"Tick ,......"

Scarlet blood slid down the boy's pale skin, piled up on the ground, condensed, and finally dried up and dulled.

It was a cell, cramped and dark, but unexpectedly clean, the smell of blood was neutralized by the smell of other spices, and it smelled good, and this strange scene made the viewer not feel uncomfortable, but he would feel sick from the bottom of his heart, and tremble with fear in the depths of his soul.

There were no torture instruments around, only white silk threads, which were placed indoors and hung in the air, but a closer look at the wounds on the boy's body showed that the weapons that caused them were these tough and light silk threads.

In this strange prison, the boy was bound by ropes and hung in the air against the wall. His hair was disheveled and intertwined, covered and wrapped from head to toe with alternating old and new gauze. The young man's fingers were slender, his face showed only his facial features, and he couldn't see what it looked like, and the gauze vaguely outlined his figure, about fourteen years old, with a broken shackle at his wrist, and an iron belt around his waist, on which there were many mechanisms and hidden compartments, I don't know what it was for.

The night was very dark, and there was little light here, but every time the light touched the boy's skin, purple-black inscriptions appeared on his chest, and there seemed to be an arc canvas on his lower body in addition to the bandage, but the color was similar to gauze, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Time has no meaning here, the boy has been silent and dull for ten years, without breathing, without feeling vitality, and the proof of his life is about the blood that comes out of the wound.

The house was pitch black, with gaps between the bricks, and when the wind blew, it seemed that a hazy sound could be heard, and it was a maiden singing under the moon.

The music was sacred and solemn, like a prayer, like a wail.

Behind the blacksmith that was against Huangberi, Tingxi pushed open the blacksmith shop with a heavy sleepiness, and repeatedly exercised the scarlet iron piece with a sledgehammer. She didn't come.

Hearing the tinkling sound in his ears and watching the spark light up and go out in mid-air, Tingxi took out a/head hammer from his hand, got up and knocked on the dark grid.

He seemed to have come here for the sake of the young man in prison, to watch him, to guard him, to the point where he manipulated the silk thread to leave a wound on this corpse, and when he left him, he thrashed everywhere, from the spirit circle to the house, and for four years, in addition to habit, there was also weariness.

It was dark inside, and Tingxi stood outside for a long time, waiting until he could see what was inside before slowly walking in. The darkness here was abnormal, and in addition to the multiple shades, there was also the building adjacent to him, and even the blacksmith shop could not appear brighter than the range, but the cell had windows.

Hearing this, he was puzzled and frowned to express his anger.

Huang Berry was renovated by him, he had seen the drawings, although it was said to give the high-rise of the sect a comfortable living environment, but he vaguely felt that the purpose of building this place was to protect this prisoner.

Both adults are here for him.

Tingxi felt that his judgment would not be wrong, and although his cheeks, which had not yet lost their baby fat, were fleshy, they looked extremely serious at this time.

He didn't understand, but there were things he didn't need to understand.

Shaking his head, Tingxi put on his gloves and took a few steps forward to look at the corpse he had guarded for four years. Today is the day he was pardoned, he doesn't know if he is dead, why he was imprisoned here, but it doesn't matter to him, all he has to do is put him down, take him to Wanjiazun and then hand him over to Xing Guan sent by Western Chu, and come back after completing the docking;

Tingxi didn't think much about it, lowered his head and took out the book-style match given by Granny Su from his underwear, and gently swiped it with the match head on his fingers, blood oozed out, flames rose, and the bright flames jumped and swayed between his fingers in the next second. Tingxi got used to the light, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the young man in front of him with a sneak peek.

The young man's hair was blue and black, his eyebrows and eyes were frowned, his lips were slightly pursed, and the firelight illuminated his face through, and he looked very haggard. In addition to these wounds, there are many bandages left by him after treating the wounds, and the bandages that seem to be some years old are a little rough in bandaging, but later they become more and more skilled, and the outermost layer and some delicate gauze look not only effective, but also beautiful, and the progress brought by the years can be seen at a glance on this body.

Looking at the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, looking at the traces he had left in the past four years, he was a little emotional, and now he suddenly sent this corpse out, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was missing something in his life, leaving a pothole.

Tingxi stepped on his feet and raised his chubby fingers to touch the pale fingers in mid-air. The flames danced in his chest, and the warm tongue of fire licked his skin, staining the darkness with an unknown flush. Tingxi smiled faintly, the young man's fingers were cold and very stiff, but they gave him a very cordial feeling.

Taking a few steps back, Tingxi held the/head hammer tightly in his hand, arranged a few simple spirit arrays, and then hammered the floor with the hammer one by one, the spirit array began to tremble, resonating with the dozens of white lines in the air, and then turned into sharp blades across this space, bringing a whistling long wind, cutting the ropes on the young man's limbs one by one.

