It's late autumn, and the wind blowing into my sleeves is already a little cool.

If it rains again, it will be cold, and people can't help but want to add a few clothes.

But there is no way, who made the autumn originally like this, the road is cold, the wind is cold and the leaves are yellow, people say that the autumn is miserable, it is not unreasonable.

Half of the immortals finally went to his wife's grave, which was a lonely grave on a barren slope, just like she had been in life, and seemed a little lonely.

The wind was strong that day, and it swept the robes of the people and drummed.

Half Immortal changed his appearance again, becoming an ordinary middle-aged man, but maybe this is his true appearance, Li Si has never seen his true face, so naturally he can't tell the difference.

He didn't have the usual smile, but just stood in front of the grave without saying a word, without much expression on his face, but people couldn't tell his expression clearly.

By the time he finished looking at the stone monument in front of the lonely grave and sat down on his knees, the wind was stronger, but of course this may have been just an illusion.

The figure in front of the grave looks a little thin and a little rickety.

Li Si stood at the back of the dirt slope, leaning against a dead tree, waiting quietly.

A fallen leaf fell, and he took it in his hand and played with it casually.

The withered yellow leaves slowly swirled between the fingers, covering the lonely grave and the kneeling man.

Xiao Muqiu came after nightfall, when the clouds in the sky finally couldn't be overwhelmed, and it started to rain a little.

He came from a distance and walked to Li Si's side, a rare thing in his hand was not holding a folding fan, but a stack of mourning papers.

Looking at the half-cut immortal kneeling in front of the grave not far away, he lowered his eyes and raised the mourning paper in his hand into the air.

The white pieces of paper were blown apart in the wind and flew away on the barren slope, and when they fell to the ground, they were wet with a light rain and covered in dust.

On this day, it should be called stormy.

It's like this piece of rivers and lakes.

It's like the scene in Xiao Muqiu's eyes when he established the stormy building.

The black clouds are low, the wind and rain are coming, and the people in this world are all fluctuating.

Looking at the half-cut immortal, Xiao Muqiu was silent for a while, walked up, he took off his coat and draped it on the body of the half-cut immortal.

Then straighten up and turn away.

"After seeing her, you can go wherever you want. ”

Xiao Muqiu said and walked down the hill.

In fact, over the years, he was not at all unaware of what the half-cut immortal had done for their mother and son.

It's just that he no longer knows what kind of face he should use to face his biological father.

In the wind and rain, Xiao Muqiu's brocade clothes draped on the body of the half-cut immortal fell into the dust, and he walked past Li Si's side, glanced at Li Si, and said.

"I owe you one thing, anything you say, and I will do it. ”

With that, he lowered his head and walked into the wind and rain, his clothes fluttering.

Li Si watched the man walk away, turned his head and sighed, let go of the fallen leaf in his hand, and let it fly away with the wind.

People say that the rivers and lakes are free, but can anyone really be free on the rivers and lakes?

Some people say that Li Si can, but in fact, can he really do it, he is just like a fallen leaf, without roots and branches, and walks with the wind.

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In a tea stall, Li Si was sitting at a table drinking tea.

Half a month has passed, and I don't know where he has gone now.

Still working in that restaurant, or going to collect his favorite news, or maybe buying drunk at which restaurant?

Who knows, anyway, he changed his face again and walked into the crowd.

But in this way, it is sometimes a sad thing not to have a real face, and you can only be alone forever.

It's no wonder that he always comes to Li Si, probably because Li Si is already his only friend.

There was a figure reflected in the tea, Li Si picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

I heard the sound of people talking at the next table again.

It's not that Li Si deliberately listened, but with his ear power, unless he deliberately didn't listen, it was difficult not to hear what they were saying.

"Have you heard about the strange things that have happened in the rivers and lakes during this time?" said a short man at the next table.

"Heh, you're not from the rivers and lakes, what are you doing with the affairs of the rivers and lakes?" another relatively tall man sneered.

"Hey, I can't talk about it when I have nothing to do, I also heard people say that there are always dead people on the rivers and lakes recently. ”

The short man took a sip of tea and placed the bowl on the table.

"Huo, it's really a novelty, then you can tell me, there is a day in the rivers and lakes that is immortal?" said the tall man as he poured tea.

"No, no, no, this time is different. The short man shook his hand: "The dead people I mentioned are very special in their way of dying." ”

"Oh?" the tall man seemed to be interested: "What a special law." ”

"I've heard that when they died, they all had a big hole in their chests, and they looked terrified. ”

"Big hole?"

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The tall and short men were still chatting, but Li Si didn't listen anymore.

Because he knew about it, and along the way, he had heard it several times.

Recently, there are often passers-by who have been killed on the road, and they are terrified of death, and there is a large hole in their chest, as if they were pierced by someone's arm.

At first, it was just a few deaths, and no one cared about it, but then more and more people died, and even some famous and famous good hands were planted in it, and some people noticed it.

Killing people through the chest is not so much a murderous technique as a killing habit, because everyone who is killed dies like this.

This shows that the person who kills the person is likely to practice a special kind of exercise, so he does not use weapons, just like Li Si himself.

And he should be very confident in himself, so he will always kill people in a way, simple and straightforward, kill with one blow, and he is not afraid that others will dodge at all.

Masters generally have such a habit of killing people, using only one move, and also using one move.

But what is incomprehensible is that the person who kills seems to have no purpose and no difference, and it is simply killing when he meets him.

Such a murderer is really a headache in the rivers and lakes.

I hope I won't be asked to encounter it, otherwise it will be another big trouble.

Li Si thought so, drank his tea, and got up to leave.

Next, he is going to go to the Yellow Crane Tower, and he is ready to have a good time, but he doesn't want to encounter any trouble.

It should be said that Li Si's time to enter the WTO is a little short after all, and if he had been in the rivers and lakes more than 20 years ago, he should have been somewhat familiar with the murderous method of killing people through his chest, or at least he would have heard of it slightly.

This method of killing came from one person, a man who once made the whole world powerless.