Three days later, in the dark and gloomy night, the rain outside was cold, and the lights and shadows in the house were building, Huang Xuan lived in Qingyan Village for several days, and finally found clues in the thousands of wisps of chaos, and cleared the fog to learn the most tragic truth.

The pen is like flying and writing non-stop, Huang Xuan's heart is heavy, and the end of the pen is like a plumb pendant, writing word by word is deliberate and difficult. Now he finally lives up to the trust of the imperial court and the life of the common people, and only hopes that he can return to Qingzhou safely and steadily, hand over all the human and material evidence to the imperial court, and be able to rescue the poor people in this extremely cold place.

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and he was so stuffy that he got up to open the window, only to find that the atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more strange, and the air was full of damp mist, as if he could reach out and pick up a handful of water.

When you look closely, sticky blood seeps out of thin air on the original yellow wall, and the blood stains slowly spread, winding up along the root of the wall, like a blood snake crawling all over the wall, stretching the core, and this place is about to become a blood house.

The thick bloody atmosphere makes people sick again and again, Huang Xuan is a weak scholar, although he can't carry his shoulders and can't lift his hands, his courage is not small, and he has seen some dangerous scenes, so he gritted his teeth and endured the nausea in his heart, pushed open the door and rushed into the courtyard, holding his hands tightly on his back, his joints were faintly white due to excessive force, and he smiled loudly: "Since you're here, why don't you show up." ”

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, a hand that passed through the wall was stretched out in the shadows, and in an instant, it turned into a giant palm that was more than a few feet long, mixed with the whistling wind and slapped viciously from the void.

The air around Huang Xuan's body seemed to be frozen, and he suddenly felt that he was burdened with a thousand catties of weight on his body, and it was difficult to straighten up when he bent down, and even gasping for breath became extremely difficult.

Half of the sky above the courtyard showed a strange appearance, from pitch black as ink to bright red like blood, viscous blood beads hit the ground like raindrops, and the potholed and uneven ground gradually condensed several winding blood rivers, and the blood beads in the blood river gathered more and more, and gradually, the blood rivers were connected into a piece, not past Huang Xuan's ankles.

No matter how Huang Xuan is not afraid of life and death, he is still desperate in the face of such dangers, despair is like an endless wind and rain, which arouses his unwillingness, and he is unwilling to explain here in an unclear way, and he is unwilling to fall into the desolation of dying before his master can die.

He had experienced strong winds and waves, and he was desperate in a desperate situation, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth desperately, and the hot beads of sweat kept sliding down the corners of his forehead, and he did not fall down with all his strength.

At the same time, the blood in the courtyard had gathered more and more, sticky and tightly imprisoned his body in place, difficult to move and unable to dodge, he could only wait for the blood to rise little by little, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, not past the calf or knee, all the way to the waist.

The blood in the sky above the small courtyard also gathered more and more, weaving into a fine and dense blood net, Huang Xuan suddenly felt desperate, it was really difficult to fly with wings at this moment, not to mention that he didn't have the ability to fly with wings.

At the critical moment, several thin cracks were suddenly torn open in the void, and a pair of slender hands slowly poked out of the cracks, and the palms were relatively green, and the greenery hovered in the void and gradually solidified, wrapping a dead branch and floating.

With his hands closed, he flew up and down around the dead branches, only to hear the soft sound of puffs, and the yellowed branches gradually revealed infinite vitality, just like the old trees in spring, giving birth to lush green leaves in the air.

The plain hands overlapped, pinched out a strange magic seal, the thin and thin young leaves trembled and swayed, growing in the wind, growing to the size of a palm, almost in an instant, each leaf gave birth to layers of green ripples, circle by circle like water waves, non-stop attack on the giant hand.

The impact of the green ripples and the giant hand, every blow was like a weight, and finally forced the giant hand into the distance, the weight on Huang Xuan's body instantly turned into nothingness, he escaped death, sighed lightly, and finally straightened up his thin body.

