"Wan'er, Wan'er. Yifei woke up in a coma, his headache became more and more intense, and his body was also in serious pain, so he didn't care about it, so he got up in a panic and said, "Wan'er?" The candles in the house were faintly burning, and the heavy rain outside the window rustled on the window lattice.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a young girl walked in, fourteen or fifteen years old, in a goose yellow dress, holding a medicinal soup in her hand, seeing Yifei wake up, she hurriedly shouted: "Brother." Put down the tea tray and happily rushed forward and said, "Brother, you're awake!"

"Snow and ice. Yifei muttered, "You're back." He had a headache again, knocked his head hard, and said, "What about Wanqiu?" Xue Bing's expression was gloomy, and she shook her head lightly and said, "Sister Lin is no longer here." ”

Yi Fei was stunned, grabbed Xue Bing's arm and said hurriedly: "It's not there, what does it mean to be gone?" Xue Bing looked at it distressedly, "Brother, have you forgotten?" When the Xuanling Daoist brought Sister Lin back, Sister Lin was already ...... You still grabbed the Xuanling Daoist and begged him to save people, and then fainted. It's been three days......"

Yifei collapsed directly on the ground, remembering the scene in the woods that day. Xue Bing was startled and hurriedly went to help. Yi Fei suddenly laughed and said, "It's gone! It's gone!" laughed so much that tears came out, and suddenly grabbed Xue Bing's hand and said, "Where is Wan'er? Where is Wan'er now?" When he heard the words of the oolong dart game, Yi Fei stood up and broke the door.

Xue Bing shouted at her brother, took an umbrella and hurriedly chased after her.

In the Oolong Dart Bureau, there is no light in the huge courtyard.

After passing through several corridors and coming to the backyard, Yi Fei was surprised to look at the twenty or thirty tombs erected in the courtyard, only to hear Xue Bing behind him: "The people of Xuanyuan Pavilion had just retreated that day, and there was a sudden sound of flutes and bells in the distance. Grandpa was worried, so he asked the Xuanling Daoist to look for his brother. I was afraid that it would affect the oolong dart game, so the two elders of the beggar gang came to check. However, it was still a step ...... late. ”

Xue Bing's expression darkened, "When the two uncles arrived, the dart game was empty, and even the blood stains on the ground were cleaned up, except for the traces of sporadic fights, there was nothing else. Uncle Lin doesn't know where to go, and the beggars are the most well-informed, but there is no news at all......"

Yifei leaned on the railing and walked down slowly, and in the heavy rain, this piece of grave bag continued to go.

Yifei never thought that a wedding would affect so many people, so he pounced, knelt down, and knocked three times on the ground.

Xue Bing stepped forward and said, "Brother." To help him up, he pointed to a grave bag in the distance and said, "Sister Lin is there." "In the distance, under the rose tree, full of flowers hung down from the grave, and the rain wet countless petals. Yifei looked at the inscription on the tombstone, trembling and brushing the tombstone, and suddenly leaned over to dig on the grave.

Xue Bing was surprised: "Brother." ”

Yifei ignored the snow and ice and dug the grave with both hands. The rain fell even harder, and the rain filled the soil pit dug by Yifei, and a layer of petals floated up. Xue Bing pulls Yifei and is pushed to the ground, and the umbrella falls to the side.

Seeing him like this, Xue Bing's heart hurt, she got up and grabbed Yi Fei's arm and said, "Brother, brother!" Seeing Yi Fei stop, he hurriedly said: "Xue Bing knows that Sister Lin's dead brother is very sad, but brother, you can't torture yourself like this." Sister Lin blocked the arrow for her brother, hoping that her brother could live well. But my brother is now, Sister Lin will definitely be sad when she sees it!"

Tears stained with rain hit the ground, Xue Bing saw that Yifei was quiet, so she took out a purse embroidered with silver thread, handed it over, and said softly: "This was found in the courtyard, on Sister Lin's dresser." Left for my brother. Yifei trembled and took the purse, although the purse was not sewn by Wanqiu herself, but since the acquaintance, it has been brought on Wanqiu.

Carefully holding the purse in the palm of his hand, Yifei muttered, "Wan'er, Wan'er." All the situations of the past came to mind, and suddenly there was a long cry of pain and ran away.

Xue Bing shouted: "Brother!" was anxious, chased to the corridor, but suddenly tripped over something under his feet, almost fell, hurriedly held on to the railing, and when he looked up, a man in white had blocked the way.

I saw that this man had a long figure, long hair covering his face, half of his cheeks were as white as paper, and his eyes were glowing with phosphorus.

Xue Bing didn't know Tie Qingxuan, and when she was in front of the Temple of Literature that day, she only saw a white figure passing by, and she had long forgotten it. At this moment, Tie Qingxuan was close in front of him, Xue Bing took a step back and said, "Who are you?" Tie Qingxuan swept over her, and said with pity: "I almost killed a little beauty in front of the Temple of Literature that day!"

Xue Bing said in surprise: "Confucian Temple?" looked up at Tie Qingxuan, "Are you...... Tie Qingxuan, the owner of the Returning Soul Village in the Western Regions?" shouted in his heart, turned around and fled.

Running out of more than a dozen steps, Tie Qingxuan's body was like a ghost, blocking in front. Xue Bing almost crashed into his arms and jumped backwards. Tie Qingxuan raised his arm and pointed at Xue Bing's shoulder. Xue Bing hurriedly retreated, being blocked in the corridor by Tie Qingxuan, and her body was already attached to the wall. Tie Qingxuan's left hand was on her shoulder, and his right hand crossed her shoulder, slowly inserting it into the bun at the back of her head.

There was only a fist-sized distance between the two, and Xue Bing smelled the smell of rotting corpses on his body, and his chest churned, and he almost vomited. Hurriedly closed his eyes, feeling that Tie Qingxuan's nails were so long, they seemed to reach into the bun, and his fingertips had touched his scalp.

Xue Bing shook his head, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he thought quickly in his mind, and suddenly remembered what the four ghosts of Yunshan said, Tie Qingxuan's whole body was highly poisonous and could not be touched. Then he now has his palm on his shoulder, why is he not dead, is it a chronic poison or can he control the flow of toxins?

Tie Qingxuan's fingers stopped, and he stared down at Xue Bing.

He has been in the rivers and lakes alone for more than 20 years since he was a teenager, and because of the reason of practicing drugs, his face is as dry as white paper, and among all the people he comes into contact with, he is either like a ghost and is so frightened that he can't say a word. Either turn around and run, such as avoiding evil. There are also those beautiful women in the picture, all of whom were frightened by his appearance, and those who were timid were directly scared to death.

For so many years, no woman has ever said a word to him, or even called him a senior.

In the midst of his delay, Xue Bing pushed out his palms and slipped out from under the crook of his arm, quickly fleeing to the front yard. Tie Qingxuan's eyes lit up with anger, his fingers clicked, and with a snorting sound, the blue-eyed civet cat rushed out from behind him and pounced on Xue Bing's back. Xue Bing shook it off in amazement, and a man and a cat rolled down the steps, and the cat whined and jumped to the side.

Xue Bing's head slammed on the stone, dizzy, and in a daze, he only saw Tie Qingxuan bending down to look at him, his long hair hit his face, and the other half of his face hidden under the bun was like iron blue.

Xue Bing was stunned and fainted.