Ming Xuan walked into the alley, came to the door of Xu Zherui's old mansion, and knocked on the door.

"Knock Knock ......"

The scalper snorted, indicating that he was back.

At the time of a cup of tea, the courtyard door was opened, and a woman was greeted by him, that is, Xu Zherui's mother.

In the past, it was basically Xu Zherui who opened the door, but this time when he saw that it was not him, he was also a little curious, so he asked.

"Xu Zherui, isn't he at home?"

The woman shook her head, took out five cents from her pocket, and said gently and elegantly with a smile on her face.

"Xiao Rui followed his grandfather out to herd the cows, and it is estimated that he will come back in a while, are you looking for Xiao Rui for something? If anything, come in and sit! ”

Ming Xuan took the money and put it in his pocket, and said with a smile: "No, it's just that it's him on weekdays, but it's not him today, it's just a little unaccustomed!" ”

The woman smiled, "Alright, it's not too early, let's go back early!" Then the woman led the oxen to the cowshed, and as if she had thought of something, she stopped, "Tomorrow is a good rest, and it is good to come and graze the cows in the afternoon." ”

Ming Xuan was a little puzzled: "Don't you have to plow the fields tomorrow?" ”

The woman nodded and explained, "All the fields have been ploughed. ”

Ming Xuan nodded, closed the courtyard door casually, and walked in the direction of home.

Ming Xuan took out a copper coin from his pocket and played with it in his hand, shaking his head and sighing.

"Hey...... I earned less than five cents, and I knew that I would finish plowing soon. ”

Ming Xuan originally wanted to finish plowing the field quickly, and then come to herd the cows, so that ten cents could be easily obtained, but he never expected that today's rice fields were too big to be cultivated, and the time was too late, so he could only miss the five cents.

Ming Xuan found the old man who sold sugar gourds yesterday and bought a sugar gourd with three pennies, the old man was still the same as last night, he was only willing to charge two pennies, but Ming Xuan insisted on giving three pennies, and the old man couldn't resist him, so he had to accept it, and the two said goodbye one after another.

Ming Xuan passed by the competition arena again, and a man begged for mercy from the stage, but no one sympathized with him among the onlookers in the audience, and they all started to coax, arch the fire, and cheered, "Kill him...... Kill him. ”

Ming Xuan couldn't help but be curious, looking at the martial arts arena through the gap, a man knelt on the ground and stared at the man in the cloak in front of him with a panicked face, frantically begging for mercy, but the man in the cloak was not moved, a sword was swung out, the sword light flashed away, and a slender mouth appeared on the neck of the man kneeling and begging for mercy, and the blood flowed, and the man begging for mercy covered his neck with his hand and fell to the ground and convulsed, and soon the man begging for mercy lay on the ground without breathing.

Ming Xuan's gaze shifted to the man in the cloak, frowned, and muttered to himself.

"It's him again, I don't know how many times I've seen him in the tournament."

Ming Xuan often passes by here, I don't know how many people I have seen, but the only impression is the man in the cloak, everyone else comes once or twice, and he will not come again, the man in the cloak is different, he seems to come at this time of the day, and every time he will leave here with a scarred child, Ming Xuan has seen him too many times, he has lost count of the times.

The man in the cloak looked through the gap at where Ming Xuan was just now, but he didn't see Ming Xuan.

A scarred little boy cautiously walked up to the man in the cloak, his body trembling a little, and his eyes revealed fear, because everything that had just happened came into view, and he was afraid that the man in the cloak in front of him would kill him.

The man in the cloak looked back at the little boy beside him, didn't say anything, took the little boy's hand, and left here.

Ten meters away from the bluestone town, there is a village, there are more than a dozen families living in the village, in an old house, a little girl is happily swinging, a woman in the house sits on the steps embroidery, from time to time to look at the courtyard door, the expression is a little unnatural, some anxious, it seems to be waiting for someone to return.

"Mother, why hasn't Daddy come back?"

A well-behaved and immature voice sounded, it was the little girl swinging, the little girl seemed to be only about five years old, with a young and smooth face under the snow-white skin, like a doll, petite and cute, who can not love it!

Before the woman could reply, the door was pushed open, and the woman, believing that her husband had returned, stood up with a look of ecstasy. However, it was not her husband who appeared in front of her, but a man in a blood-red cloak.

Before the woman could react, the cloaked man raised his head, a sword appeared in his hand, and in a step, it appeared in front of the woman, a sword was swung, the woman had no time to react, it can also be said that there was no room for reaction, the neck was cut a slender hole, the woman covered the bleeding neck with her hand and fell to the ground, the blood stained the embroidery.

The woman's eyes moved to the little girl swinging, her expression struggling, her mouth opening and closing, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

The little girl saw her mother fall, and fell off the swing suddenly, even if the fall hurt again, the little girl got up, desperate, crying and running to her mother, who was already out of breath.

The man in the cloak turned and watched the little girl running towards him, looking down at the long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand. The man in the cloak put away his sword, looked up, and grabbed the little girl by the collar with one step, picked the little girl up, and walked away quickly.

Because the little girl's cry was too loud, the neighbors next door woke up, and they all went out of the house to see the situation, and found that there were dead people, and they were all frightened, and they ran home to close the doors and windows, and did not dare to come out again, after all, they are just ordinary people, and it is normal to be afraid of seeing dead people.

Ming Xuan walked through the crowd, came to his yard, pushed open the door and walked in, calling as he walked.

"Xiaoya, I'm back."

No one responded, Ming Xuan thought she didn't hear it, and didn't care, pushed open the door of the house, and shouted again.

"Xiaoya, are you playing hide and seek with my brother and me?"

Still no one responded, Ming Xuan didn't notice anything, still thought she was playing hide and seek with herself, after all, she played a lot of tricks on Ming Xuan on weekdays, so this time she also thought she was hiding in some dark corner, Ming Xuan didn't look for it, but raised the sugar gourd in his hand in the moonlight, and said with a big smile.

"Xiaoya, look...... My brother brought you something back, and if you don't come out again, my brother will eat it. ”

Still no one responded, Ming Xuan was obviously a little panicked, after all, in the past, as long as he took out the sugar gourd, Ming Ya saw it, and he would run out unconsciously, even if there was no sugar gourd in his hand, as long as he was tempted with a sugar gourd, Ming Ya couldn't withstand the temptation, and he would still be fooled and run out, but this time he didn't, and Ming Xuan still had a sugar gourd in his hand.

Ming Xuan was stunned, maybe Ming Ya was really gone, his expression was suddenly nervous, he threw down the sugar gourd, and began to frantically look for Ming Ya's figure in the dark house, because Ming Xuan was too anxious, he stumbled in the house, and many places on his body were hit red, and he went around and looked up and down the house, but still didn't see Ming Ya's figure, Ming Xuan's heart was like ashes, and he still didn't want to believe that he was looking for it again and again in the house, even if he had looked for it many times, he would feel that he had not looked for it, and there were tears in the corners of Ming Xuan's eyes.