Linhai City of the West Sea Empire. Due to the geographical location of the mainland, the autumn here is almost completely different from the southernmost Nanmen College, and when the dusk gradually deepens, you can already glimpse the bleakness in the momentum.

The night quietly descended on the streets and alleys of Linhai City with a cold wind. The dim street lamps lit up, and the haze around the lamps illuminated this familiar street, which was a little soft and cold. This street is the place where Xia Yang and the three of them were imprisoned three days ago, and it is quieter and colder. The few passers-by came and disappeared in a hurry, and the figures of Xia Yang and a few people were gone, but the faint stains of brown and black blood in the streets were still scattered and messy, which seemed to explain the tragic battle that happened here not long ago. The lonely old beggar who lingered in his dreams had probably found another place to live, and he was nowhere to be seen.

The rest seems to have not changed, not to mention the dim street lamps that were originally hazy.

The night is getting deeper. The cold night breeze became more and more raging, blowing a few fallen leaves scattered in the streets.

At this time, it seemed that with an extremely slight sound, the two men in black suddenly appeared in the middle of the street. The black hats of the two of them tightly covered the top of their heads, and their heads were slightly lowered, so that they could not see their faces clearly. But it can be seen that it is a young man with a straight body and a thin old man with a slightly rickety body.

"Master, are you sure that little bastard has ever stayed here?" was the young man's voice, cold and low and familiar. It was Jiang Quan's voice!

"It may be a little disappointing to you. The body wrapped in black clothes of the rickety old man moved slightly, and his voice was extremely gloomy and hoarse.

Jiang Quan turned his head under the brim of his hat slightly and did not speak.

"There are traces of the battle between several masters above the Spirit Dao here, and it is quite tragic. The rickety old man coughed lightly, and his humble words were indifferent and emotionless: "Ninety percent of that Xiayang kid has already lost Huangquan." ”

"What, that little bastard is dead?!" Jiang Quan almost held back his roar, but the words were so vicious and ruthless.

"Put away your mind now, we never need waste in the Temple of the Dead!" was an unusually stern warning, and the old man's figure had disappeared into the street.

Jiang Quan's gaze under the brim of his black hat was slightly raised, and all kinds of resentment and unwillingness were burning violently. With the sound of the knuckles of the fist colliding, Jiang Quan's figure also disappeared suddenly. ......

And then a long time. I'm afraid it's close to midnight. The entire city of Linhai slept quietly in the dim light. Before you know it, the dark sky is sprinkled with a drizzling night rain, carrying a depressed cold, and it will not be long before it soaks this quiet street.

One qiē is more hazy and cold. After another half night, the night bell of the third watch rang in the boundless night rain. Two more figures appeared in the otherwise inconspicuous street. One of them was still an old man dressed in black, while the other was a burly middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, holding a fair-skinned and sleeping teenager in his arms. This young man is actually the second baby, and the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes is his father's beard, and the old man is also the ghost master of the old man in black who was sick with the second baby a few days ago. Their clothes were soaked by the night rain, but they did not shy away from it.

"Hmph. The beard exhaled deeply, looking at the rain flowers that kept splashing in his eyes, his strong face was blue and bloodless, and he suppressed and said in a deep voice: "Master Ghost, my son was broken by that Xia Yang, and he destroyed the Dantian Qi Sea even more viciously. But why isn't that little bastard here?"

"He's gone. The ghost master smiled coldly: "Or it's dead." ”

"Dead?" Beard was quite stunned, and suddenly roared loudly: "Lao Tzu wants to see people dead and see corpses! Even if it is digging three feet into the ground and exhausting all the belongings of my Water Ghost Gang, I must turn out that little bastard in Xia Yang!"

"Daddy. The second baby seemed to be frightened by the noise, rubbed her sleepy eyes and called softly. Or maybe it was because he was too weak, and he fell asleep again in a half-dream.

"Turn it out? That kid is really valuable. The ghost master smiled coldly, unconsciously touched the rain on his forehead, and the artistic conception of his words was unknown: "Only when you find that kid in Xia Yang, are you really willing to pay a qiē?"

"Ghost Master, what do you mean by that?" asked in a deep voice with a glimmer of vigilance in his bearded eyes.

