today, presumably your father is in a hurry, we will send you back first, and then go to find the old man tomorrow." ”

Qi Nu'an thought that he had indeed been out for a long time, so he went back first, and the two brothers also ran with him for a day, and he was hungry when he thought about it, so he immediately agreed.

The three of them left Dingshan quickly and headed for their ancient home.

Following the direction where the three of them had stood before, they went to the depths of Dingshan, the source of the stream, and there was a stone wall that was hundreds of feet high and smooth.

The stream flows out of the crevice beneath the stone wall.

It is usually very quiet here, and the birds and beasts are hiding far away.

But at this moment, there is an old man sitting cross-legged under the stone wall, if the three of them see it, they will be surprised, isn't it the old man?

The old man leaned over, caressing the stone wall with one hand, and pointing two fingers at his eyebrows with the other.

It seems that he has encountered trouble, and his brows are tightly knit.

……

From beginning to end, the young Taoist was treating his injuries with medicine god money, while watching quietly, without saying a word, and would not make any moves like a eunuch to suddenly kill the killer, at this moment, seeing Qin Xian's dilemma, he lowered his head and pondered.

He didn't have to solve Gu Hao by himself, he just wanted the other party to repay and repay, which cut off the cause and effect of his master and the distant villagers.

So at this time, he was thinking about whether he should stand up and kill Gu Hao.

"No, no, this is a test given to him by Mr. Four, if I mess it up for no reason, don't mess up, just wait and see." The young Taoist eventually rejected his idea.

A gust of wind blew in from a distance with a burst of fragrance, but the young Taoist felt that he suddenly felt a coolness on the back of his neck, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub it, while thinking in his heart: "This kid, today is a relative, and his lover is not good to keep well, what kind of life is it, so strange?" ”

"Why are so many people gathered around your door?" Mo Qijia looked at the direction of the Gu family from a distance and said strangely.

"Didn't they come to question your father again?" Song Qian said to Qi Nu.

Qi Nuan hurriedly ran home.

When I got closer, I heard the villagers:

"An An's girl is back."

"There's a good show to watch now."

"How?"

"Hmph, didn't you see the two boys in the back holding the mourning paper?"

"See, what's wrong?"

"This girl followed Qin Xian blindly all day long, and she didn't see anyone when there was such a big event, and she came back with this big pile of mourning papers, you say, what's wrong?"

"Ahh Are you saying that this girl and Qin Xian kid colluded to kill Gu Hao? ”

"Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental, and I came back with so many mourning papers."

"But during the day, Qin Xian also went too far for this Gu Hao, and even killed someone!"

"What's that, this kid is very good, that's for us to see, Gu Hao has always looked down on him, although he is a foil, in fact, he should be called Huazi, which doesn't make this kid hold a grudge."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"Maybe I'm waiting for this girl to come back and play a big drama together!"

……

didn't have time to pay attention to these gossips, Qi Nu'an was concerned about his father's safety.

She pushed through the crowd, walked to the front, followed the gaze of the villagers, and looked into her yard.

Although it is dilapidated, it is not difficult to tell from the scattered objects that it is indeed his own yard.

She saw three dark shadows high and low in the dark night.

She knew that one of the three dark shadows was Mr. Xuetang, and the other was the man next to the prince of Otsumi during the day.

There is also a kneeling on the ground, it is Brother Qin, who he misses day and night.

The sparkling fires flickered in the dark night.

In front of Brother Qin's arms, there was a person lying upright, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

What Qi Nu'an couldn't see clearly, there was also a darkness in Qin Xian's hands.

And in that dark place is the firewood knife that extinguished the fire candle of the slaughtering village.

The firewood knife was pierced in the heart, and the blood trickled out, and it could not be stopped.

Qin Xian reached out to cover it.

I don't know if some villagers leaned forward, and a few clouds of light floated from the dark and dreary night, filling the corner of the dark place, illuminating the man lying down, the knife.

"Daddy!"

She screamed in disbelief.

"Zuzhou is really a wonderful place for amazing people!" Cheng Qiu seemed to use this thought to squeeze away some of the pity that arose in his heart at the moment.