There are many strange things in the world that cannot be explained, no one knows whether it exists or not, but as long as you believe it, then it really exists. As long as the will of man is not firm enough, even things other than ghosts and gods can deceive people's hearts, make you fall into it, and you can't extricate yourself.

Wuxin looked at the man on the hospital bed and asked lightly, "Where is their lair?" He wanted to go to this mysterious place to have a look and see if the person he was looking for was also there.

"There is a big house in the east of the town, and red candles are lit in the middle of the house every night, and there it is, but you better not go, be careful that you never come back. The man lying on the bed said slowly, and warned Wuxin not to go, now he knew that Wuxin did not belong to that group, so he kindly reminded him.

Wuxin didn't speak, glanced at the mother and son hiding in the corner, turned around and walked out. He never believed in ghosts and gods, and even thought that people were sometimes much more terrible than ghosts. He had already decided to go, because the person who played the flute was the one he had been chasing.

When I came to the street, I saw another dull face, which was the same as just now, and since I already knew the truth of the matter, I was no longer curious. Shuttling through the crowds, I plan to find a place to rest first, and then go to explore it in the evening.

Suddenly, I didn't want to see a person who didn't belong here, because the other party was not like these people around me, but as sober as himself, and was coming out of a restaurant on the street, looking for something in the crowd, constantly pulling people passing by, asking something. But no one paid any attention.

Wuxin recognized that person at a glance, all white robes, and cold faces, it was the Lord of the Three Valleys of Fengyue Valley, Dongfang Bai. Wuxin didn't know how he appeared here, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was mostly chasing himself here, and it seemed that Dongfang Xian's ending did not make the people of Fengyue Valley converge because of this, and they still chased here.

Taking advantage of the fact that Dongfang Bai hadn't found out yet, he unintentionally quietly hid in an alley, watching Dongfang Bai gradually disappear in the flow of people. Now he doesn't want the people of Wind Moon Valley to find him, because there are more important things to do. I didn't expect that when I was chasing and killing others, others were also chasing and killing me.

It was getting dark, and the pedestrians on the street were becoming scarcer, and they had probably returned to their homes, and a moon that seemed to have a hint of crimson slowly rose, crawling into the air, looking down on everything that was happening in the town.

In an inn, lying quietly on the bed, he had found a place to rest, came to a small inn, asked for a room, and then never went out, just waiting for dark. He didn't want to go out and be discovered by the people of Wind Moon Valley, that would ruin his plans for tonight.

So, Wuxin lay on the bed and began to close his eyes and recuperate, waiting for the strange flute to sound. Gradually, he became sleepy, and then slowly fell asleep......

The sky was finally completely dark, and the moonlight shrouded the sky over Changle Town, as if it had cast a layer of reddish mist over this strange town, and now it seemed that this place really looked like a ghost town.

Suddenly, a quick knock on the door came to Wuxin's ears, waking him up from his sleep. Wuxin was startled, he didn't expect that he would sleep so deadly, and when he looked up, it was completely dark. At this time, the knock at the door seemed to be getting more and more urgent, Wuxin frowned, shook the blood knife placed beside him, and prepared to get up and open the door to see who the person knocking on the door was.

But suddenly, Wuxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was shocked, because he found that he couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up from the bed, as if there were countless ropes tying him, and he was wrapped around the bed, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free, but there was obviously nothing on his body, and he was stunned.

Soon, the knock on the door stopped ringing, but had been forcefully pushed away from the outside. Wuxin looked sideways at the door, but found that there was no one at the door, not even a shadow. Just as he was puzzled, he frowned again, because there was indeed someone outside the door, but instead of standing, he was lying on the ground, staring at him with a pair of blood-red eyes.

The person lying at the door was none other than the man who was sick in bed that he had seen in the house during the day today. I don't know how this man found himself, let alone how he came here, and why he came to find him, I only know that the man's hands at this time are full of blood, and the flesh and skin are blurred, as if he has worn out his hands in the process of crawling.

"Why did you take my wife and children, give them back to me, give them back to me? The man shouted, shouting as he slowly crawled into the room, moving towards the side of the heartless bed, leaving a series of bloody palm prints behind him.

I didn't want to open my mouth to ask what was going on, but I found that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a sound, and I saw that the man on the ground had slowly crawled over, staring at him with a pair of blood-red eyes. Wuxin was completely confused, didn't know what was going on, didn't know why the man said those inexplicable things to himself, and didn't know why he couldn't move.

"Give me back my wife and children, give me back. A terrible wail came from the man's mouth, and his voice was full of pain and hatred.

He didn't want to explain, but no matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, another incredible thing happened, the man who was lying on the ground actually reached out and grabbed Wuxin's bedside and struggled to stand up! Looking at Wuxin with blood-red eyes, an extra blood-stained dagger appeared in his hand at some point, and it was already raised high.

He struggled unintentionally, but he still couldn't move his body, as if he had grown up in bed, and could only watch the crimson eyes of the man in front of him.

Suddenly, the man's face began to become hideous, and his face was twisted in pain, and blood flowed from his ears, mouth, eyes, and nostrils. Then I heard him cry out bitterly, and the dagger held high in the air swung down fiercely, stabbing Wuxin's chest!

With a "poof", the dagger stabbed into Wuxin's chest fiercely, reaching the handle, and blood suddenly poured out of the wound, spraying the face of the man standing next to the bed......