"Don't pretend to be any precaution. The ghost master's eyes suddenly filled with danger, and his words became stern and impatient: "Are you willing to pay a qiē for your son?"

"..."Luo Hu paused, and said in a rather unhappy voice: "As long as you can find that little bastard Xia Yang, if the ghost master has any conditions, please feel free to mention it." ”

"The old body has no intention of all your belongings of the Water Ghost Gang. The ghost master smiled dryly, but his eyes were suddenly sharp, and he pointed at the second baby: "I want him!"

"Huh?" The bearded heart was directly frightened!

"Don't worry, his life is not worth anything to me, I just want his physical talent. The ghost master's gaze shifted slightly: "If you want some of your essence blood and the poisonous snake ornament on your chest." ”

The beard's heart was even more frightened, and his frightened eyes involuntarily looked down. On his chest, there is a curvilinear snake ornament with a faint glow of jasper.

The beard unconsciously fell into the memory...... Twenty years ago, he was a stunned young man in a remote mountain village. One day, when I finished the farm work and returned home with a hoe, I met an old beggar at the entrance of the village. The old beggar was not only stout and majestic, but also full of red light, but his clothes were really patchwork. He wore a tattered straw hat on his head, a crimson shirt, and a pair of rotten slippers rolled up from his trouser legs.

"All human beings have merits and demerits in their lives. The old beggar inexplicably pulled himself up and started the topic, although it was very improper: "You can use the merits of the past life to make up for the mistakes of this life, and of course you can also use the merits of this life to annihilate the merits of the previous life." Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Huh?" I was really stunned, but I just shook my head in confusion.

"Since you don't understand, I don't bother to say it. The old beggar smiled as if he was very satisfied, casually stuffed the snake pendant on his chest today, and shook his head to himself: "Alas, it's all fate... Don't take it and sell it, that's it, I'll go and cut the cow grass. ”

Then there was a sudden flower in front of his eyes, and the old beggar disappeared in an instant under the blue sky and white sun! At that time, I thought that I had met a fairy, and I clenched the poisonous snake ornament in my hand with a beating heart, as if I was pinching my own life.

It's strange to say, after fighting this, his fate was simply turned upside down in an instant! First, he was accidentally discovered by a Dao Sect, and he was lucky enough to be included in the Dao Sect to devote himself to cultivation. Later, I found that I was even more talented, surpassing too many fellow brothers and sisters very quickly, gathering thousands of worship and pampering, and going straight to the top. Three years later, seventeen years ago, when I was twenty-eight years old, when the master of the door passed away, he entrusted me with the Zen position, and even entrusted his daughter to me. A year later, he gave birth to his eldest son, and since then his wife and children have been perfect, his life has been brilliant, and his destiny has truly soared. But people have joys and sorrows, just when their lives are proud, the two-year-old son unfortunately drowned! Since then, his wife has been depressed, and he has been drowning his sorrows with wine all day long... Two years later, his second son was born, but the lady died in childbirth because of her weak body... Since then, his life has embarked on a road of no return, betraying the Tao, killing likes and dislikes, plundering and hegemonizing...

The street of night rain is cold and quiet, only the sound of the dripping rain seems to melt in a long time. The beard closed his eyes slightly, and the memories of his life flashed. At this moment, the thousands of intersecting emotions in my heart may only be the corners of my eyes and the tears of the rain are rushing silently, and there is no need to regret it, because it cannot be changed.

"My son. The beard opened his eyes, his trembling big hand gently stroked the rain-soaked white face of the second baby, and his voice couldn't help but tremble and tremble hoarsely: "My son, for you, for my father, I am willing to do anything." "I thought about all those weird and evil tricks like snatching away, but I didn't want to think about it deeply. Maybe then, the second baby will live better than now.

"Good. The ghost master's mouth pulled into an evil smirk, and the hidden essence in his eyes was burning. ......

As soon as he was overwhelmed by the desolate night rain, the figures of the beard and the ghost master also disappeared.

And then a long time. It should be the fifth watch, the rain has not stopped, but the sky is terriblely dark. The street is very natural, with the misty rain and the hazy and dim street lamps continuing in loneliness.

Perhaps no one noticed, but in the dark corners of the street, a white shadow seemed to suddenly disappear. It seems that he has been turning around, leaving behind inexplicable weirdness and too many traces of tears and pain. .........