The mountains and forests are verdant, but they can't compete with the sunset, and the bright red blood is particularly bewitching under the sunset.

Yang Xiaoyang followed the bloodstains all the way, and he chased for several miles but did not catch up with Jia San, and he thought that it would be good for a seriously injured old man to run a mile.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of a flute again.

He didn't know the rhythm, but he could hear that the flute's breath was unstable.

Yang Xiaoyang's spirit was shocked, and he ran in the direction from which the voice came.

It didn't take long for him to run out of the woods and come to another small lake.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at the reddened lake and walked to Jia San, who was sitting by the lake, blowing a bone flute with his back to the lake.

This time, Jia San didn't stop playing, as if he didn't know that Yang Xiaoyang was coming.

Obviously, he only has one hand, and his breath is not as stable as before, but Yang Xiaoyang feels that he blows much better than last time.

Yang Xiaoyang sat in front of him and faced him, looking at him quietly and listening quietly.

The sun was about to set, and the sound of the bone flute was getting louder and louder, only to stop abruptly just as it was about to reach its peak.

Jia San opened his eyes, sighed, and rubbed the flute in his hand with his left hand, "Xiaoyou, do you know the origin of this bone flute?"

Without waiting for Yang Xiaoyang to answer, he said to himself: "This bone flute is made of human arm bones, and that is the first person I killed."

At that time, I had not yet left the school, and the master took me to the first task.

Our mission was to kill a rich lady, and the master took me to evade the guards of the house and infiltrate the woman's boudoir.

I was thirteen years old at the time, and when I entered a woman's boudoir for the first time, I didn't understand anything, and I thought the flute on the shelf was very beautiful.

Then I saw the woman, about twenty, and she was carving something on a piece of bamboo.

The master didn't do anything, so he asked me to kill her.

I jumped off the beam and stabbed her with a dagger.

She wasn't surprised to see me, but smiled at me, and I hesitated.

I'm glad I hesitated.

She smiled again and talked to me as she carved the bamboo, as if she didn't care if she was going to die.

I don't remember what she said, I just know that she said it was too late to finish the flute.

Later, when the master told me to do it, I stabbed her in the heart.

The master also said that because I hesitated, I asked me to take her arm back with me.

I couldn't stab it that time, and before she could breathe, she opened her eyes and saw that I had cut off her arm.

Because the dagger was not easy to cut, and I was too weak at that time, I had to cut it several times.

She didn't scream and kept looking at me with a grin.

I don't know why, but I was killing her, but I felt even more scared. ”

Jia San exhaled, "The master asked me to sleep with her arm in my arms, that's fine, but every time I kill someone, I'm afraid, and as soon as I close my eyes, I feel a figure dangling in front of me."

Then I thought of her flute, and I made one out of her arm.

But at that time, I didn't know how to do it, I consulted a lot of people to do it well, and I revised and modified it many times, and now there is only one finger left in a small arm.

Every time I play the flute after I kill someone, I feel a lot better.

Before I knew it, this flute had been with me for many years......"

Yang Xiaoyang felt that Jia San's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and he hesitated for a while and asked, "Where is your master?"

Jia San's cloudy eyes seemed to be out of focus, "He, he was killed by Yang Qi." ”

"What?" Yang Xiaoyang said in a lost voice.

"Just five years ago, he was cut off by Yang Qiyi's sword. ”

Just when Yang Xiaoyang was in shock, Jia San smiled and sighed: "People are old after all, and after being injured and running for so long, they still can't hold on." Good and good, Xiaoyou should have killed people too, right?

After the old man dies, you will take this bone flute, so that you don't have to be afraid, and you won't feel so guilty. ”

Yang Xiaoyang thought of what happened five years ago, stood up silently and walked in front of Jia San, condescendingly, and said expressionlessly: "I have never been afraid of killing people, nor have I ever felt guilty, I will not before, and I will not in the future!"

After he finished speaking, under Jia San's surprised gaze, he slapped a palm on his head.

Jia San's head exploded, and his body fell down, still holding the bone flute in his hand.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Jia San's corpse for a while, and after going to the lake to clean up the blood stains on his body, he sat on the lake and looked at the lake water that was redder than just now.

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An Yan twenty-five years, spring, the capital, the year of the palace, the prince's bedroom.

"Jiaer, have you ever killed someone?" Zhao Qinian poured a small glass of wine for the red-shirted woman in front of him.

"Of course I have killed, otherwise how can I call it a killer?"

"Are you afraid?" Zhao Qinian looked nervous.

"Of course I'm afraid, I'm scared to death, so I don't want to be a killer anymore. Koji frowned and looked at the cup.

"Then what are you going to do in the future when you don't want to be a killer?" Zhao Qinian saw that Jia Er was drunk arrogantly, and filled another glass.

Jia Er drank it all again, "I don't know, let's take in an apprentice." ”

"What are you going to teach?"

Jia Er chuckled, "Of course teach killing, I don't know anything else." ”

Zhao Qinian was a little depressed when he heard this, and after hesitating for a while, he whispered: "Then you can't kill people indiscriminately, that's not right." ”

"Oh, who is right to kill?" Jia Er took the porcelain pot from Zhao Qinian's hand and poured a few sips into his mouth.

Zhao Qinian was dumbfounded, he wanted to say that it was wrong to kill people, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and said, "I don't know ......"

"Cut, got it, I'll think about it. Jia Er poured the porcelain pot, found that it was empty, pursed his lips, and stood up, "Okay, I'm leaving." ”

Zhao Qinian was stunned for a moment, suddenly looked up at Jia Er, and found that her face was redder than usual, and she was about to catch up with the red shirt on her body, "Can we see each other again?"

Jia Er paused, turned his back to him and said, "If Ren Killing's Gate is gone, and I haven't died, I'll come to see you, or let my apprentice come." ”

Zhao Qinian sighed and lowered his head.

"By the way, where did you get this sugar water? ”

Zhao Qinian was stunned, but when he looked up, he found that the red in the room was gone.

"That's wine...... Zhao Qiqing laughed and muttered, "It's intoxicating wine......"

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In the seventeenth year of Yuanwu, spring.

Yang Xiaoyang sat by the lake for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, it was already the second day.

He returned to the gate of the village, but found no sign of them, only a black flute stuck in the ground.

Yang Xiaoyang walked over and pulled out the black flute, and saw a note stuffed into the hole.

"Riying is seriously injured, I'll go to Dushan Town for medical treatment, come quickly. ”

Looking at the handwriting, it should be written by Ju Yeqi.

Ju Yeqi, a true Taoist priest, should know how to heal, if Riying can't cure her, it means that she should be seriously injured.

Yang Xiaoyang put away the note, inserted the black flute vertically into the ground, and left half of it outside.

He just raised his foot to chase after him, and suddenly realized a problem:

Where is Dushan Town?

Yang Xiaoyang stood in place for a while, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the village.

When I looked up, I saw a little girl about seven or eight years old walking out of the village.

She pursed her lips, her face was gray, so the tears were especially noticeable.

She also had an axe for chopping wood in her little hand, which left a long mark on the ground.