The cells were closed.

Moonlight poured down from the patio.

The fog grew thicker.

A few people who were still noisy just now glanced at each other, and then they each went to the corner, covering their figures, and holding their breath.

According to the practice of the past, the moment when the unprovoked night fog is thick is the time when the murderer kills.

Now the fog is gone.

Has the killer sneaked closer?

Where will they break into prison?

Doors, windows, patios?

Or, through a wall?

Six pairs of eyes roamed the four corners of the room.

Between hesitations.

"Crunch. ”

The main entrance to the prison slowly opened.

The thick fog seemed to rush out of the door like a wave of water that had burst the floodgates, and in this fog, a long red dress quietly emerged.

The moonlight is sprinkled.

Cast from the clear night sky outside, it blends in with the mist.

The plain short clothes, the light sword, and a hideous ghost face were reflected.

Serial killers visit as scheduled.

............

Since it was an ambush, how could it be possible not to set a trap?

At the gate, there was a big net on the beam directly above, and the Zhang brothers were pulling the rope, breathing rapidly; in the four corners of the concealment, there were four small colored flags, and Feng Dao was holding the magic trick in his hand, and his lips were squirming.

Just one step.

The murderer will then step into the trap and will not escape.

But.

Until the eyes of the six people were sour, and when the palms of her hands were sweaty, she stood firmly outside the door.

The moonlight drew a mist like sand, swirling around the thin blade of the sword, climbing up the slender waist and plain white placket, making the demon mask more and more blurred.

But he didn't move a single step.

......

Feng Chong licked his dry lips.

Although this young Taoist usually tries his best to pretend to be shrewd, a few old oilers have long seen that this is a raw melon egg who has just gone out of the mountains and rivers and lakes.

At the moment, the prey did not step into the trap, and he was already covered and completely overwhelmed.

And at this time.

The ranger suddenly appeared from hiding, and Shi Shiran stood in the hall, confronting the ghost-faced girl coldly.

He was immediately taken aback, and wanted to open his mouth to question, but he was afraid of exposing himself. I was entangled in my heart, and I saw that Zheng Tong next to him also got out.

"That little gadget has already been noticed. ”

Tu Zi picked up the pole and knife, "Bah" twice, spit into the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to stand side by side with the ranger.

"Why hide your head and tail again, although you have a good fight!"

He shouted loudly, but there was still no movement in the corner where the few people were hiding.

Until the ghost-faced girl took out a few coppers and threw them one by one, knocking the small flags away and knocking down the net. A few people finally left their luck behind and walked out.

............

The ranger looked at his opponent carefully.

The ghost face covers the face, and the real face is not clear, revealing only a slender neck that is easy to break; the body is tall but not slender, and lacks the strength to fight for a long time; the skirt is too long for action; the length of the sword is appropriate, but it is too thin and thin, as if it will be broken at the touch of a button.

But it was such a person and such a sword, but it made him, a man who was accustomed to fighting, feel a heavy pressure.

"Worthy of a hundred taels!"

He said in his heart.

Then he silently pulled out the second horizontal knife on the right side of his waist, the frost blade was like snow, and the cold light shone on people, this was a silent invitation.

Although the other party was speechless, he gladly accepted the invitation with his actions and stepped into the house with his sword.

The ranger nodded, took a long breath, pressed his heart of joy, crossed the knife in front of him, and said in a condensed voice:

"This knife is two feet seven inches long and weighs one pound and eight taels. Hundreds of refining into steel, quenching for the edge. Tianbao 4th Autumn ......"

However, halfway through the conversation.

I heard a burst of shouts in my ears: "What nonsense!"

Zheng Tuzi had already rushed forward like a whirlwind, raised his knife and laughed:

"Eat a certain knife first. ”

The Zhang brothers also seemed to smell the blood and got the hyena, and followed with a smile.

Time.

It was the ranger who came out first, holding back half a line and falling behind.

......

Zheng Tuzi turned the blade into horns and ploughed it like a wild ox.

The ghost-faced woman's body swirled, and in the hazy mist, she suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared, but she had already appeared behind the butcher's side.

The thin, thin blade swung rapidly, as if it had lost its form and melted into the mist. At first glance, the ghost-faced woman seemed to be driving a puff of mist towards the butcher's neck.

Later, Zhang Shaonan hurriedly came to help.

But instead of using two short knives in his hands, he threw a light, seemingly lethal object.

But it was such a thing, but it made the ghost-faced girl's body jump away suddenly.

That thing landed on Zheng Tuzi, right on the door of his head that he turned around.

"What's that?"

Tu Zi's nose twitched.

A fishy smell smolded into the nasal passages.

Rip it off and take a look.

Hell it!

It's a menstrual cloth!

The butcher was so furious that he couldn't care about the ghost-faced girl anymore, so he slammed the thing in his hand to the ground, jumped to his feet and scolded:

"You damn prank! Throw this nasty pickled thing around, Lao Tzu will pick your brother's head first!"

