In the bath, the man just screamed, and the pool water in front of him suddenly separated with a bang, and then a snow-white carcass was exposed in front of him without concealment, and the skin was like snow, slightly stained with water, like mutton fat and jade, outlining the arc of enchanting temptation.

The man's eyes greedily glanced at the naked body of the woman in front of him, almost wanting to breathe fire, but he didn't notice the woman's gloomy face like water, and said with a smile: "Beauty, you want to play ...... with my brother and me."

Before he could say the word "hidden", he felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that the woman's nails had become more than a foot long, sharp like daggers, flashing with a faint cold light, and piercing into his chest.

Snort!

Blood splattered, the woman quickly retracted her palm, but with a vicious smile on her beautiful face at this time, she licked her lips that were as red as blood, and a heart that was still beating was pulled out by her, a dazzling bright red.

"Kill...... Killed!"

"My mother!"

The rest of the people were shocked when they saw this scene, and they stepped back again and again, looking at the woman in front of them with fear on their faces, and the desire in their minds was replaced by fear for a moment.

"Ho Ho ......"

There was a burst of eerie laughter, and the mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a scene hidden behind it, and next to the bath, a strange man in a black and red robe, clearly looking like a man, but dressed as a woman, was sitting on a chair, staring at several people in the pool with a pair of eyes.

And beside this strange man, there stood several beautiful and bewitching women, all of whom were in their twenties, all dressed in tulle, revealing a large area of snow white on their chests, enchanting and charming.

In addition, there were more than a dozen boys with their hair tied in a bun and wearing belly pockets, all of whom were pale and had eerie laughter coming out of their mouths.

One of the women in purple, with a gorgeous appearance, said with a smile: "Grandma, do you want me to help you catch them!?"

Grandma smiled gloomily when she heard this, licked her black and red dry lips, and made a voice that was neither male nor female in her throat, and laughed miserably: "I don't need your help, the living life is delicious! Today Grandma I want to kill and eat something fresh!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly opened his big mouth and spit out a bright red tongue of flesh, which slashed through the room like lightning, pierced a person's chest with a pop, rolled up a bright red heart, and swallowed it in his mouth.

When I bite into it, blood splatters everywhere, and an aftertaste expression appears on my face.

"Ghost, ghost!"

"Run, there's a ghost!"

Even if several people are living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, the life of an outlaw is also frightened by this cruel and bloody scene, even if they are cruel, they can't get out of the category of people after all, what beats in the chest is a human heart, and the other party is a ruthless and cold demon.

There is only killing and blood in the eyes.

One by one, they screamed and fled outside the room, but something had already wrapped around their feet under the water, and the screams rang out, but in a few moments, the room was calm again.

The water had already been dyed blood-red, and seven or eight corpses lay in the water, each with a large hole in his chest, and his heart was all gone.

"It's delicious!"

After eating people's hearts, Grandma licked her lips, picked her teeth with sharp nails, her mouth was full of blood, her appearance was indescribably terrifying, and she commanded casually: "The rest will be left to you!"

More than a dozen boys immediately swarmed up, gnawing at the corpses of several people like jackals.

If they can purify their hearts and desires, they may be able to avoid this catastrophe, but their lives will not be guaranteed.

The woman in purple smiled lightly and said, "Grandma, there are two scholars here in Lanruo Temple tonight, I heard that the taste of the scholars is very good! I'll help you arrest the two of them!"

Grandma glanced at her and said, "Fluttershy, you're right. ”

He turned his head to look at a handsome, white-clothed woman beside him, and said in a voice that was neither male nor female, "Xiaoqian, those two people will be handed over to you and Fluttershy to deal with, don't let me down." ”

The woman in white was covered with green silk, hanging down on her shoulders at will, her skin was flushed with a touching paleness, ice muscles and jade bones, even if she was placed among the women, her appearance was outstanding, and she responded softly when she heard the words: "Yes, grandma." ”

Her eyes swept over the pool of blood, and there was a faint unbearable color in the depths of her pupils, but it was fleeting and deeply hidden by her.

Under the weight of her grandmother, even if she still retains a trace of kindness as a "human being" in her heart, what can she do?

