The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting became clearer and clearer, but Luo Bei's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and even he couldn't tell why the closer he got to that place, the more nervous he became.

Luo Bei felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, and he seemed to have a bad premonition, but he couldn't help but want to approach that place and take a look, otherwise he might not be able to sleep all night.

In the quiet night, the moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard and also sprinkled on Luobei's face, as if it was infiltrating the whole body at the same time.

The sound of the wooden fish lingered in his ears, and it gradually seemed to be a ring, and Luo Bei couldn't tell which direction it was coming from, but when he raised his head, he seemed to subconsciously identify that it was the strange Rakshasa Hall.

Finally, he made up his mind to go to that place.

Step by step, as if every step was stepping on a certain point in his heartbeat, Luo Bei clenched his fists.

It wasn't a long way, but it was extremely difficult, and he felt like he was counting his heartbeat.

It wasn't until Luo Bei stood still that he finally concluded that the sound of wooden fish came from the Rakshasa Hall, where the doors and windows were still closed.

In addition to the sometimes rapid and sometimes slow sound of wooden fish, there are also bursts of desolate chanting, like a person, and it seems to be much more than that.

The doors and windows of the Rakshasa Hall were still tightly closed, and a candle was lit inside, and the flickering candle flame cast a person's shadow onto the window.

Through the shadow on the window, it is natural to see the appearance of the person in the room, but the shadow is enough to see a person sitting facing the candle flame, and the small wooden mallet in his hand keeps turning up and down, hitting the wooden fish in front of him, making a sound of emptiness.

The back looks a little rickety, and the whole person seems to be curled up, and at a glance, it feels like it is full of vicissitudes.

Although he couldn't understand the content of the scriptures, Luo Bei could also feel that the voice of chanting suddenly became a little messy for some reason, like the bleak weather in autumn and the scattered yellow leaves, which matched the vicissitudes of life.

Luo Bei suddenly held his breath, because he clearly saw the rickety back in the Rakshasa Hall turning slightly, and the wooden mallet that had been beating was also hanging there and did not fall immediately.

Maybe when I was looking into the house, the person in the room noticed me at the same time.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I don't know why I felt very nervous.

"Ahem......" coughing sound came from inside the house.

"Senior Brother Ran, I know you have good intentions, but I have already gone mad, even if I stay here and face the green light butter every day, it will not help, sooner or later the meridians will be broken, hey...... Over the years, I have never forgotten Ruyu's pleading eyes when she was dying, and she begged me to end her pain with tears in her eyes, and I ...... I can only ......"

It was a voice that had gone through the vicissitudes of life, but some traces of the past could still be clearly heard from it.

The moment he heard this voice, Luo Bei's body was nailed there like a lonely rotten wood, let the moonlight fall, let the wind get louder and louder, whistling in his ears, and he didn't move.

Because this voice pulled him back to a vague memory that could not be looked back on, although that memory had passed for a long time, the traces of calm and vicissitudes left in this voice would not change.

The memory returned to that dusk, and he took Zhuo Xiaocicada, who was highly poisonous, to the mansion of the divine doctor Wan Ruhai in Zhuxian Town under the guidance of Su Quan.

When the servant opened the door, a middle-aged housekeeper with a stiff back came out, and it was in that afternoon that Luo Bei saw the fourth uncle.

Calm and practiced, he is not panicked whether he is in the Wanfu or facing the people of the government

Chaos, calm and measured, and extremely majestic.

Every bloody case seems to have such a figure, but in the end, Wan Ruhai admitted that all the bloody cases were because he needed the woman's blood to heal the blood poison on his body, and no one cared about what role the fourth uncle played in it.

From those conversations, I vaguely knew that Wan Ruhai had studied under the Northern Valley of the Gods of Death, and later defected, and the blood poison on his body had recurred, so did the fourth uncle also come from the Valley of the Gods of Death? No one asked, let alone knew.

What was the relationship between their master and servant? Now it seems that everything is a great question mark.

learned from Wan Yutang that in the end, all the mansions, including Wan Ruhai, died tragically in the mansion, and the death was extremely miserable, but the body of the fourth uncle was not found.

Until this moment, when Luo Bei heard this familiar voice again, he could be completely sure that that person did not die in Wanfu with Wan Ruhai.

Luo Bei's eyes showed an unprecedented sad look, maybe even he didn't expect that after disappearing from that night, he woke up again and was already soaking wet on the riverbank, and then was rescued by Kuzhu, and then went to the Lotus Temple with Killing, meeting too many people along the way, and experiencing too many things, and even sometimes looking back, I don't know if these are true.

However, whether he was trapped in the Demon Suppression Tower or entered the Misty Mustard Seed, he seemed to have forgotten the tragic night he had had, and he was caught in his memories in the dead of night, but he only had a completely blurred image, and gradually even he began to forget what happened that day.

