In an instant, the scene changes, and the sky is about to enter the night.

At this time, Qing Han was outside a huge naturally formed cave, and there was a big red sedan chair next to it, and there was no one in it.

Glancing back, it turned out to be a bandit cottage.

The cave is steep on three sides, backed by the mountain peak, there are a group of small villages on both sides in front of the cave to build a circle with stone slabs, the north and south are divided into the walled gates, and there are many small holes of human eye size above the cave.

Dozens of bandits in the cave filled three large stone tables, and the floor of the table was full of food, wine and meat.

From the beginning to the present, the non-stop foul language has penetrated into his ears, and Qing Han has a headache just listening to it.

He swept around the cave and found no woman, there was a stone staircase in the deepest part, and there was a small hole at the end of the stone staircase, which looked like a cave had been artificially opened up.

Walking into the second floor, the light inside is dim, and the faint light enters through the hole to form light and light spots, which can barely be seen clearly.

The furnishings here are simple, a stone table with a few unlit red candles, two wine jugs and four wine glasses, and a soft bed next to it is shrouded in a layer of red veil, and a woman in red can be clearly seen struggling.

The woman in red was tightly bound by a thick hemp rope on her hands and feet, because of the fierce struggle, her wrists and ankles were strangled with red marks, oozing blood, and her eyes were full of deep hatred and pain, but she still kept struggling.

Qing Han's eyes flickered with blue and gray, and after looking at it for a long time, he frowned.

There is no trace of weirdness in this woman, she is completely a mortal, only the hatred in her eyes is monstrous, the originally beautiful face is broken and distorted, and together with the surrounding red, it looks like a hideous female ghost who wants to struggle out of the depths of hell.

Qing Han shook his head and sighed, in this barren mountain and wild mountain, there is a group of birds and beasts living in it, and this woman must end up miserable.

It's just that the monster makes him look at these past events.

Qing Han's heart was even more irritable for no reason.

The small stone wall could not stop the noise below, until night fell, and the noise became even louder, and there was a clear and somewhat vague sound of footsteps in the direction of the stone steps.

Qing Han's face was complicated, and he turned around and walked towards the stone steps, wanting to leave.

What came up was a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with the smell of wine and sweat on his face, holding a golden knife on the ground, and walking swayingly.

He saw the figure struggling in the red tent, and his face showed a lustful light.

Hehe smiled, put the golden knife aside, lit the red candle with the fire fold, and passed by Qing Han.

Ignoring the poignant laughter coming from behind him, Qing Han walked to the entrance of the cave and was about to step down the steps.

But he stepped out of a light curtain glowing with green ripples.

Qing Han frowned, pulled out the Sun Chasing Sword behind his back, and attached a Wan Jun talisman to the sword body and whispered the incantation.

Then he slashed.

It's like a punch on cotton, and the force is immediately unloaded.

The light curtain rippled and slowly subsided, still intact.

Qing Han's eyes were even more complicated, and he muttered softly in the face of the light curtain.

"Your Excellency just wants you to experience her despair and anger?

For a long time, there was no response.

Qing Han took a deep breath and closed his eyes, motionless.

I don't know how long it has been, and these villains have come and gone many times, and this light curtain seems to be able to only block Qing Han's footsteps.

Suddenly, a pair of miserable white arms passed through Qing Han's armpits and gently hugged him.

Immediately afterwards, a soft body pressed against the back.

Finally, he rested his head lightly on his right shoulder.

I can clearly hear the other person's breathing, and I can also feel the breath pouring into my neck, not the slightest warmth, but the bitter biting.

Qing Han still stood there with his eyes closed and motionless, but his heart was even more irritable, and he could not calm down.

The first sun rises and sets, falls and rises, and so on, and so on, and after a few days, Qinghan doesn't know.

In the evening of this day, the woman behind her suddenly bit Qing Han's neck, and blood trickled down her neck.

Qing Han suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembled, his eyes bloodshot, revealing a look of struggle.

An unimaginable cold resentment rushed down the bite wound to the door of the brain, and the skull instantly stiffened.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally lost his mind completely.

....................

"Why did you go back to Lijia Village again...... What the hell do you want from me?!"

When Qing Han opened his eyes again, he couldn't hold back the long-pent-up irritability, and his face was hideous and he roared angrily.

Late at night, the village was darkened with no lights.