So he curled up his body tightly like a wounded little beast, carefully guarding his last bit of hope.

The world is difficult, good people can't live long, bad people are free, if this is the law of the world, she would rather be a bad person.

At least there is no peace after death, and it will become a tool for harm in the hands of others.

She thought.

......

In Lanruo Temple, Qiao Chen'an and Ning Caichen settled down and ate some dry food, for Qiao Chen'an, such a dark night was a bit boring, and all he could do was to cultivate.

Oh, and you can still see the moon in the sky, but even if thousands of years have passed, the night sky will not change in the slightest, and it will never change by human will.

Moreover, he knows far more than the people of this era, and it is clear that there is no Guanghan Palace on the white jade plate, let alone Chang'e Fairy, Cloud Sleeve Immortal, and some are just cold stones.

Sometimes he would rather not have these memories, he is an out-and-out ancient person, at least there is still some beautiful yearning in his heart at that time!

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in the courtyard, and he looked through the window and found that two figures were fighting on the corridor in the distance, and the sword qi several zhang long crisscrossed and crisscrossed, setting off gusts of wind, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard were fluttering one after another, surging like waves.

Boom bang!

In the courtyard, a statue of a Buddha was hit by the sword light, and it immediately exploded into countless pieces.

The figures of the two were like two dragons entangled in the dark night, approaching in an instant, or moving away in an instant, stirring up a thousand waves of qi, and the sword qi was like a stack!

Ning Caichen noticed the movement outside the house, got up and came to the window to watch, his eyes suddenly showed a trace of surprise, and he was dumbfounded: "This, what kind of person is this, why is he so violent!? Is it the so-called martial arts master?!"

Qiao Chen'an frowned slightly, and did not answer, but focused on the battle between the two, in his opinion, even the so-called first-class masters on the rivers and lakes would never have such might, and the two had long been beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts masters. What's more, he felt a strong aura of spiritual power from the two, and he was obviously the same cultivator as him.

At this moment, the battle between the two people in the courtyard became more and more intense, flying sand and stones, and the air waves soared into the sky, and one of the men with a full face and beard changed his body style, and suddenly rushed into an attic with a sword, and disappeared.

The other person was dressed in black and covered his face, and the dots under his feet landed on a beam, and the long sword in his hand slashed, slashing forward with a sword qi several zhang long, and a roar sounded, almost splitting the attic in half.

Hastily!

The figure of the bearded man suddenly appeared, flew out of the attic, spun several times in mid-air, and came to the face of the masked man like a shapeshifter, and the long sword in his hand was straight out!

The man who covered his face didn't seem to expect the other party to suddenly get close, so he could only hurriedly return to the defense with his sword, blocking the first sword, but he couldn't block the second sword, and was stabbed in the arm by a sword, and his clothes were broken.

The two of them landed, and the bearded man said in a loud voice: "Brother Xiahou, you lost! You chased me and fought for thirteen years, and you lost for thirteen years, but I admire your endurance very much!"

The man who covered his face smiled coldly, the whole person was hidden in the black shadow, and said: "Yan Chixia, I can't imagine that over the years in Lanruo Temple, I haven't sharpened your sharpness, but my sword is sharper!"

Xiahou's expression was cold, although he lost a move, he didn't seem to be convinced, and there was a sense of arrogance in his tone.

"No, it's because you're too hot, don't seek advancement, don't get out of the sword fast and inaccurately, the edge is too exposed, the competitive spirit is too strong, and you are uncertain with your moves...... In addition, you have a problem, the utilitarian heart is too strong, and you have lost the sword heart that a swordsman should have!"

"Okay, Lao Tzu is here to compare swords with you, not to listen to your teachings!

Xiahou was furious, in the past ten years, he has been chasing Yan Chixia to compete, and every time he has to lose one and a half moves, the most annoying thing is that if he loses, he will just put on a preachy appearance, so as not to make people angry.

He cursed a few words angrily and walked out of the temple.

Inside, Qiao Chen'an, who heard the conversation between the two from beginning to end, his eyes lit up, and his eyes fell on the bearded man in the courtyard, no matter what, he never thought that this person would be Yan Chixia.