And over there, the young branches in the void have grown into a lush green tree, and there are dark inscriptions on each leaf, and the inscription suddenly shines green, detaining the blood water from the ravine, and floating in the void, the blood light flashes, losing the viscous confinement of the blood water, Huang Xuan's legs suddenly relaxed, and he spasmed fiercely, and he took a few steps back, and finally leaned on the root of the wall without retreating.

And the giant hand hanging in the high place paused slightly, then curled up tightly, turned his palm into a fist, and the murderous aura rose sharply, seeing the green ripples as if there was nothing, easily penetrating the layer like water, which seemed to be slow but in fact rushed straight towards Huang Xuan, and before he got close, he already smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood.

The whole green tree not far away was originally dripping and spinning, and at the same time as the giant hand pierced through the green ripples, the canopy that covered the sky and the sun suddenly seemed to be swept by a manic storm, shaking violently.

At the same time, countless tiny cracks appeared in the air on the leaves, accompanied by a crisp and faint sound, which instantly disappeared along with the leaves, leaving countless bare branches. The branches swirled, and a gust of wind passed, and the branches of Ning Bi quickly withered and withered, and finally turned into a lifeless dead branch again.

And Huang Xuan, who was originally under the protection of the giant tree, was in danger again, and was pressed by the giant hand to bend over and frown and unable to move, and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a painful expression, like a wind blowing a pomegranate flower, falling all over the ground and fiery red, his face couldn't help but be as pale as snow.

When his life hung by a thread, the plain hand not far away swayed slightly, and his fingertips suddenly had a purple tulle, and several colorful rays of light jumped out from between the yarns, and he circled around the giant hand very quickly, imprisoning it in place, and the plain hand gently and skillfully pulled a flower, and bloomed a huge and gorgeous purple magnolia in the void.

Purple magnolia splitting light and shadow, one into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into innumerable, the magnolia flowers all over the sky flew lightly, and when they collided with the giant hand, they made an earth-shattering loud noise, the petal wailing sound, and they fell to the ground like rain, leaving only half of the yellow stamens.

The night breeze passed, and the stamen turned into ashes in the sky, weaving half a mist in the night sky, but the giant hand only shook slightly, and there was no damage.

The surface of the giant hand immediately bulged with countless sharp protrusions, turning into long and short sharp swords, roaring towards the only remaining purple magnolia, the flower could not dodge, and was pierced by several short swords, and immediately, purple liquid flowed out from the petals, and the flower trembled fiercely, as if it was in great pain.

The piercing whistling sound sounded in the ears, and the huge magnolia shrank in a circle, shrinking extremely fast, and even the light was dimmed, and finally turned into a palm-sized flower, the breath was agitated and unstable, flashing with a weak shimmer, as if it would disappear from the world in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the plain hand in the distance suddenly turned red, and the nails of the ten fingers on the hand fell off one after another, peeling off a piece of blood, and the flesh was dripping with blood, and the purple magnolia was submerged in just one breath, and the countless wounds on the flower slowly healed.

It's a pity that the healing of the wound is far less than the attack of the giant hand, and the wound on the magnolia has not stopped, but in a moment, the whole flower is already full of holes and vulnerable to a blow, and the blood of the plain hand is not pale at all, and there is no flesh and blood for the magnolia to repair the injury.

The situation was critical, and a long and pleasant sound sounded in the void, and the surrounding breath became more and more viscous, and the clear sound gradually increased, gradually becoming sharp and piercing, and finally the long sound turned into a narrow white shadow, and in an instant, it condensed and gathered into a long sword, tearing the void, slashing diagonally, and the sword body was good in the wind, exuding a dazzling brilliance, enveloping the purple magnolia and Huang Xuan.

The purple magnolia then churned up with a burst of colored mist, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flower body swelled, a little larger than before, and the purple light became more and more dazzling.

The void rippled in the vortex, as if there was a hand fiddling with the wind and clouds, and then a blood mark submerged into the sword body, and the white long sword was immediately full of evil red, and gently swiped into the void, rippling water waves, and the sound of soft groans passed through, and the water waves gathered layer by layer, as if painting the ground as a prison, trapping the giant hand far away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a pitch-black flame as black as ink ignited in the palm of the giant hand, burning fiercely against the water waves, but the water seemed to be endless, but it could not be burned, and the ink-colored flame became more and more faint.

