In this river and lake full of conspiracy, there are often one trap after another, which cannot be guarded against, and perhaps before you know it, you have already walked into the trap specially designed for you by others, and when you are alert, it is too late. Then the only thing you can do is to tell yourself to keep a clear head in the face of these conspiracies and pitfalls, otherwise you may not be able to recover.

A waning moon, slowly rising from the sky, through the vague clouds in the air, slowly moving, every little move, it means that time has passed for a long time, the world does not know what kind of changes have been experienced in this seemingly long moment, those who know well are still not standing in the distance, whether those who have passed away and tears still care.

Perhaps everything in the world is like this waning moon, rising, falling, rising, setting, repeatedly, and in a continuous cycle. What remains unchanged may be the persistence hidden in the softest part of the heart that is never known to outsiders.

In an inn, he stood quietly in front of the window of his room, looking up at the waning moon that was slowly moving in the sky, his pale face as white as snow with a trace of indescribable bitterness, he remembered the years of the undead stream, remembered the cold-blooded young man who once only knew revenge, and remembered the blood and fire killings he had experienced.

Those years that have passed, suddenly echoed in his mind, as if they happened yesterday, and he saw it so real, as if he had experienced it again. He suddenly became a little dazed, just wondering, if it weren't for the bloody battle in the heavy rain drifting in the Undead Stream, would he still be the same as he is now, and would he have lived another life.

However, he suddenly found that all this seemed to be not his choice at all, and everything had already changed in that heavy rain, and he had no choice. This path was not a choice he made willingly, but this path he took the initiative to choose himself, but he never regretted it.

Perhaps, from the moment everyone is born, they are already destined to be what kind of person they are, and they are destined to have their own path to follow, and there is no need to ask if it is worth it, because there is no choice. Fortunately, on this road, he met some friends who have no regrets in this life, knew how to be a person with a clear conscience, and understood what good and evil are, and this is enough.

As he was unintentionally pondering, a slight sound reached his ears, interrupting all his thoughts and emotions, and pulling him back to reality.

Wuxin turned his head sharply and saw a black figure, unknown when it had appeared in the room. Wrapped in black clothes, only a pair of shining eyes were revealed, and a dark and narrow knife was held in his hand. The person who came was none other than the cold who returned from the inquiry.

"How's it going?" Wuxin glanced at Leng Xin, slowly walked to a table next to him and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, raised his head and drank it all, drinking tea is like drinking, I am afraid that the world will never find a second one. The trace of bitterness that hung on his face just now was gone, as if it had never appeared.

"There is a place called the Red Mansion in the city, which looks suspicious, a bit like the mansion seen in Changle Town, which is probably Red Feather's stronghold here. Leng looked at Wuxin and said slowly, this is the only news he has found out this day.

Hearing what Leng said, he squinted his eyes unintentionally, and remembered a person, the red-clothed demon girl who pretended to steal the Shaolin Dharma Diamond Sutra and later met in Changle Town, Blood Ling'er, and her weird magic flute. So he stood up and said lightly, "Take me there." Immediately, the two quietly walked out of the inn, and under the leadership of Leng, they quickly disappeared into the night.

It was late at night, and the pedestrians on the street had gradually become scarce, except for a few drunken men staggering through the streets, but it seemed as if they had long since lost their place of origin, and wandered around the streets.

A small red two-story building stands in the depths of the street, emitting a dazzling red light, which is particularly dazzling in the dark night, and can be seen from afar.

The door of the small building is open, but the building is empty, the gentle evening breeze is slowly blowing in from the door, only to see everywhere are burning, swaying red candles with the wind, countless how many, almost all over the corner of the small building. Fluttering in the wind, there are also red satin hanging everywhere in the building, which adds a bit of mystery to the small building full of red candles.

A sound of the piano, faintly coming out of the small building, floated into the air, drifted into the distance, breaking the original tranquility of Huai'an City, but it was like a hypnotic sound, making the sleeping people forget the time. The sound of the piano is very beautiful, and it seems that it should not appear in this place full of rivers and lakes at all.

Wuxin stood in the darkness on the corner of the street, looking at the small building that seemed to be empty not far away, listening to the faint sound of the piano mixed in the air, beautiful and ethereal, and suddenly his heart began to be a little excited, and the knife in his hand was held tighter.

Perhaps, everything will change after stepping into the small building in front of you, but maybe it will be a new beginning, and the answer that has been sought may soon be revealed, and everything will be understood. Now, it's time to put an end to this.

Thinking of this, Wuxin no longer hesitated, and slowly walked towards Xiaolou, holding his breath hard, calming the trace of excitement in his heart that should never appear at this time.

The small building was really empty, only red candles and fluttering red silk all over the floor, except for the faint sound of the piano, there was no movement. The sound of the piano came from the back of the building, and the further you walked in, the clearer it became.

Passing through the hall on the first floor, a circular arch appeared in front of Wuxin, which seemed to be the entrance to the backyard of the small building, and it was from this arch that the sound of the piano came out.