Perhaps, in the dark, he can just escape, leaving the Lotus Temple is an escape, entering the Misty Mustard Seed is an escape, and even going to the battlefield with Yang Zaixing to fight to kill the enemy is an escape.

However, it was the voice that had just come out of the Rakshasa Hall that instantly shattered all his escapes.

He didn't know whether he should be sad or angry.

Luo Bei just felt that his heartbeat was constantly speeding up at the moment, and the blood was flowing like a rushing river, and the monstrous waves hit his heart in an instant.

"Senior Brother Ran......"

When the voice in the room came again, Luo Bei's eyes had turned exactly the same pitch black as the night.

The moonlight was as bright as water on his face, but at this moment it could not shine into his heart.

He frowned unconsciously, the expression on his face was painful, his hands clenched into fists, his nails almost embedded in the flesh, and he was bleeding.

For him, the sudden appearance of the fourth uncle was even more cruel than anything he had experienced over the years, not only destroying the sense of protection that he had always wanted to escape, but also turning his entire world upside down.

Changing a teenager's world may just be a matter of moments.

Luo Bei raised his head and looked at the moon that was about to be completed in the sky, but the corners of his mouth showed a smile on his face full of pain.

If there was someone around him, he would be extremely surprised, because his smile at the moment was so evil, completely inconsistent with his age.

The wind grew louder and louder at night, turning into a terrible howl like a wolf's howl.

There is no obstacle between Luobei and Rakshasa Hall, only complete emptiness, nothingness and emptiness.

An endless stream of black qi slowly came out of Luo Bei's body, slowly devouring the empty world in front of him, all the way towards the direction of the Rakshasa Hall, and at the same time seemed to block the light of the moon, so that it could not illuminate the entity in the center of the black qi at all.

"Luobei" continued to laugh, and he suddenly opened his arms, intertwined with the night like a dark butterfly.

The moment he knew that the fourth uncle was still alive in the world, "Luobei" seemed to be occupied by something in his body, perhaps he subconsciously gave up all resistance, and let the boundless anger surging towards the Rakshasa Hall.

The whistling sound came from the outside to the closed doors and windows, and the scraped doors and windows made a "creaking" sound, but after a short time, the paper on the windows and doors cracked inch by inch.

The rickety back in the room has probably been staggering for too long, so the reaction is slower than usual, but at this moment, the fourth uncle, who is still holding the gavel in his hand, has also sensed that something is wrong.

"You're not a master of understanding......"

"Who the hell are you?"

His martial arts were not weak in the first place, and the moment he felt the danger, his whole body tensed, and he just jumped lightly and came to the door.

"Huh...... Who am I...... Who the hell am I ......?"

"Luobei"'s voice seemed to have become completely different, and the painful expression on his face had disappeared, leaving only that evil smile and a trace of awe-inspiring majesty from nowhere.

There was a strange chill all over his body, this chill was different from any cold blade in the world, as if it had been passed down for thousands of years, watered with blood and anger, and then exploded in an instant.

"Did you ever ask who you really were when you were killing someone?"

This sentence hit the fourth uncle like a thunderbolt from the sky, leaving him speechless.

With a "bang", the door of the Rakshasa Hall was suddenly shattered, and the fourth uncle's stiff back seemed to be deeper than before, and he carried his hands as before, but his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked much older than when he was in Wanfu.

One stood in the door, the other stood outside the door, Luo Bei and the fourth uncle looked at each other.

One is full of hatred, and the other is full of vicissitudes.

The fourth uncle let out a long breath, as if he had turned into a deflated ball, and he slowly lowered his head after seeing Luobei, as if he couldn't bear to take a second look.

But Luo Bei is different, he has to look carefully at the person in front of him.

"I can't imagine that I will see you again in this life...... Luobei, did you come all the way to take my life?"

Although the fourth uncle's voice has become much more vicissitudes than before, it still exudes calmness, facing this young man again, even if he can see that the other party is no longer the fragile and ignorant young man he once was, he still does not show a trace of panic.

"Is there anything else you are unwilling to receive?" "Luobei" asked.

The fourth uncle shook his head and looked at the moonlight, but his originally locked eyebrows were stretched out at this moment.

"No, since I left Wanfu that day, I finished the last thing for the master, and then came here, I don't know why I began to suffer day and night, and finally became a demon, if it wasn't for the fact that Senior Brother Zhiran used all his life's work to save me, maybe I would have cut off this life by myself......"

"I didn't expect to be waiting for your arrival in the dark, so that I can end my life, so I should say goodbye......"

"Hahahaha......"

"Luobei" raised his head and laughed, but the laughter was so harsh.

After laughing, "Luo Bei" stretched out a hand in front of his chest, and a black aura flashed on it, like a beam of fire from hell.

His eyes were as cold and ruthless as his voice, and he said slowly, "So...... Let you go into the abyss of hell and meet your equally cruel and despicable master!"

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