A team of men with wheel axes chased the mirage around, holding Qiankun bags in their hands, and when they saw that they were collecting one by one, they cut down and put them into Qiankun bags when they saw that they were difficult to collect.

Mirages rarely speak, or they almost forget the skill of speaking, and language has long since become unimportant in solitude.

The silent plundering was also striking, and the leader split a fleeing mirage with an axe.

A woman in red hid in the shadow of a tree without moonlight, trembling all over, how long had she not felt this pain again, and the clothes on her body were like being cut by a sharp blade, and the wounds were oozing blood.

The woman tried to curl herself up as best she could, but they spotted her, the sound of the horse's hooves getting closer to her, she swallowed a mouthful of blood, and clenched her hands for the fight.

The full moon was big, round and dazzling, Feng Qingmo turned over from the roof and stood in front of the woman in red.

The woman hugged herself, looking at the man standing in front of her with only two eyes exposed, a red silk dress, a black belt, and long hair scattered, exuding a beautiful glow in the moonlight.

Without too many words, Feng Qingmo's palms gathered qi, a touch of red in the corners of his eyes showed his demons, and the hidden pattern on his forehead became dazzling.

"You.. Before the identity was spoken, his life was gone, and the mount and the leader dissipated in this bright moonlight like a mirage, and the rest of the people wanted to immediately turn around and flee from here, a long sword flew by, and the group of centaurs disappeared in an instant, and the Qiankun bag fell to the ground, and the mirage inside struggled a few times to escape.

Feng Qingmo turned his head and his eyebrows were still cold, the pattern on his forehead disappeared, and the woman lowered her head and stopped looking at him.

Feng Qingmo took off his coat and put it on the ground, the woman picked it up and put it on, the wide clothes didn't fit well on her body, the woman stood up, her eyes were filled with tears, and she fell down in the blink of an eye.

The woman touched her cheek, what was the crystal teardrop on her fingertips, why did she cry?

The woman put her fingertips to her lips, salty.

Feng Qingmo waved his fan, and a large black cloud appeared around the moon and slowly covered its brilliance, Feng Qingmo turned around and returned to the inn.

Luo Zhu was still hiding on the stairs, his eyes closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of Feng Qingmo's mouth.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Feng Qingmo asked.

Luo Zhu opened his eyes happily when he heard the voice, and when he heard the question, he looked away, and replied weakly: "What are the ghosts to be afraid of, I am not afraid." ”

"It's all out there. Feng Qingmo only said half of his words.

"All... All?" Luo Zhu subconsciously looked out the window, and a woman in red stood outside the window and watched them quietly.

"Ghost!" Luo Zhu was so frightened that he patted Feng Qingmo on the shoulder and motioned him to turn back, Feng Qingmo turned around and saw her standing in the soft moonlight, her facial features were a kind of chic beauty.

Luo Zhu's feet began to soften again, closed his eyes and said with a crying voice: "Amitabha Buddha, don't come, Amitabha Buddha, don't come." ”

Feng Qingmo was amused by her appearance that she couldn't hold it right away, "How can you gather spirits like this?"

Luo Zhu looked up at him, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "She's a spirit?"

He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing, his hands still tugging at Feng Qingmo's clothes.

The woman outside the window tentatively stretched out her hand slowly, passed through the window lattice, slowly moved, and entered the inn.

Luo Zhu's hands were almost trembling, and his footsteps kept moving back, and Feng Qingmo's sleeves were about to be pulled down by her.

The three of them stood in the small inn, looking at each other, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and Feng Qingmo's sleeve was about to be dragged to the ground by someone.

It was still raining outside the inn, and the sky was overcast, inside the room.

Seeing the woman in the daytime is not so scary, on the contrary, she is a beauty, her skin is like cream, a pair of bright eyes under her eyebrows, her slender black hair hangs down to her waist, she is covered with that big red coat, the bruises on her face, and the scars on her hands and feet have not faded.

"What's your name?" Luo Zhu asked.

The woman retracted her coat, wrapped herself up, and sat quietly on the bed without speaking.

"She's been a mirage for about ten years, and she doesn't remember who she is. ”

"Childe, where did this girl come from?"

"You slept like a pig, and you didn't wake up to the big movement outside, of course you didn't know. Luo Zhuxin was straightforward and fast-talking.

"Oh, so you know?" Feng Qingmo said deliberately.

