Orphans and widows for ten years, displaced, trampled on by others, I thought I had returned home, but the hearts of the people were sinister, they were bullied, they colluded and framed, and in just two years, they actually took my mother's life!

Weng Ran clenched his fists, and the rain kept sliding down his face.

Another four years of outlaw and sleep, Hua'er is also gone, she went so painfully and tortured, all because of them!

However, God has eyes, let yourself meet the master, and learn a skill, although it has been like hell in the past six years, but fortunately, the emperor has lived up to his heart.

Being able to slash the enemy, no matter what you give, it's worth it!

The whole body was already cold, Weng Ran endured the dizziness, got up from the ground, dragged the tattered body, left the scene of the crime, and turned around in the heavy rain, walking more and more, and finally saw a place where he could stay.

Yizhuang.

Dripping with water, stepping on a foot of mud, it was difficult to enter, and a look at it, a coffin on the left and right, although the lid was sealed, but it still emitted the smell of corpses, thinking that it was because of the heavy rain, so it was kept here and not sent.

Weng Ran didn't care about this, after picking up two wooden planks on the ground, he walked towards the Buddha statue with a broken golden body, and with that good hand, he supported his body, climbed onto the Buddha statue, and lay down in the arms of the Buddha statue.

I adjusted my posture and leaned on the arms of the golden body, which was quite comfortable.

Weng Ran was very satisfied and began to treat his injuries.

Looking at the twisted left hand, he frowned for a while, and the panacea was almost exhausted along the way of being chased and killed, and a helpless snort came out of his nose.

The space ring lit up, and a piece of clothing appeared in Weng Ran's hand, and he skillfully folded the dress with one hand, then put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp, he grabbed his left hand, and twisted it back hard.

"Click".

"Woo~uh~"

Weng Ran blushed, whimpered, uncontrollable tears condensed in the corners of his eyes, beads of sweat crackled and fell, and his chest rose and fell violently.

After a long time, he opened his mouth, spit out his clothes, and gasped for air.

After slowing down for a while, Weng Ran struggled to tie the two planks he had prepared and fixed his arms.

After finishing this pass, Weng Ran only felt that the last bit of strength in his body was gone, leaning on the arm of the Buddha statue, and after a while, he fainted to death.

There is only the sound of rain in Yizhuang, and it is very quiet until ten midnight.

I heard a flurry of footsteps, and then a young man who fell into the soup like a chicken broke in, muttering: "It's really unlucky, it's more and more robbery, and it's okay to rob money, I give them myself, but they actually rob sex, I can't do it~ But what kind of place is this?"

The young man muttered while looking around, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, so he had to grope his way forward, and his hand happened to touch a coffin, and patted it twice: "What is this?"

The young man was very curious about the coffin, and bent down to look in, trying to widen his eyes, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything, so he had to put his hand in it and grope wildly.

After a while, he muttered in disappointment, "Nothing." ”

Stupidly withdrew his hand, the young man felt that something was not quite right, how was this hand a little sticky, carefully leaned to his nose and smelled it, the smell was so stinking that he opened his mouth wide, and kept retching, so that he didn't hear the sound of Suo Suo behind him.

The boy wiped the wet corners of his eyes with his other hand: "Did I touch the......

A sharp claw suddenly appeared behind his head, on which was rotting flesh and blood, and pus was flowing, and the claw grabbed the back of the boy's head, "boom" A loud sound, which frightened the young man, a lightning bolt lit up the night sky, and the claw also stopped, and the boy got up and continued to walk forward.

After the lightning, the night returned to darkness, and the claws followed again, somewhat clumsy.

The young man's hand continued to scratch blindly: "Is this a stone, in the way?" ”

As he spoke, he threw the stone in his hand backwards at will, smashed it very steadily and fiercely, and broke a finger of the claw, and the remaining claws twitched in mid-air.

The boy continued to move forward, and only the sharp claws of his four fingers were very persistent.

"Boom" was another loud bang accompanied by lightning.

The young man was dumbfounded by the scene illuminated by lightning in front of him, the old Buddha body, like a smile but not a smile, the Buddha was holding a woman in his arms, his brows seemed to be frowning, his long eyelashes were like fan feathers, occasionally shaking uneasily, the shadow fell on the snow-like face, there was a drop of crystal in the corner of his eye, he slipped down, shook on his small chin and fell, wet the black hair in front of him, and the arm fixed by the board, which was extremely distressing, a broken but cold beauty, penetrated his mind in an instant, and made him speechless for a while.

The claws rested behind the boy's head in the light of lightning.

The thunder gradually stopped, the light was about to pass, Weng Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and dragged the young man over, the darkness struck again, but the claws grabbed the air.

The young man only saw the sleeping beauty, opened his eyes, like the two brightest stars, with the coldest cold, and then he threw himself into a ball of softness, and sniffed unconsciously, but did not smell the incense, but there was a smell of blood.

Weng Ran let go of the man, the dagger he had been holding in his hand, stabbed forward, and rushed up in the middle of the claws.

"Broken!"

With a light thought, the dagger turned slightly, and the claws turned into powder.

A low-level ghost creature that even the heavenly thunder fears, it is easy to destroy.

Weng Ran withdrew his dagger and was about to push away the person who had disturbed his rest.

But the man got up to himself: "You're hurt!"

Weng Ran's eyes, looking at the young man in front of him through the darkness, looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, his hair was tied up high, a few broken hairs in front of his forehead, the water droplets were swaying and dripping, the eyes behind the shaking water droplets were like amber, staring straight at himself, the high nose bridge was stained with some mud, and the face that was even more obvious was like white jade, and the water beads were twisted and crossed by the angular thin lips from the slightly deeper person, adding a little more pink, passing through the chin, drying up on the Adam's apple. This is the most handsome young man Weng Ran has ever seen, his eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as the dagger in his hand, but his eyes are clear, and his eyes are slightly like phoenix tails soaring, so he eased this fierceness a lot, adding a bit of noble temperament.

He is tall and ambitious, and his demeanor is like a breeze in April.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Who are you?"

The two spoke at the same time, and Weng Ran looked the young man up and down, but he didn't see that he had any spiritual power.

On a rainy night, he entered Yizhuang, with luxurious clothes and precious jade, no matter how he thought about it, he shouldn't be an ordinary person.

The young man who heard the voice showed joy on his face, and hurriedly replied: "My name is Gu Qingcheng, you are injured, right, I smell blood." ”

Weng Ran raised his eyebrows, and thought: "Gu Chengcheng, one Gu Chengcheng, and then Gu Lingrenguo." ”

looked at this face: "This name is a match, it's just a man, it's still a little awkward to take this name." ”

"Why are you here?"

"Why don't you care about your injuries?"

Gu Qingcheng answered the question, and when the words fell, he felt a little cold on his neck, raised his hand to touch it, and heard Weng Ran say: "Don't move." ”

Gu Qingcheng's hand stopped in mid-air honestly, and there was another thunder, a moment of light, Gu Qingcheng clearly saw a dagger across his neck, and the person holding the knife was Weng Ran.

The sight darkened again.