After a while, the footsteps of Suosuo, and the crisp sound of the water swaying against the barrier, came from a distance.

Qing Han looked sideways.

"It's ......"

The moment a figure walked into Qing Han's sight, Qing Han's face suddenly changed as never before.

"Impossible!"

After hearing the man's self-talking, Qing Han was even more like being struck by thunder, his body stiffened, his expression froze, and he was shaky.

Every time this person takes three steps, he will take out a cyan gourd with his left hand and take a sip, and from time to time he will take out a roast chicken and tear off a small piece of meat with his mouth and chew it carefully, swaying all the way.

When he walked to Qing Han's side, his eyes moved slightly, and suddenly his eyes looked through Qing Han's body, and he glanced at a house in Lijia Village not far away, snorted coldly at the tip of his nose, and then shook his head again.

The man immediately withdrew his gaze, raised his head again, took a long sip of wine, and changed his direction slightly, preparing to make a detour towards Qingqiu.

As he walked, he shook his head and said something he could only hear.

"Grievances? Where there is no resentment in the world, if everyone can see it, they will know that this resentment is all over the world!"

"The resentment of the people in the village, it's not a big deal to think about it, it's just a small fight~~"

"If you enter this door, you will stop the red dust ......."

"How many injustices in the world can't be the sky, don't be the ......"

Qing Han's face was pale and bloodless, like a puppet, and he turned his head again and again, following the person's previous line of sight.

A small house, dark with no light inside, Qing Han silently recited the Bafang Mantra, and began to hear some chaotic sounds.

Snoring, breathing, insects, howling, tearing, quarrelling, whispering, laughing, insulting, crying, crying for help, shouting......

A few houses not far away suddenly appeared, but it was extinguished after a while.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you hear?"

"What's the matter with you sleeping on your head?"

"Is something wrong?"

"It's all right! blow out the lights!"

When the effect of the spell wore off, Qing Han's eyes rolled uncontrollably.

As if he had thought of something, his complexion changed again, and he suddenly looked back at Qingqiu.

At the moment when he turned around, he actually appeared in a house in Kaiyang Temple again!

A raunchy Taoist in the room was sleeping soundly, when suddenly a green light came through the crack in the door, shot straight into the man's eyebrows, and dissipated.

"That's ...... so"

A sense of depression rose in Qing Han's heart, and he watched in a daze as the corners of the person's mouth were strangely hooked upward, salivating and seeming, as if he was having a sweet dream.

It's just that a black gas with the thickness of green tendons appeared between the eyebrows, and this black gas kept wriggling like maggots on the Daoist's face, and every time it wriggled for a week, the Daoist's Yin Hall darkened a little, and his smile also expanded by a point, making this beautiful dream seem quite weird.

Until a few days later, in the early morning, an old Taoist with gray hair and beard held a large black board in his hand, and walked with a panicked face, constantly muttering something in his mouth, and constantly changing the magic method in his hand.

As if feeling something, the old man suddenly turned his head to look at the void, his expression changed between frightened and anxious and clear, and his steps were faster.

Lao Dao arrived at the small courtyard after a while, and without saying a word, he kicked open the door of the Taoist's room, and directly picked up the big board is a slap.

Qing Han clearly saw that every time the old Dao slapped, there was a trace of illusory black qi, which oozed and dissipated little by little from the eyes of the Daoist who kept wailing, and at the same time, an almost completely transparent white qi entered the Daoist's eyebrows.

The Taoist's jet-black Yin Hall gradually turned around, and his face became ruddy.

Then the two men sat opposite each other and began to talk.

.............

"It's worthy of a senior brother! I like to take care of such idle things! But what does this have to do with me!"

Lao Dao picked up his gray beard and glanced at it, and smiled dumbly.

"Then there was a disaster in Lijia Village......

............

Qing Han lowered his head and was silent for a moment, suddenly his shoulders shrugged slightly, the corners of his mouth on both sides gradually hooked, the smile became bigger and bigger, and he made a big laugh, laughing forward and backward, and tears were about to laugh.

The knife-like angular face twisted into a ball, suffocating red.

At the same time, the surrounding environment was separated and shattered from the two people, the woman behind her was nowhere to be found, the noise had stopped, and there was silence at the moment, only Qing Han was left laughing silently on the second floor of the empty grotto, as if crazy.