Blood, full of blood.

The verdant mountains and forests were completely stained with blood, and the wind was filled with the smell of blood.

Lou Qianyun was wearing a black cloak, and his hands were stained with blood.

He looked at the blood-red in front of him indifferently, without showing a trace of emotion, he was originally an indifferent and cold-blooded person.

Behind him walked a few people who were also wearing dazzling black cloaks, they were as expressionless as Lou Qianyun, each stained with blood, and they were as cold as ghosts coming from hell.

And in fact, they are even more terrible people than ghosts, because they are cold-blooded killers, and they are here to do one thing, and this thing is to kill people, and leave no one alive.

Lou Qianyun didn't look back, let alone speak.

A person who exists only to kill people cannot speak.

Lou Qianyun almost never speaks, and almost never blinks when he kills.

How could he blink? Killing people for him was as simple as eating and sleeping, and no matter how many people he killed, he would not feel sad, let alone happy.

Who gets excited just because they've eaten an extra bowl of rice?

And who would be depressed because they had less time to sleep with a stick of incense?

Lou Qianyun is not excited about killing one more person, nor is he unhappy because he kills one less, he is a person who is neither happy nor sad.

It's not just Lou Qianyun, everyone here is just like him, they are the same kind of people.

Silent people are often terrible people.

Even if they didn't have anything to say to each other, Lou Qianyun could understand that the people in this mountain had been slaughtered.

He looked up and looked coldly at a temple not far away.

The temple is also lit with incense and candles, and a Buddha statue of the city god is enshrined in the temple.

The majestic Chenghuang sat high in the temple, looking at all living beings with kind eyes, and was worshiped and incense by the mountain people.

In front of the Buddha statue, there was an old man kneeling, with gray hair and shabby clothes, although he looked very poor, he was still clean, even a pair of wrinkled hands were clean, and even the nails did not see a little dirt.

His hands are used to wipe the Buddha statue, how can he not wash them?

Buddha statues can't be stained with a grain of dust,

The old man not only kept himself clean and tidy, but he also kept the entire City God Temple very clean and tidy, whether it was a Buddha statue or an offering platform, or any corner of the temple, it was clean and not stained with a little dust.

This old man is the temple keeper here.

As the saying goes, sincerity is spirituality.

This temple keeper has been serving the City God all his life, and he knows that the City God must see his sincerity in his eyes, so he knows that the City God will definitely give him a response.

The temple keeper kowtowed to the city god, he was praying and praying.

Then, the Lord did not seem to hear his prayers, nor did he heed his pleadings.

Because behind him, a man in black had approached.

The big knife in the black-clothed man's hand was very clean, there was no trace of blood at all, and under the dancing candlelight, it flashed with a bright knife light.

Although the man in black's knife was clean, his shoes were stained with blood, so every step he took left a blood mark on the floor.

The old man did not look back, nor did he look up, his forehead hit the ground, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he were asleep.

Is he asleep?

He wasn't asleep, he just wished he was asleep, he just hoped it was just a dream.

The knife that the man in black was holding in his hand was a very strange knife, with two short knives on it, and one knife became three knives.

The man with the knife approached the old man quietly.

The knife had fallen behind the old man, but the old man remained motionless, as if he had not noticed anything.

The knife is cold, the knife light is cold, and the person who carries the knife is even colder.

Death is on the verge of death, and life hangs by a thread.

At this moment, another man in black slowly walked in, and this man in black was Lou Qianyun.

The black-clothed man with the knife turned his head to look at Lou Qianyun, neither of them spoke, but the eyes of both of them looked at Lou Qianyun's left hand at the same time, and at this time he was carrying two pieces of clothing in his left hand, baby clothes.

One is for a baby girl, the other is for a baby boy, and both clothes are still dripping with water, which should be freshly washed.

The man in black looked at the baby's clothes, and then at Lou Qianyun, and without saying anything, they already knew what each other should do.

There are still two babies missing in the mountain that have not been found.

It turned out to be to kill them all, how could they stay alive?

The two men didn't say anything, they didn't have to say anything, they already knew what they were going to do next.

The old man also seemed to notice something, and immediately turned around, and when he saw the clothes that Lou Qianyun was holding in his hand, his eyes widened suddenly.

Of course he recognized the two clothes, two baby clothes, a baby boy and a baby girl.

These two clothes were changed by the baby's mother in the morning.

Two babies, two mothers, two families.

The old man's eyes were already red, and his eyes showed hatred, but he couldn't do anything, he could only curse, and curse in his heart these murderous ghosts who didn't blink.