The palm of the palm turned upward, a small and delicate black tiger broke free from the giant hand, it opened its mouth wide, and roared at the water wavelength, and the water wave stirred up a huge wave of high feet, and rushed to the tiger's mouth, and it was swallowed up in an instant.

The black tiger devoured so many huge waves, his body was more than a few laps larger, and it occupied half of the sky, and the cold light in a pair of golden repetitions was dignified, staring at Huang Xuan, the tiger's mouth closed one by one, and the rolling black mist escaped from it, rolling him and dragging him into his mouth.

Huang Xuan was shocked, he knew that Yongzhou was going to offend people by investigating the case, but he didn't expect it to be so hateful, and he wanted to put him to death, he wanted to break free with his hands and feet, but he didn't expect that the black fog was like spider silk, the more he struggled, the tighter it became, and he was almost out of breath, his face was pale and wheezing, he wanted to open his mouth and shout for help, but found that his neck was strangled by the hands turned into black fog, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing this, the purple magnolia that had been standing quietly for a long time on the side, escaped from the stamens of the golden hairspring, entangled with the black fog in one place, the fog in the tiger's mouth rolled, the gossamer in the stamens continued, entangled for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the low, but although Huang Xuan was not in danger for a while, he was hung high in the air, unable to advance or retreat, dancing and tossing, looking really uncomfortable.

At this time, a trace of white light overflowed from the sword body, and the bright white light was like a real thing, and it rolled on the spot, and it actually raised dozens of feet of yellow sand in the sky, and the yellow sand roared into a giant dragon, and whispered around the giant hand.

The giant hand was tightly entangled by the dragon, and after a silent burst of flying sand and rocks, the giant hand let out a painful and huge wail, and in an instant it turned into nothingness.

At the same time as the giant hand disappeared, the black tiger was also gone, without the confinement of the black mist, Huang Xuan fell down heavily, sat on the ground with a butt, fell dizzy, and couldn't slow down for a long time, suddenly heard the whirring wind, he looked up, and it was a jade tiger with a big palm falling from the sky.

He subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but unexpectedly a slender stamen poked out of the purple magnolia, fished at the jade tiger, and put this thing into the flower, and then a coquettish laugh came: "It's good to have a life, and you still want to fight the idea of treasures, you are really greedy enough." ”

The sword body shook slightly, and the man's light voice slowly revealed: "Okay, junior sister, let's go." ”

Purple Magnolia snorted unconvinced, but she didn't dare to say anything, only a slight tremor disappeared into her hands.

The blade of the sword lightly rolled around the plain hand, and disappeared into the vast night sky with a few flashes.

The cold wind swept through the empty courtyard, and the straw fell on the eaves, and it was quiet again, Huang Xuan fixed his eyes, everything around him was as usual, he couldn't help but be a little suspicious, suspecting that he had just fallen asleep, and everything was just a nightmare.

He turned around and entered the room, and at a glance he saw that there were more plain notes on the table, and the stacked square was pressed under the copper ruler.

It was clearly written on the paper: Tomorrow at noon, outside the West City Gate, I will ensure that you return to Qingzhou safely.

Huang Xuan couldn't help but sigh secretly, in this big battle, except for himself, the two sides of the battle didn't even show their faces, it turned out that the beans in the book were not all vain, he thought that at his age, he would worship the master again, and he didn't know if it was too late.

He was stunned for a long time in the empty place, and there were a few faint cat meows in the void, inexplicably gnawing people's hearts and lungs, and the heart and lungs tightened, Huang Xuan came back to his senses, it turned out that he had really escaped death, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, and bowed down to the empty courtyard: "Thank you for the grace of the righteous man for saving his life, in the next Huang Xuan, dare to ask the righteous man's name." ”

There was only the sound of the wind whirling in the void, but there was not a trace of human voice.