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A bend of autumn moon appeared dimly outside the vermilion carved wooden window through the yellowed window paper, and sprinkled a faint cool light into the room.

In front of me was a residual halo, and beneath him was a cold bed. Xie Yixiang struggled to sit up from the bed, her eyebrows slightly frowned, as if she hadn't been able to break free from the painful nightmare.

"Burmese Banyan ...... That's the Burmese Rong ......" kept saying the name to her mouth, and she slowly put on a crimson light shirt, then jerked off the quilt and jumped out of bed. With a little bean seed-sized firelight beating, she lit the oil lamp at the bedside, and the flickering light and shadow filled the whole room: it was a very small room, so small that it could barely fit the hard wooden bed. There was a small dilapidated wooden table at the head of the bed against the wall, and I don't know how many owners had it before, and there were still a few puddles of water stains on the table, and there were no teacups, only a crudely made celadon teapot was placed in the water stains, but the teapot lid lay on a small stool under the wooden table, which was used to press a large stack of scattered official documents.

Xie Yixiang reached out and grabbed the teapot on the wooden table, ignoring that the tea was already cold, she poured it directly into the spout, but her other hand pressed the knife on the pillow.

This is a short crimson knife, which is only a foot long even if the handle is counted, and has a very sad name, called "Chaoli". The moment she held the knife, it was as if she had met a pilot light in the middle of the sea, and she saw the North Star above the desert.

However, the hope did not come from the "Chaoli" itself, but because of this crimson short knife, which reminded her of another knife and another person: a knife with the same name as Chaoli, and a person with the same name as Xie Yixiang.

"Chaotic parting, competing for the moon and Yixiang", these are the names of the two knives, and they are also the names of two people. After the death of a generation of sword kings from ancient times to the present, not only left an insurmountable sword technique to this Jianghu, but also left two knives of parting and chaotic separation, the two apprentices of Xianjingyue and Xie Yixiang.

Thinking of the pitch-black "farewell" and the senior brother who was six years older than herself, Xie Yixiang inadvertently smiled at the corner of her mouth, and even the tea in the pot dripped on the light shirt on her chest, and she didn't even notice it for a while. Because for some time, the arrogant man called Xian Jingyue, the invincible "Jiangnan Yidao", is not only his senior brother, but also his husband.

"Knock...... Knock Knock...... Knock ......" The sound of beating the watch from afar was desolate and sad, as if it came from the other side of the world, ruthlessly piercing this quiet autumn moon and cold night.

Xie Yixiang's right eyelid jumped slightly, her heart was interrupted by this sudden change, and she immediately returned to the reality in front of her from the longing for happiness, and the smile gradually solidified on her face. Counting on his fingers, he has been in the torture room for two years, and the corpses he has seen are naturally countless, fragmented, flesh and blood, shriveled, swollen and white...... There are even corpses in the middle of the night, but there has never been a corpse that makes me feel this way at this moment.

It was an unforgettable pain, a heart-wrenching pain.

Is it just because it was the corpse of the Burmese Banyan?

She clenched the chaos in her hand tightly, the pain in her heart seemed to be burning, and she was being tormented by her anger repeatedly. She drew her sword abruptly, and then a crimson sword burst out like water, almost comparable to the brilliance of the autumn moon outside the window, and filled the whole hut, and at the same time, a silent tear slipped down her cheek.

The two girls in the memory, always with an innocent smile, running happily into the distance, chasing the colorful future. But when the beauty of this scene was shattered and turned into pieces of broken memories, the two met again after a few years of separation, but as a fast catcher, they performed an autopsy for the tragic death of the Burmese Banyan Rong.

Xie Yixiang will never forget the scene a few hours ago: the dim little attic, the thick smell of blood, and the dim oil lamp in the hands of the fast catchers. The ancients reunited after a long absence, and there was "a silver ray left tonight, I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream", but how willing she was, this encounter between herself and Myanmar Rong was really just a nightmare.

When you wake up, everything will disappear and never happen. However, the dream is back to that time, and the dream is broken at this moment. Since God has woven a real and cruel dream, the only thing Xie Yixiang can do is to face it.

Looking at the stack of official documents on the stool that had been flipped out of the raw edges, she secretly decided: "No matter what the cost is, you must arrest the 'face-ripping demon', even if it is just by herself." ”

The "face-ripping demon" is the terrifying murderous demon in Jinling City recently. Since more than two months ago, in the middle of summer, this demon committed the crime for the first time, in the "Shoguntide Hall", under the noses of everyone, killed the four sons of the king of the south of the city, but no one saw who did it and when. However, his terrifying methods immediately shocked the city. Because of the handsome face of the fourth prince of Wang, the murderer tore the flesh on his face along the oblique upward direction starting from the corners of his mouth at both ends, and the rolled cracks extended to the left and right temples, revealing the skull of Bai Huahua.

If this crime is committed, although the methods are appalling, it will not put everyone in Jinling City in danger. In addition, there was a backlog of many old cases in the criminal arrest room, and I didn't care much about a sudden murder case at the time. Unbeknownst to him, in the next two months, this demon actually intensified, killing people everywhere irregularly, tearing the faces of every victim apart. It was already late autumn tonight, and Xu Mianrong, the beloved daughter of the historian Lord Xu, also suffered misfortune and was killed in her boudoir, which was the thirty-seventh person who died at the hands of the face-tearing demon.

The thirty-seven deceased did not know each other, they had nothing to do with each other, and they had nothing in common. Only the cause of death is exactly the same: being sealed by an extremely strange acupoint closure technique at the same time, the three major acupoints of Huacani, Juque, and Qihai at the same time, resulting in the slow failure of the meridians, freezing the flow of qi and blood, and then dying when the inner strength is exhausted in the time of a stick of incense, which is often said in the rivers and lakes, being ordered to die. At the same time, the killer tore his face to the sides along the corners of their mouths at both ends of the victim's mouth before they died, and the wounds reached the temples on the left and right. The most obvious example of this is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when hundreds of people saw a lonely old man whose face was torn apart, wandering on the banks of the Qinhuai River for a long time before he fell to his death on the Vermilion Bird Bridge, causing a lot of chaos. Its appearance can be described as tragic and unforgettable.

As for the title of "face-ripping demon", it spread among the people, and the speaker was frightened, and the person who heard it was terrified, for fear that the next victim would be his relatives and friends, or even himself. For a while, there were rumors and rumors, as long as the words "face-tearing demon" were mentioned, everyone was really silent, and the child cried at night.

However, so far, no one knows whether this face-ripping demon is old or young, male or female, and no one has ever seen his true face. In the 37 successive crimes, no one saw how he did it, let alone left a flaw, so that no one could trace it at all. In addition, the criminal arrest room has a strange attitude towards this case, and now this elusive face-tearing demon is still at large.

However, tonight, Xie Yixiang's decision finally unveiled the mystery of the "face-tearing demon". Even, it will change the whole world.