Early the next morning.

In the depths of the Mo Academy, a bell rang.

The voice was a little muffled.

All the old students walked out of the dormitory en masse and stood on the playground, beating their chests with their right hands, silent.

The expression is complicated.

Including the tail of the crane that was beating the freshmen, he suddenly took a step back.

Stand still.

Chest beating.

There was a hint of sadness on his face.

Zhao Zicheng and the others were a little dazed and didn't know what was going on.

The bell stops.

The short-haired woman looked up and looked around.

"Is it Liu Yu?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she didn't say anything more, but turned around and went back to her dorm.

About a minute later, when I went downstairs again, I was already dragging a Glaive Knife.

The tip of the knife slashed across the floor, sparkling.

Standing in the center of the playground, looking into the depths of the campus, he suddenly spoke: "But Liu Yu? ”

"Hmm."

The old voice came out.

The short-haired woman bit her lip: "Yanmen? ”

"Hmm."

He took a deep breath with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "Do you have more information?" ”

"The Liu family sent a message, and Liu Yu's black pupils locked the breath."

"The latest information, Qiu Xiaoxiao, the goddess of the cult's generation, is involved. But it has not been confirmed. ”

Today, the old voice was not playful, funny, but a little low.

The glaive knife was lifted by the short-haired woman with one hand, and the handle of the knife stood on the ground: "I took the task of Yanmen." ”

"Send me the information."

With that, he turned and left.

Only a back is left.

Although she doesn't look smiling on weekdays, she looks like no one is going to enter, but everyone is not afraid of her.

Instead, he was willing to be close to her.

But at this point...

She exudes an icy aura from the inside out.

Murderous intent boiling.

The back of the Glaive Knife in his hand seemed to awaken a killing god, which was chilling.

"Alas, she's from the class of '139."

"In that year, there were also a lot of geniuses."

"But there was one operation, and there was too much loss..."

"Liu Yu is already her last classmate."

The tail of the crane sighed, and was no longer in the mood to continue beating them, sitting on the stone pier, and said lightly.

"I still remember when this girl first entered school, she had long hair, a cheerful personality, and loved to laugh the most."

"Blood, life, is always the best medicine that inspires a person's progress."

"As for the bell, forget it for the first time."

"When you hear it later, remember to salute."

"Because this means that I am in the Mo Academy, and there is another person."

The tail of the crane got up a little lonely: "Practice again, your use of energy is not enough." ”

"I don't want this bell to ring for you one day."

Turn and leave.

With desolation.

Zhao Zicheng and the others froze in place, silent.

They are the 140th class of freshmen.

The class of 139, just the year before them, survived... But only the short-haired woman herself.

Although the news revealed by the music at the end of the crane was because of a mistake.

But... The reality is still shocking.

And Liu Yu...

I think of the figure who was busy in the kitchen with an apron.

There is always a sinister smile on his face.

Especially Zhao Zicheng.

Just a week ago, Liu Yu ran to him out of breath and shouted, 'I want to cover the sky'.

Silently flipped out his phone.

watched the video I recorded with Liu Yu.

In the picture, Liu Yu's nose and face are swollen and he falls into a coma.

Take a deep breath and turn off your phone.

"We... It's time to work harder. ”

got up and walked in the direction of the old student's dormitory, with a solemn expression.

The others didn't speak, just nodded.

On this day, the atmosphere of the Ink Academy was no longer active, only sadness.

……

Stand at the door of the Ink Academy.

The short-haired woman looked up and glanced at the plaque with the school's name engraved on it.

Here, before Liu Yu left, he also stood and watched.

"The awakened people of the auxiliary department, why are you always rushing so fast?"

Muttering, the knife stood at his side, tied his hair up, and wore the school uniform of the Ink Academy that he had just changed into and rarely worn, and dragged the knife all the way in the direction of the red light district.

I didn't care if I would surprise passers-by with this look.

"The people from the Ink Academy are here!"

A woman screamed and got up, panicked and fled in all directions.

Stand on the street corner of the red light district.

The short-haired woman walked in with a cold face.

On both sides of the street, the women stood in a row with trembling bodies, not daring to move.

"Where are your deputy masters?"

She paused, turned her head to look at a woman, and asked.

The man trembled and shook his head subconsciously.

The next second, the whistling wind.

The glaive pierced through the wall behind the woman, the hilt still trembling slightly.

Gravel hit the woman's face.

She screamed in fright and cried directly: "The deputy master will leave in the morning, in the morning." ”

"We're just eating together, no... It's not illegal. ”

Looking at the helpless appearance of the woman, the short-haired woman sneered and put away the knife.

Head deeper into the street.

Looking at the scratches on the walls and the blood still reddening in the dirt, the short-haired woman crouched down.

"Shot... Are there two of them? ”

"The goddess... Qiu Xiaoxiao! ”

Suddenly, as if she had found something, her gaze was sharp, looking at the very bottom of the wall, and in the corner, it seemed that a few words were outlined by blood.

'Soul Hunting...'

These two words are crooked, and there is obviously a lack of strength when writing.

There are even a few strokes that have broken in the middle.

Obviously, it was Liu Yu who left the last clue when he was dying.

It's just that it was too dark at the time and was not discovered.

After dawn, the deputy door master was in a hurry to run, and he didn't care.

"Soul hunting, what do you mean?"

Write them down and send them to the vice-principal's newsletter, get up, find a phone and call it.

"Is it the Liu family?"

"I'm Liu Yu's classmate."

"Hmm."

"Give me a place."

"Okay, I got it."

The phone hung up, and looking at the text messages that appeared on the phone, the short-haired woman turned to leave.

By the time I got to the entrance of the street, I had already started running.

In a few sprints, they were already out of the streets.

Suddenly jumped and landed on the roof of the small two-story building not far away.

Almost instantly, the second-floor window opened, and a woman with a beautiful face emerged from it and fled into the distance.

The most dangerous places are also the safest.

Here, you can clearly see the street entrance of the red light district, and you can grasp the information at the first time, and no one would have imagined that she did not run away.

It's a pity that the only thing she missed was how terrifying the Liu family had been inherited for many years and how terrifying it was to mark her life.

There was the sound of a whistling wind behind him.

The deputy gate master subconsciously stopped, and the glaive knife stuck into the ground in front of him, blocking the way.

The short-haired woman stood on the hilt of the sword, ignoring her.

As for the crowd on the side of the road, it has long since dispersed.

People who are sure to live in Xinjiang all year round have seen too many winds and waves.