Then, he could only turn his head, look at the cold Buddha statue, kowtow, and say, "Sin ......"

Whose sin is it?

Obviously, it won't be this temple keeper, he has lived a lifetime in the mountains, and he has swept the temple for a lifetime.

The world says that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil.

But this is not the case in the world, evil will also be rewarded with good, and good will also be rewarded with evil.

The man with the knife had already walked out of the City God Temple, and Lou Qianyun was already waiting there.

The knife flashed a dazzling cold light in the not-so-bright sunlight.

The old man kneeling in front of the Buddha statue has turned into a corpse that will never move again.

The knife wound was seen in the back, the wound was not deep, and the strangest thing was that the wound had not yet seen blood.

This wound was caused by the knife, but there was no blood on the knife, and there was no blood on the wound, is this the so-called murder without seeing blood?

The man in black with the knife followed Lou Qianyun and found a cliff.

The cliff is very high, and on the opposite side of the cliff there is a tree, a huge ancient tree that is as red as blood.

The tree is ten zhang high, the leaves are as big as palms, and it is born near the cliff, majestic and vigorous.

Lou Qianyun looked at the tree from afar, and the man in black with the knife also looked at the tree from afar.

Then they saw a monkey sitting on the branch of the tree.

Seeing a monkey in the mountains is not important or strange.

But the important and strange thing is that the monkey seems to have something in his hand, and this thing seems to be what they are looking for.

Lou Qianyun threw away the baby clothes in his hand and said coldly: "Take it." ”

What to bring here?

He didn't say it, and he didn't have to say it.

The thing he wanted was the one the monkey was carrying.

What is the monkey carrying?

Just take it and take a look.

But how do you get it?

It's a conundrum.

With such a wide distance between the two cliffs, even if he wanted something, how could he take it?

It was impossible to fly from one cliff to another, because they didn't have wings like birds, and they couldn't fly. But it is such an impossible thing, but there are really people who can do it, and this person does not grow a pair of wings, but can fly like a bird.

I saw a gust of wind sweeping, and a black shadow flew out from Lou Qianyun's side.

The black shadow flew from this cliff to the mangrove tree on the opposite bank like a speeding arrow, and no one could see how the black shadow did it, but the black shadow really flew over and landed steadily on the ancient red leaf tree. Then, the shadow caught the monkey and snatched the thing from the monkey's hand.

When the black shadow snatched the things in the monkey's hand and came back, Lou Qianyun was still expressionless, he took the bamboo basket in the black shadow's hand, and the bamboo basket contained two babies, a baby boy and a baby girl.

Two babies are sleeping soundly with their eyes closed.

They must have been put into a bamboo basket by the mountain people, and then let the monkey carry the bamboo basket to the ancient wood on the other side to escape the pursuit.

It's a pity that things don't go as people want, and the reality is often so cruel.

The person who put them in the bamboo basket must not have imagined that even if he used the monkey to hide the baby so far away, he would be discovered by the people who pursued them. Even these two children, who are just waiting to be fed, will still not get the compassion of the killer.

Killers will not sympathize because they have no feelings at all.

Lou Qianyun looked at the two babies and suddenly stretched out his right hand, which was covered with blood.

This right hand has killed countless people before, and he has killed countless people today, and now he is about to use this hand to kill these two weak lives in front of him.

The two babies are undoubtedly weak, as long as Lou Qianyun's five fingers fall, the two babies will die immediately.

No one would doubt this, everyone looked at Lou Qianyun and looked at him coldly.

Just as Lou Qianyun's hand was about to get close to the baby's neck, a flash of lightning suddenly fell from the sky.

Thunder woke up two babies.

So, the baby cried.

It's just that I don't know why, there is only one crying baby, and although the other is also awakened, he never cries.

The baby who didn't cry stared at Lou Qianyun with a pair of round eyes and stared straight at Lou Qianyun.

Lou Qianyun also stared at the baby who was not crying, he didn't see fear in the baby's eyes.

The baby, of course, is not afraid, because he is just a baby, and he does not understand anything yet, does not know anything. He was so young that he didn't yet understand what fear was, what death was, what fear was. However, he will be affected by the crying, and he will cry with the baby who is crying.

So soon, the baby, who was not crying, also began to cry.

The cry resounded through the quiet valley, and the sound that was not too loud suddenly shook Lou Qianyun with a headache.

It was the first time he had been upset by the cries of others, and although it wasn't too obvious, it was enough to surprise him.

He was originally a person who killed people without blinking, but at this time he would frown at the cries of two babies.

How could he not be surprised?

It was the first accident in his life.