A thunderbolt struck, and the cold light was cold, flashing like day.

Dark clouds rolled in the night sky, and muffled thunder rolled behind the clouds.

After a whole night of thunder and lightning, at dawn, it finally began to rain heavily!

The airtight rain kept raining and raining, and there was no intention of stopping.

With a "creak", the rotten, swollen wooden door of the City God Temple was gently pushed open from the outside.

A man dressed in a cloak and a hat walked in with heavy steps.

He looked a little tired, and had obviously come a long way to get here.

He paused there, as if he didn't want to take a single step.

With a long exhale, Fang took off his hat and robe, looked out the door, shook the rain on it, and put it next to the door.

With a "creak", the gate that kept drifting into the rain closed tightly.

With the lightning that streaked across the night sky, he saw clearly that the shrine was enshrined by Grandpa Chenghuang and Grandma Chenghuang.

It's just that due to disrepair, the gold-painted on the face is mottled and dotted, and the flowers are a little hideous and weird, and it is really shocking to see it in the dark night of lightning and thunder.

He rubbed his eyes and turned to the back of the shrine.

In the darkness, there was a rumbling sound, and he was knocked to the ground.

There was silence, the silence was terrible, only the roaring rain and rumbling thunder outside......!

He really wanted to lie down like this, he felt too tired, and it was rare to have such an opportunity.

After half a day, after enough rest, he slowly pushed away the things that were pressed on his body, got up from the ground, threw himself into the dust on his body, took out the fire fold wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and "snapped" a faint light.

I saw clearly that what I had knocked down and smashed on me was a bookshelf, and the dusty scriptures were scattered all over the ground.

He tugged at the bookshelf with his feet, and looked up at the wall that had been exposed when the bookshelf had fallen.

The firelight shines on the uneven earthen walls, which are mottled.

Suddenly, he found a hole under the wall, which was large enough for one person to enter and exit, and he bowed down and got into it.

It turned out to be a cubicle, but the door was very small, and behind the bookshelves, ordinary people couldn't see it.

"What is the purpose of this hidden room......" He felt that there was a gloomy atmosphere inside.

By the light of the weak fire fold, in the haze, it seemed as if two people were hugging each other and shrinking in the corner.

He was startled, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, "Bad luck!" he muttered to himself, thinking that he had trespassed on someone else's forbidden place and rushed someone else's good deeds.

When he turned around and wanted to leave, he didn't see anything!

But just after walking a few steps, it seems that something is wrong, these two people should always scream when they see someone suddenly breaking in in the dark night, and if they don't scream, they must at least have some movement, why are they like dead people.

Thinking of this, his heart chuckled, could it be that he was really a dead man?!

He turned around and approached with a fire fold to take a picture.

Indeed, two skeletons sat against the wall, their long hair withered, but they hugged each other until death.

The man was wearing a monk's robe.

The woman was dressed in silk and satin, and the silk was not rotten, but the smell of the corpse was straight to her nose.

He stared there for a long time, until the fire was extinguished, and he was shaken up.

He let out a long sigh, and two lines of hot tears rolled down, fortunately no one saw it in the dark night, otherwise, he, the cold-blooded and ruthless number one killer in the world, would never have been as afraid of him as before.

Because he also has emotions, and he also has emotional times, he is not as iron-blooded as the legend says!

Man, that's it, the unknown always brings mystery and awe, but if you are in constant contact, then heroes are common and common!

He knew that these two people must have died in martyrdom, a married woman who fell in love with a monk who was outside the Three Realms and was not in the Five Elements!

In the eyes of the world, how perverse they are! But they regard this love as more important than life, and they would rather have love than life! This world cannot tolerate them, they go to another world to live and fly together, the body dies, and the soul is sublimated!

He suddenly knelt on the ground, put his hands in the sky, and said with tears in his eyes: "The two of you are bowing down!"

Then there were three knocks on the head.

"I am a dignified seven-foot man, I have peerless martial arts, but I can't compare to two in case!" He choked up for a while, and then hissed, "Yun'er——! where are you, where are you! I am looking for you so hard, do you know?! I would rather be like the two of them, hug you tightly, and die with you, I am also satisfied, I have this ability to reach the sky, without you, what is the meaning of living in the world......

Suddenly, his body twitched, and then he fell to the ground shaking incessantly.

He knew that it was broken, and his old illness had returned.

His body kept rolling on the ground, his teeth clenched, and his mouth foaming.

It was rolling like this, and no one came to save him, so it was to care for him.

He has been accustomed to it for so many years, and every time he gets sick, then when he recovers, he will kill people more ruthlessly than before! His mentality is in this distortion, little by little, towards the abyss.

I don't know how long it took for the sky to spin and blur, and I slowly fell asleep.

When he awoke, sunlight was shining through the window, and even the cracks in the broken walls were visible.

He got up, got out of the compartment, rubbed his eyes, and felt only a chapped pain in his throat.

He went to the door, packed up his coat, put it in his baggage, fastened the hat to it, and carried it behind his back.

Everything was packed up and the temple door was opened with a "creak".

A burst of sunlight was dazzling, he covered it with his hand, and after getting used to it, Fang opened his legs and walked towards the road.

As he was walking, there was a cry not far away, and when he looked up, he saw a tattered straw mat spread in front of a house, and a young man was wrapped in it.

The man had long hands and long feet, and was born tall and large, and the straw mat could not be wrapped, and his head and feet were exposed.

His face was no longer visible, his head was deformed by a blunt object, and it was covered with dried blood, and it was a mess.

An old lady howled loudly while using water from a wooden basin to wash the blood stains off the deceased's body.

He felt compassion for a while, and stepped over, "Mother-in-law——! what did he die for?"

When the old lady saw someone asking, as if she had seen a savior, she howled and cried, "You kind man, my son was beaten to death by the people of this palace!"

"The palace, which palace, can there be a prince living here?!" he said in surprise.

"Oh, more than half a mile away, in front of the old Wang's mansion as a big official, we all call him Wangfu. On the lintel of his house, however, there is also a plaque of the palace...... My God, without my son, how can you tell me to live in the future...... "After saying that, the old lady began to cry again.

Hearing that he didn't have a feeling in his heart, he decided his own business, let it go first, and first explore what kind of place this palace is? If it makes my grandfather unhappy, even the Longtan Tiger's Den will also make you ...... the bottom of the world!