A sharp pain came from the heart, and Wuxin snorted, exerted all his strength, and suddenly sat up from the bed. The bloody knife clenched in his hand was pulled out like lightning. However, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the empty room with a look of surprise.

The door was still closed, no one had pushed it open, and there was no one in the room who had seen him during the day, only him, and there was no knock on the door. Wuxin hurriedly looked at his chest and found that nothing happened, he was not stabbed by a dagger and was intact.

It turned out that everything just now turned out to be just a dream. But this dream is too real, too weird. A thin bead of sweat had already appeared on Wuxin's forehead, and he was still in shock.

Immediately after, a strange flute sound came into Wuxin's ears, distant and familiar. Hearing this flute, Wuxin's eyes lit up, he turned over and jumped out of bed, rushed to the window, and gently pushed the window open, and the scene he saw couldn't help but make him frown deeply, he seemed to understand why he had fallen into a nightmare just now.

On the street, not far away, there were more than a dozen figures, walking slowly and muddy, but they slowly moved in the same direction, in the direction where the flute came.

Wuxin didn't hesitate any longer, settled down, quickly walked out of the room, and walked silently towards the door of the inn......

The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer, and it is getting more and more urgent, and it reaches the ears of everyone walking on the street, like a kind of guidance, guiding these people to go in the direction from which the flute came.

More than a dozen people who were slowly moving forward lowered their heads one after another, staring blankly at their feet, their hands hanging on the sides of their bodies, stiff and motionless. It seems that in their consciousness, they only know the sound of the piano and nothing else.

At the back of the crowd, far away, there was a person, but this person was not walking, but crawling, his eyes were almost closed, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he kept crawling forward, following the crowd, in the direction from which the flute came. This person turned out to be the man he had unintentionally seen during the day, who had been bedridden for many years......

In a few moments, a reddish mansion appeared in front of me, from which the sound of the flute came from, and it was the only place in the town where the lights were still on.

The first time you walk into the gate, you can see red candles all over the courtyard, standing in every corner of the courtyard, on the ground, on the wall, on the trees, on the steps, everywhere, the whole yard is crimson, the candlelight is flickering, almost the whole house is brightly lit, but it looks very weird.

On the steps in front of the hall, there was a group of people, a group of black-clothed men with weapons in their hands, who were staring coldly at the dozen or so people who came in from the door, without a trace of expression on their faces.

In the middle of this group of black-clothed people, there was a huge Taishi chair, on which sat a person, a fat and bloated monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the Taishi chair, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating.

On the roof of the hall, there is a woman dressed in red, holding a flute with both hands and playing it in her mouth, her long flowing hair dancing lightly in the wind, just in the distance with the thousands of red candles in the courtyard, which makes this mansion even more weird. This woman is the woman who appeared outside Shaolin before and was called a demon girl by her subordinates, Blood Ling'er.

Finally, the sound of the flute stopped, and the dozen or so figures that followed it slowly stopped, and stood motionless at the foot of the steps, as if they had no idea what was happening.

"Master Huiyin, the blood primer you want has arrived. A man in black turned around, bent down at the monk who was sitting cross-legged on the Taishi's chair, and said respectfully.

When the monk heard the words of the man in black, he slowly opened his eyes, without a trace of expression on his face, and slowly inspected the dozen or so people standing under the steps, his eyes were hot, as if he was hiding some kind of impatience. After a pause, he nodded to the man in black who was speaking.

The man in black understood, and said in a deep voice to the other two men in black on the side, "Take blood." The voice was cold, without a hint of emotion.

The other two men in black nodded, and without hesitation, walked directly to the person closest to the steps. One person holds a large bowl in his hand, and one person holds a thumb-thick bamboo tube in his hand.

The two of them quickly came to the bottom of the stairs and walked up to the nearest man. The man in black who was holding the bamboo tube suddenly waved his hand, only to see that the bamboo tube in his hand was actually inserted into the chest of the person closest to the bottom of the steps like lightning! At the moment when the blood spurted out, the other man in black decisively pushed the big bowl in his hand to the other end of the bamboo tube.

I saw a stream of blood flowing down the bamboo tube and slowly flowing into the big bowl, and the person who was instantly pierced through the heart by the bamboo tube was unconscious at this time, still standing quietly in place, but at this time it was already a little shaky, his face changed from pale to gray, and in the end his face was like dead ashes.

Seeing that the man was dying, the man in black who took the bowl decisively withdrew the big bowl and walked directly to the monk sitting on the Taishi's chair without a trace of slackness.

The black-clothed man with the bamboo tube in his hand also pulled out the bamboo tube inserted in the man's chest at this time, stepped aside, and waited for the next instructions, as if the things that happened just now had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even look at the person who had slowly collapsed to the ground at this time, and died of excessive blood loss and didn't know how to die.

The monk took the big bowl full of blood, did not hesitate, raised his head and drank it all, as if he was drinking, but with the two traces of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, the whole person looked so weird. The people in Buddhism have strict precepts and are not allowed to kill, but the monk in front of him actually took blood directly from a living person.

Suddenly, the monk who was drinking blood stopped the movement in his hand, looked coldly at the chaotic crowd at the bottom of the steps, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly stretched out a hand and pointed to the middle of the crowd......