Tingxi's heart palpitated slightly, and only then did a white line cross his arm, and the blood flowed uncontrollably, and finally fused with the dried blood.

Hearing Xi was stunned, looking at the dried blood on the other side, his breath stopped, and after coming into contact with his blood, they seemed to be alive, and snaked towards his body, staining his blue and white robes blood black.

What is it......

Tingxi was like a demon, his eyes were dark, the forehead on his head turned from pale white to purple, and his breath was cold and hidden. It feels ...... Tingxi came back to his senses and looked at the young man standing in the corner, he didn't know when he opened his eyes, his clean eyes had no emotion, and there was still no life.

Watching him Tingxi slowly stand up, he didn't say a word for a long time.

The light of the fire made the light in the room go out abnormally, Tingxi stepped forward and raised his arm to hold the palm of the young man, released his right hand, and manipulated the firelight with his mind to lead the way.

Listening to the light in front, the boy in the back, the firelight in the air emitted light, when I came in, it was dusk, at this time standing at the threshold and looking, the distance was a dull yellow, glowing with a little red light. Standing where he was, he couldn't help but feel at ease, and just watched it fall, until the moonlight came, and he didn't go back to his way back.

Under the moonlight, the inscription on the young man's chest became more and more complex, and the dim light seemed to be a portent, flashing and flickering, making people feel uneasy.

Tingxi was dressed plainly, but he had a kind of nobility, and the young man behind him exuded a strange fragrance, and his eyes always returned to his place no matter where he was. The two walked on the road called "Broken Soul Bridge", this bridge has a long history, well-preserved, straight to Wanjiazuka, the road surface is extremely difficult to be damaged, if it is not for the damp canyon is too unpopular, there is such a road, enough to attract some fluctuations.

There was a fresh light rain in the air, and the child sniffed the scent of grass five miles away, forgetting the soreness of his arms.

His innocent eyes looked at the world outside Huang Berry, this road was so clean that it didn't smell like a damp canyon, there were many unknown weeds on the side of the road, Tingxi looked at a dogtail grass with a recognizable name with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and that carefree appearance made the blood-colored robe on his body dim a little, turning green.

The Broken Soul Bridge is not long, and it doesn't take long to see a huge cemetery.

Xiao Tong restrained his smile and remained solemn, the Wanjia Mound existed for an unknown amount of time, and after the war between Wu and Jin thousands of years ago, it became a burial place for soldiers on both sides. Because those who have a place of origin have been sent back to their hometowns, and most of the soldiers buried here are enemy soldiers and soldiers who can't recognize the corpses, so Wu Guo didn't pay attention, but just swept the residents of Silverfish Town every Qingming Festival, and now this place has been abandoned for almost a hundred years, except for a few tombstones, it is no different from the wasteland.

Stepping through this area that once burned with war, listen to the solemn expression, walk to the main monument of one of the iconic buildings and wait silently.

Wanjiazuka links three roads, one is Huangbeili, one is Qingshui Town, and the other mountain road connecting the Jin Kingdom was destroyed by a strong man in the past, and a variety of prohibitions were set, and no one could crack it for thousands of people.

Every year, there are several more nameless corpses in Wanjiazun, and most of these people are from Qingshui Town. Qingshui Town is notoriously chaotic, and it doesn't live up to its name. In Qingshui Town, they have a gambling house and three brothels, Ah Bao Zongheng, where there are those who have been "cut", those who have died of venereal diseases, those who have not paid money to make medicine jars, and those who have died because of women and dignity fighting and fighting. I don't know what kind of mood the soldiers felt when they learned that they were buried with these splashes thousands of years ago.

Tingxi cleaned up a rock and sat on it waiting for Xi Chu's envoy.

Fish Town and Qingshui Town border, Xiang Qi regarded Qingshui Town as his spare money bank, there was a 100-strong army in the back alley, and this time the one who came to take over the young man around him was a Xing official who was stationed there.

Listening to Xi snorted, in fact, when he got the strategic layout given by Xichu at the beginning, he really felt that the troops in the back alley were used for their Huang Beili to behead, but whether it was Huang Beili or Silverfish Town, the core of the force was the two adults, where they were, there were "Yellow Berry" and "Silverfish Town", if this army was used to deal with Huang Berry, then Xiang Qi would be appointed by Lord Shangqing.

The night breeze is a little cool, blowing up and down the blades.

Tingxi tightened the robe on his body, pricked up his ears, and there was a hazy shouting of killing in the distance.

Foolishness.

Tingxi used the spiritual power around him, his eyes were full of seriousness, but before he could see the people clearly, he was knocked unconscious by the young man in feather clothes who suddenly appeared on his side.