Wuxin didn't hesitate, he walked directly through the arch and came to the backyard of the small building, and then he saw more red candles, and the candlelight almost illuminated the entire courtyard, as if it were day. In the courtyard stood a few stout wooden stakes, between which were tied a few red satin, dancing lightly in the wind, and looking even more dazzling in the light of red candlelight.

Then, unintentionally, I saw a person, a woman in a red shirt with long flowing hair sitting in a pavilion in the deepest part of the courtyard, with a guqin in front of her, and her fingers gently plucked back and forth on the strings, as if she had been intoxicated, and did not notice that outsiders were coming to disturb her.

When he saw this woman caressing the qin, he recognized it at a glance, it was the demon girl who escaped in Changle Town last time, Blood Ling'er!

I didn't expect her to appear here again, the same red candles all over the ground, the same red clothes wrapped, but the difference is that today she no longer plays the flute, but becomes a fuqin, but the rhythm is also beautiful, and the sound makes Wuxin almost forget the purpose of his trip.

Wuxin's footsteps did not stop, and slowly walked towards the pavilion, he said that if he met again, he would not let it go again, he could not let the enemy escape from his hands for the third time in a row.

When he walked to a distance from the pavilion, he unintentionally stopped, stood quietly in place, and looked at Xue Ling'er who was still looking down and stroking the qin. He couldn't move any further, for he had already seen the power of the Blood Spirit's Demonic Sound, although it was no longer the flute that could control people's hearts in her hands at the moment.

And Xue Ling'er, who was lowering her head and caressing the qin, seemed to have just noticed that someone had walked in at this time, her head that had been kept down slowly raised up, and she glanced at Wuxin, and a beautiful face was revealed, and she actually smiled lightly at Wuxin, who came closer, without any surprise or surprise, as if she was waiting for Wuxin to appear here.

Seeing Xue Ling'er's smile, she couldn't help frowning, this is not logical, it is impossible for Xue Ling'er to smile at herself who suddenly appeared, unless, she already knew that she would come.

That beautiful face with a chuckle is enough to stir the heart of any man in the world, even if he is a monk who has already seen through the red dust, but Wuxin is an exception, because in his eyes, that smile is more like a poisonous snake and scorpion.

After a while, the sound of the piano finally stopped, and the song was finished. Blood Ling'er finally raised her head completely and looked at Wuxin, still with a gentle smile on her face, what was hidden in the smile was more confidence, and there was a trace of leisurely complacency, and there was no panic and surprise that should be there at all.

"Unintentional young man, I haven't seen her for many days, and the little woman is far away. Xue Ling'er said softly, bending over to Wuxin as she spoke, and actually bowed.

Seeing Xue Ling'er's reaction, Wuxin was more sure of the thoughts in his heart, and the other party knew that he would come, so he specially opened the door and waited for him. It's just that I don't know if the other party knew that he had come to Huai'an City in advance, or if the news that Furong Hall originally found out was deliberately released by the other party, in order to attract himself to come.

"Do you know I'm coming?" Wuxin stared at Xue Ling'er's eyes and asked lightly, his voice was cold, so cold that he could almost condense the flickering candlelight.

Blood Ling'er smiled, laughed out loud, looked at Wuxin and said, "Is this important? Anyway, you're already here, aren't you?"

Wuxin listened to Xue Ling'er's words and nodded, as if it really didn't matter anymore, anyway, he had already come, anyway, this time he didn't plan to leave easily. So, he said lightly: "It's true that it's not important anymore, but you should know what I'm here for." Although he only said this sentence lightly, perhaps to Blood Spirit'er's ears, this sentence sounded more like a threat.

"I know, like you know why I'm waiting for you here. Blood Ling'er gently stroked the strings and said slowly.

Although the two of them seemed to talk naturally, they both knew that the only reason the other was here was to kill themselves. Why? It doesn't seem to be a secret anymore, because only one of them is destined to leave this place alive.

But before that, Wuxin still wanted to find out one thing, that is, whether the head of Red Feather was here, or whether it was the weird and mysterious woman in front of him.

"I want to know, is the head of your Red Feather in the midst of the red candles all over the ground at this moment, or is it hidden in the bewitching red mansion behind him?, or is it already sitting in front of me?" But he saw nothing but red candles and fluttering red silk all over the ground.

After listening to the three consecutive questions in Wuxin's mouth, Xue Ling'er suddenly looked at Wuxin playfully, and said with a smile: "Maybe, maybe only when you defeat me, you will know everything you want to know." When she said this, her expression seemed very indifferent, even relaxed, as if she didn't take the unintentionality in front of her to heart at all, and she looked a little confident.

Wuxin looked at Xue Ling'er's relaxed face, nodded lightly, and said lightly: "Okay, I'll give you the opportunity to say the last word, but you have to think about what to tell me." As soon as the words fell, Wuxin slowly walked towards Xue Ling'er without the slightest hesitation.

Xue Ling'er stopped smiling, and she saw a rare trace of solemnity on her beautiful face, and she finally began to get serious......