The sun is stretching the shadow of the ghost Gu longer and longer, and the ghost Gu is standing in the desert, and the black butterflies around him have disappeared.

His whole body was covered with bloody eyes pierced by the rainstorm pear blossoms, just bloody eyes, without a trace of excess blood flowing out, the acupuncture points were solved, and his positioning was staggering, and he had been hit by a full seventy-seven forty-nine stitches.

At this time, the ghost Gu had already lost the ability to move, and it was very difficult for him to even maintain his feet, but he was still able to speak, Tang Yan had a habit, when he sealed the acupoint, he would always drop the sound acupoint, he wanted to hear what a person would say when he lost any chance of winning.

But he knew in his heart that this was not a good habit.

The ghost Gu only said six words:

"Drop her down, and you go. ”

This time, Tang Yan suddenly felt funny. He thought of what the young man had just said, "Shoot, you may die," and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Can you still shoot now?"

Tang Yan's tone was smug.

The ghost Gu's eyes were indifferent, but the inverted horn-shaped totem in his left eye suddenly brightened brightly, Tang Yan vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the aura around him seemed to become heavy, and he immediately sent out two more rainstorm pear flower needles, this time, his needles were faster, and they went straight to the throat of the ghost Gu.

Tang Yan's hands have always been stable and dry, so the needles he sent out have always been fast and deadly, the two needles he just sent out are still fast and deadly, and his hands are still as stable as a rock, but they are not as dry as before, he is sweating, although there are very few out, but his hands are indeed not completely dry.

He was nervous, and he felt that if he didn't kill the person in front of him, something terrible would happen.

"As soon as I make a move, you may ......"

The needle sank into the throat of the ghost Gu, and before the ghost Gu could finish speaking, he couldn't speak anymore, he slowly fell, but his eyes were open, and those eyes were still so indifferent, as if he didn't feel his death at all. If a person is still indifferent in the face of death, without any waves, what does this mean?

Many people have said that there is no sorrow in life, and there is no pain in death, but when death really comes, when they are in the last moment of death, will they not have the slightest fear? Will they not have the slightest desire to live?

How could it not be, it is human instinct to fear death and survive, and people can strengthen their minds and get rid of their desires through cultivation, but instinct cannot be eliminated by any method.

Tang Yan killed a lot of people who were not afraid of death, but their eyes when they really died should not be like ghost Gu.

He even had a suspicion, was the young man in front of him really dead, did he really kill him?

For the first time, he had doubts about himself.

Tang Yan's face was pale, he clenched his fists, he had to clench, because the sweat on his hands was getting more and more.

The desert sky always gets dark very quickly, and there are very few moons and stars, and at some point in time, the sky instantly darkens, without process, as if the sun has been shot down, everything is so abrupt.

The night came quickly, but people couldn't sleep, and the hall of the Sword Pavilion was still staggered, Qin Se and Ming, those princes and nobles, and the knights of the rivers and lakes were not used to going to bed early.

Shui Han and Ri Chu were standing in the corridor on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Ri Chu was holding the railing in his hand, Shui Han was simply lying on the railing, neither of them spoke, in fact, they were all thinking about a question, what did the ghost Gu want to do?

"What exactly do you say is the life-saving method that the ghost Gu is talking about?"

It was Shui Han who spoke, and his voice was as low as possible, and the people around him could hear it clearly.

Shaking her head to indicate that she didn't know, she took out something from her arms, which was a small bottle, and inside the bottle was a small worm with a glowing tail, which was motionless and seemed to be asleep.

The little insect looked like a firefly, but it was a little bigger, and the light on the tail did not flicker, looking at the little insect at the beginning of the day, and after a moment, she put the bottle back into her clothes, she sighed, and said:

"The only thing that is certain now is that he's alive, and somewhere in this haunted Dead Sea. ”

Shui Han nodded, and said:

"Shall we do something about it?"

The question was not answered at the beginning of the day, her eyes moved slightly, and she said:

"The whole Taoyuan knows that you and I are good friends with the ghost Gu, but this escort mission, the owner of Xun Zhuang readily agreed to let us come, why do you think it is?"

Shui Han touched his head, to be honest, he hadn't thought about this question at all.

Perhaps, he didn't think that much. ”

In this regard, Shui Han felt that he was a bit of a villain at the beginning of the day.

Hearing this, Richu stared at Shui Han with wide eyes for three seconds, and a hand just raised and was about to flick on his forehead, but after thinking about it, he put it down again.

Perhaps, it would be a good thing to let this child retain a trace of innocence.

"Anyway, let's not act rashly yet, I always feel like something is going to happen in the next few days. ”

The sound of the piano downstairs is beautiful, but upstairs is not in the mood to listen to it, and Murong Xue is also not in the mood to listen to music, she leaned on the railing on the third floor, intentionally or unintentionally fiddling with her witch puppet, and her eyes glanced at Shui Han and Richu on the second floor from time to time.

"Young people are just energetic, they have to travel for so many days, and they still have leisure to flirt and scold. ”

Zuo Zhan didn't know when he appeared next to Murong Xue, he looked at the two downstairs, and his mouth couldn't help but tease.

"What, envy?"

If it had been in the past, Murong Xue would have gone back a long time ago, but today she looked extremely serious, she said:

"Did you feel something was wrong?"

When Zuo Zhan heard this, his expression immediately became serious.

"Yes, this place seems to be drunk, but in fact the dark tide is surging, and all the forces gather here, as if they are fighting for something. ”

Murong Xue glanced at Zuozhan and said:

"What do they have to do with each other and what do they have to do with me, I mean Shui Han Richu includes the ghost Gu brothers and sisters, do you think a few of them are not quite right?"

"You should have found out a long time ago, the ghost Gu brothers and sisters we escorted all the way are fake. ”

It was Dong Zhilin who spoke, and she slowly walked out of the room, her face a little gloomy.

"It's worthy of being a member of the Imperial Sect, and his observation is still very sharp. ”

Zuo Zhan can't help but praise.

"Not only that, but those eighteen guards are actually your witch puppets. ”

"You found out about that, too?"

Murong Xue was a little surprised.

"The old man's guards were well trained, but not so trained that they could not eat or drink, and they stood guard outside as we stopped to eat along the way, and at first I thought they were eating dry food, but then I found that they had almost no less dry food. ”

Dong Zhilin's meticulousness is really unattainable for ordinary people, and Murong Xue couldn't help but pat her palms to show her appreciation.

"Xiao Lin is really powerful, but there is one thing you haven't thought through. ”

"Which point?"

"There's almost no shortage of dry food, but it's actually a little less. ”

Dong Zhilin's eyebrows frowned slightly, she suddenly thought of something, and said:

"Is he here too?"

Murong Xue nodded and said:

"It's mixed in with those puppets, and it's hard for a person who loves cleanliness so much. ”

"Tell me, what are you planning?"

Under the clear stream, the undercurrent is surging, Dong Zhilin's eyes are heavy, she should have thought that this matter is by no means as simple as it seems.