Immortal Yu hugged Tingxi, a crystal blue robe reflecting a little bit of crystal light, even if he appeared in the cemetery, he also looked like an immortal.

Putting Tingxi down, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Xian Yu's mouth, "Doll, you can't sabotage my plan anymore." ”

The boy opposite him began to slowly come back to his senses, and after four years, you are finally here.

......

The rain in the damp canyon was dense and heavy, and although it had eased in the past few days, the dark clouds were still presumptuous, and the fat body was so crowded that the moonlight had no room to play.

Under this gloomy sky, everything was covered by darkness, the blood on the Broken Soul Bridge was swaying, and the three twin teenagers looked at the fierce and vicious strong man not far away, and they were timid, and they fell back and fell to the ground.

Watching the strong man in their lead take a puff of cigarette, he deserved to kill so many people in the past few years, and for the first time he was stained with these innocent tears, he was a little soft-hearted.

The strong man's right hand rubbed his pants three times in a row, and the long knife waved a few times in the air, frowning, and biting the cigarette holder a few times, but there was still no blood. After hesitating for a while, the few thin monkeys behind him waited impatiently, and one of them strode forward, his weapon playing with his hand, but he didn't take a few steps before the strong man reached out and pulled it back.

"I said barbarian, what are you doing!"

"You can't kill. ”

"You're sick, aren't you? It's five hundred taels! You said that you don't know how to pity the girls at night, how can you care about these three boys now? It's a big deal, cut it for you to play with......

"Fart!" the strong man interrupted, the long knife shining fiercely on the scumbag's neck, "This is called principle! Do you have it! Besides, the building is called a deal, when you go to see it as a girl!" The strong man glared at the soft-footed shrimp on the ground viciously, "Lao Tzu is different from you, at least you have to move the things on your neck when you work! The old thing wants a living person! Can the severed hands and feet be the same as the intact one?!Isn't it that you are lame and don't want to find someone who wants money and death, otherwise it will take so much effort?!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, the strong man put the long knife on his shoulder, squatted down and stuck the long knife into the ground, the blade was only a few inches away from the flesh and blood. Looking at the stunned waste strong man, he spat out, and the horizontal flesh on his face made him look a little intimidated.

"Can't cut ...... There are a lot of bad luck in the game, you go buy one. ”

“......”

"Get out!" the strong man waved his hand angrily, and the long knife was fixed in front of the three teenagers.

Looking at the back of the strong man, they began to hesitate, and the three teenagers got up and began to run away, I don't know how much the majesty of the strong man can be retained, looking at the posture Now even if they are dead, the strong man can have a clear conscience.

Looking at the thin monkeys on the long knife Soul Breaking Bridge, they all understood the meaning, cut these three, and the strong man would definitely cut them when he saw them, the rules of the rivers and lakes, this is a clear statement.

A rain fell intermittently, and a few unbelievers looked at the long knife for a long time, raising their morale and chasing after the backs of the three teenagers, their movements were sluggish when they passed the long knife, but they had no scruples after passing over.

The night was like a long night, nothing could be seen, the night was harvesting life, listening to the rapid footsteps, the hearts of the three teenagers beat violently, but the next moment they suddenly stopped.

Watching them pause behind their footsteps did not stop, but became more and more hurried, only to hear a loud noise, they seemed to hit Tarzan, desire smashed the bridge of their noses, the pain made them roll all over the ground, life is worse than death, but not a trace of blood oozing out.

The blood-clad boy walked slowly across the graveyard, his indifferent eyes not giving an inch to the scrap on the ground.

If he hadn't just woken up and saw no blood, he wouldn't have saved this inconsequential passer-by. Listening to the good sense of the young man behind him, he stood for a long time, and looked back, but the young man in the blood-colored robe had disappeared.

They stared blankly in place, as if they had subverted their previous impression of the strong. From the first sight of the figure, they had no thought of resisting, no fear, no fear, only awe. After a long time, they came back to their senses, did not dare to speculate more, and looked at the pursuers behind them with surprisingly calm hearts.

Soon there was a sensation in the distance, and Xiang Qi was at the forefront of the army and looked at the situation in front of him for a long time, silently.

It's late, he's already awake.

Frustratedly waving his hand, Xiang Qi dismounted, and the soldiers behind him kidnapped the garbage rolling on the ground, and he sighed leisurely as he looked at the three teenagers who were stimulated in front of him. Although Qingshui Town has been destroyed, the ills left on this land are still there, and the road to revival is still a long way to go.

On the stone bridge left by the moonlight, listening to the night in a blood-black robe standing in the wind, it seems that he can't perceive the torches and hustle and bustle in the distance, and he can't see the sadness and joy of the girl who came from the water of forgetfulness.

If the memory is correct, this is what he calls "sister".

Huang Berry, Lord Shangqi.