Zhang Shaonan smiled: "What are you afraid of?

"Break your ancestors!"

There was a mess here, but Zhang Tong next to him quietly touched the side, and he didn't know where to shoot, and he heard:

"Bang dang!"

There was a loud bang.

A thick wooden plank covered with iron sheet was buckled upside down and sealed the gate tightly.

He laughed out loud:

"Let you be a demon woman and be cunning like a ghost, don't you want to drink your Zhang Ye's footwashing water?

In the laughter.

The ghost-faced woman looked around slightly in a demon mask.

Nearby, the Zhang brothers were triumphant, and Zheng Tuzi was eager to try.

Ten steps away, the ranger Zhang Yi waited with a horizontal sword.

Farther away, Taoist Feng Chong was holding a yellow talisman, and the swordsman Xu Zhan was holding a long sword in his arms.

On the other hand, the way out has been broken, and he has fallen into the encirclement and suppression of six people.

............

The Ghost-faced Girl who took the lead.

Perhaps annoyed by Zhang Tong's words, his body flashed, and he went straight to the gangster leader.

Zhang Tong sneered, didn't dodge, raised the whistle stick, looked at the direction, the tip of the needle was against Mai Mang, and the head was smashed down with a stick.

According to the theory, one inch is long and one inch is strong, such a sword for a stick, no matter what, the ghost-faced girl should dodge first.

But when this long stick was approaching, she moved a position out of thin air, and the general let go of the stick, but the sword in her hand did not stop at all, and went straight to Zhang Tong.

The sword was too fast, too thin and too thin, and it was not real to blend into the mist, until a little cold light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhang Tong suddenly realized it.

There is no way to avoid it.

But he shook his face and twisted his wrist.

"Boom!"

It turned out that his younger brother Zhang Shaonan arrived in time, and the two swords overlapped to block the sword.

And the whistle stick in his hand...... This kind of weapon was originally two sticks, one long and one short, connected by iron cables. With his twist, the short stick in front of him threw an arc and flirted with the perineum of the ghost-faced girl.

The ghost-faced woman who was about to lift the sword and stab again had to retreat, but Zhang Shaonan laughed fiercely, as if the appendage bone was rolling over, nailing to the ankle with a knife and poking at the knee socket.

Ghostface had no choice but to retreat.

But Zheng Tuzi had already been killed, and as soon as Pu Dao unfolded, the mist was stirred, and the whirlwind also circled her back.

......

The two brothers used a whistle stick insidiously, a short knife made the next work, and Zheng Tuzi's simple knife opened and closed, but they were able to check and fill in the gaps.

Rao is this ghost-faced woman's body is fast and light, and the sword light is sprinkled with ghosts, and she can only fight equally.

However.

I don't know if it's intentional or not.

The main entrance of the prison was such a big place, and the four of them were entangled together, and the sword and sword shadow filled this place.

The other three couldn't get their hands on it.

The swordsman said that he was far away, and put on a posture of pressing the sword in his hand, and just sat back and watched the success or failure.

The ranger stayed on the periphery of the war group, but he was not willing to be lonely.

But as soon as he raised his knife and wanted to cut it, Zhang Shaonan's neck was sent to the knife first, and he raised the knife to stab, but Zheng Tuzi pushed his big ass in front of him.

All in all, his martial arts are in vain, he only talks a little bit and is one step behind, and this knife can't be handed out!

He simply retreated, and the pestle knife swept the formation for the three of them.

On the other side, Feng Daoren also fell into the same embarrassment.

The Zhang brothers, Zheng Tuzi and the murderer were inseparable, he held a handful of yellow charms, and had half a spell in his mouth, not letting it go, not letting it go.

If the murderer is captured or escaped, he has nothing to do, and he may be ridiculed again, where will he put his round face?

Thinking of this, after all, it was the spirit that prevailed.

Get!

Dao Ye will show you thieves a unique skill.

He took three or four steps back.

"Zhang Jushi, and he is the protector of the poor road. ”

After that, he stepped on the Seven Star Kui Dou Steps, and changed his mouth to a lengthy spell.

“...... Fire crows, fire crows, listen to my call......"

While chanting a spell, he threw many yellow talismans.

As soon as the rune paper was taken off, it turned into a group of rune fire, which was pulled by the magic trick in his hand, and merged into a huge fireball in the air.

The hall was lit with firelight, and the mist was churning.

Orr.

A cry was heard.

In that fireball, there was a faint fire crow flapping its wings!

This hand can shock everyone in the field.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes, what are you doing in such a big battle?

Zhang Shaonan glanced at it hurriedly, and muttered: "Good girl! This Taoist priest really has some ability! ”

Small thoughts swirled in my head, and my hands became more and more strenched.

Fortunately.