"I don't know, I don't know. Luo Zhu squeezed out a smile and gave him a roll of his eyes.

Last night's incident was indeed very strange, the mirage would not appear so many at once, and they were all gathered in one place, and the moonlight also seemed to have been cast some kind of forbidden spell, otherwise ordinary moonlight would not be able to hurt the mirage at all.

The wheel axe cavalry is a bit like the people of the demon world, and there must be more powerful people behind this to make moves for them, but what is the purpose of this?

Luo Zhu held his cheeks at a loss, and quickly thought about a way to recover his memory in his mind, there is a way to try, use spiritual objects to guide blood, and then give her some vitality, which can temporarily restore his memory.

This method will deplete some of her own vitality, the woman timidly stretched out her hand, looked at Luo Zhu with wide eyes, and Luo Zhu asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to use this method to retrieve my memory?"

The woman nodded, and her other hand was also excitedly withdrawn from the cuff, trying to speak, but no sound came out of her throat.

Feng Qingmo glanced up at her, this voice was not gradually lost after becoming a mirage, but the opportunity to speak had been lost before her death.

Lin Dong and Xuan Ran guarded outside the door to prevent people from approaching, and Luo Zhu took out the cold ice jade and carefully placed it on the table.

She was a mirage, the knife couldn't cut her wrist at all, Luo Zhu held the dagger and prepared to slash at the white wrist, the blood dripped on the cold ice jade, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

His blood did not smell fishy, there was a little light fragrance, and the red aura shrouded the woman's body, Feng Qingmo was smoothing his wrist, and the wound was restored as before.

After a while, Feng Qingmo finished his work, slowly adjusted his breathing, opened his eyes, and saw Luo Zhu staring at him, and he didn't care about wiping the fine sweat on his forehead and said, "After she wakes up, you try to talk to her as little as possible." ”

"Why?"

"Her mirage is too heavy. Feng Qingmo walked out of the door and said, "Let's go out, we should wake up when we fight." ”

Luo Zhu nodded, followed Feng Qingmo out, and closed the door.

The woman in red was lying on the bed, time went back, the fragmented memories gradually put together, the memories deepened little by little, the places she once lived, the people she met, until death was on the verge of death.

The voice in my heart has been echoing and struggling.

"I don't want to forget, I don't drink. ”

"Who am I, who am I hating?"

Memory is a huge whirlpool, in which there is a beginning and an end, time is a huge circle, and the place where it ends is the place where it begins.

"Hua Zhi, I'm going to take you back to Xuanwu City. ”

"You're so good-looking. ”

"I won't leave you. ”

"I hate you. ”

Xuanwu City, the long whip, the candle flame, the firelight, the blood, and the sleepless I hate you.

With a light movement of her fingers, she slowly opened her eyes, her pupils were full of hatred, she sat up from the bed and got out of bed.

Sanskrit Zhizhi untied the ribbon, and Feng Qingmo's coat slipped off her shoulders.

The moonlight outside the window is so good, Fan Huazhi walked to the window, the white moonlight was in the palm of her hand, this is the feeling, and she held a long whip in her palm.

Xuanwu City, Gao Qianyi, long time no see.

A few people downstairs, Feng Qingmo was closing his eyes to recuperate, Xuan Ran and Lin Dong were waiting for side dishes, and Luo Zhu was lying on the table and frowned.

"Do you feel anything unusual?" Luo Zhu asked.

Lin Dong shook his head, Feng Qingmo opened his eyes, and said slowly, "She's gone." ”

Luo Zhu looked up at the upstairs guest room, and there was indeed no breath of her.

"There is more than one bad luck. Feng Qingmo added.

Luo Zhu was anxious when he heard this, this is to collect the spirit, if he dies for so many days, he will be in vain.

Luo Zhu immediately chased out, it was the height of summer, and the sound of cicadas was still rampant, and stopped in the small villa.

took out the spirit purification bottle, and while casting a spell, he deliberately dragged out his tone and said, "Let me see if you are inside." ”

Feng Qingmo left coldly, Luo Zhuhu looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"She stayed for a long time and then left, your tracking skills still need to be improved. The corners of Feng Qingmo's mouth hooked up an imperceptible smile, and soon returned to his original cold appearance.

"Look at what you can do. Luo Zhu muttered quietly and returned to the inn the same way he came.

After the two walked away, a woman in red peeled off from the tree, looked at the figure of the two of them getting longer and longer, and left in the opposite direction.