The ghost-faced girl also seemed to be frightened by the firelight, and her ghostly body suddenly slowed down.

Zhang Shaonan's eyes lit up.

Golden opportunity!

Raising his hand and throwing out a small cloth bag, the brother next to him, Zhang Tong, had a heart, and the whistle stick was pointed out, and the small bag was suddenly volleyed into the air, spilling lime all over the sky.

Zhang Shaonan had already prepared, and with the help of lime and fog, he rolled on the spot, turned to the feet of the ghost-faced woman, shook his wrist, and took the opponent's waist and kidney with a short knife.

The Ghost-faced Girl hurriedly drew her sword to block it.

But this hand-to-hand fight is like playing chess, it is a wrong step, a wrong step, and the whole game is lost.

She coped with it in such a hurry, but she exposed the flaws in her side back to Zheng Tuzi.

Where will Zheng Tong be polite?!

When even the lime powder that was choking on the eyes, he shouted.

"Death!"

Rob, slash!

This unstoppable stab landed on the ghost-faced girl in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Tuzi's face just rose with a little joy, and then he felt that the knife he tried his best to did not seem to be slashed on human flesh, but seemed to be cut into the void.

Then.

Where the blade landed, the ghost-faced girl actually sank down like a punctured urine bubble, and then "waved" and dispersed into a puff of light smoke.

But Tuzi couldn't hold back and staggered over.

Also at this time.

Another ghost-faced girl also emerged from the fog next to her, calmly passing by the butcher.

Meantime.

The sword light is like electricity, and it goes straight to the ranger.

This sudden drastic change, not to mention Zhang Yi's mortal eyes, even Li Changan can't react.

He lifted the knife, and the ghost-faced woman was already wiping a light smoke from under his armpit.

His body froze suddenly, and he fell straight to the ground.

And the ghost-faced girl didn't stop and pounced on Feng Daoren.

The poor Taoist cast the spell to the key point, he couldn't stop, he couldn't walk, so he had to grit his teeth, fight the strength of the milk to urge the mana, and recite the chant in his mouth.

“...... Help me to destroy the evil man. Hurry like ......"

Pity.

A slender but hard fist took the lead and smashed his last word back into his belly.

Forthwith.

Feng Daoren had a jet-black eye socket, and his eyes turned over with gold stars.

As for the half-formed fire crow in the air, it screamed a few times, and then was swept into a few sparks by the ghost-faced woman's sleeves, and finally disappeared without a trace.

This rabbit rise and fall is a long time, but in fact it is only a short moment.

The three of them came back to their senses and saw the situation in front of them.

"thief!"

Zhang Shaonan was so angry that he wanted to capture the thief in one fell swoop, but he didn't want to be tricked instead, and he killed two accomplices.

He was furious at the moment, and he did not hesitate, and without thinking, he carried two short knives, and went up to fight again.

The two brothers are used to advancing and retreating together, and although the two brothers are not skilled in martial arts, they can fight for a few rounds in the previous time by means of street fighting.

Zhang Tong was not embarrassed at the moment, so he picked up the whistle stick and followed.

However......

"Click".

Zhang Shaonan, who scolded the "thief woman", rolled his eyes while holding his broken arm.

"Bang".

Zhang Tong, who said "demon woman", dragged his broken leg and flew out upside down, smashed on the wall and stopped moving.

In a blink of an eye.

There were only two left of the six.

The swordsman swallowed, changed his posture, and quietly moved inside, while Zheng Tuzi pinched his teeth, but he rose up and pounced on his sword again.

The ghost-faced girl was still only flashing and sudden, but her body movements were thousands of times faster than before, as if a streamer of light swept by Zheng Tuzi's side, and the thin sword in her hand shook and shook off a few strands of hair.

Zheng Tuzi stared at the bull's eyes and muttered:

"The straight thief mother, I was using my grandfather as a cover. ”

The fat body shook three times, and fell to the ground softly.

As a result, the only one left in front of the ghost-faced woman was the swordsman Xu Zhan.

She turned the ghost face around, and saw the swordsman who had been concave in place for a long time, neatly put his sword back into its sheath, walked into the corner, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

All right.

Now there is no one.

............

There is no prison in the world that is spacious and bright.

In the depths of the prison, the fog grows heavier.

The light created by a few torches on the wall could not illuminate the fog that blended with the darkness, and only made it appear that the shadows in the fog were more and more like ghosts.

The surroundings were quiet, only the mosquitoes, rats and ants made some soft sounds in the mist.

The beggar was in a cell deep in the prison.

He shrunk in the corner, staring, no longer screaming hungry, just motionless, as if the other party had just ignored the noise of the fight outside.

Suddenly.

His dull face shuddered slightly.

Just look outside the cell door, in the narrow corridor separated by the fence.

There was no sound of footsteps, and a red dress floated in.

The fog is hazy.

The hideous grimace that came to ask for his life was coldly at him.