The memories of the past are like ocean waves, surging back one after another, and the figures of his brother Leslie Cheung and the goddess Wang Zuxian in "A Chinese Ghost Story" irrepressibly appear in my mind.

"Yan Chixia, why is he here!?"

Qiao Chenan frowned and muttered to himself, glanced at the figures in the courtyard, and then looked around the entire temple where he was, his face changed slightly, if the original plot had not changed......

Isn't the temple where I am located Lanruo Temple? Now that several historical celebrities in the book are all gathered here, there is only one beautiful female ghost Xiaoqian left......

And his identity has changed from a bystander to a participant in this story......

"Is this a coincidence? or ...... Heaven is it!"

Qiao Chenan muttered to himself, looked up at the sky, and sighed.

His sigh alarmed Yan Chixia in the courtyard, who shouted: "Who is it!"

A pair of eyes looked at the courtyard where the two of them were, when he was fighting with Xiahou just now, the qi was pulled, and all his attention was on the other party, how could he have thought that there were other people in this dilapidated temple.

Squeak.

The door of the house was pushed open by a slender and powerful palm, and Qiao Chen'an's figure appeared in the courtyard, his face was calm, and he smiled: "Qiao Chen'an, a scholar from Qiantang, passed by here, and met a night, but he didn't want to disturb Yan Daxia, and I hope to forgive my sins!"

Behind him, Ning Caichen also surrendered his home.

Yan Chixia's face was full of beard, her face was rough, and her appearance was quite fierce, like a northerner, she smiled coldly when she heard this, and said: It turned out that they were two scholars, you still don't want to leave?!"

Qiao Chenan smiled slightly and said, "Why are you leaving? It's dark at night, and the two of us are here for a while, and it's okay to come." ”

Yan Chixia put the sword into the sheath, glanced at him, and snorted: "It's good to do it yourself......"

It seems that the arrival of the two of them is not welcome, and the reason for this, needless to say, Qiao Chenan also knows, probably because he is afraid that the two of them will be harmed by the ghosts of Lanruo Temple.

Walked towards the room on the far right, which was in the corner, inconspicuous, like a firewood room, so that the two of them had not noticed that there was still a person living in the room.

The moonlight is getting brighter, and the moonlight is falling, and the deep darkness seems to have been dispelled a little, but it is inexplicably a little more chilly.

His shadow was reflected on a large bronze tripod standing quietly in the courtyard, blending together.

Qiao Chen'an suddenly had a strange thought inexplicably: Why does he always feel like he has become the protagonist of the story?

Touched his nose in embarrassment, turned around and walked towards the house, looked up at Ning Caichen in front of him, and said in his heart Now that the two of them live under the same eaves, it seems that he has inadvertently ruined a good thing by doing this?

I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, and although it is almost late spring, the climate in this mountain forest is still very cold, and the cold wind outside the house is hunting, arrogant and wanton, like the cry of the evil ghosts of the underworld.

In the firewood room, a green lamp was burning quietly, and Yan Chixia was dressed in gray, dressed as a ranger, and sat cross-legged.

The long night is long, lonely and sleepless, only the long sword and wine are accompanied by a little loneliness.

He was originally a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace in Shushan, and he had to do chivalrous righteousness in his life, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, but there were too many injustices and injustices in this world, which extinguished his enthusiastic heart.

That's why I've been staying in Lanruo Temple for the past few years, living a hermit-like life, here, there are no court disputes, no grievances in the rivers and lakes, and no deceit, although demons are rampant, but at least he can live a simpler life.

The height of the temple and the distance of the rivers and lakes, what does it have to do with themselves?

I just want to be happy, kill people under the red flower, become addicted to loneliness, and nothing more.

Besides, with themselves here, these demons don't dare to be too presumptuous!

Jingle bells A series of bells rang, accompanied by the night breeze far away, in the silence it seemed very abrupt, Yan Chixia sighed when she heard it: "The night is dark, those monsters are afraid that they will come out to harm people again......

It's just that these monsters are still acquaintances, and in the few years he has been in the temple, he has killed all bad people, and he died because of greed in his heart, and he has nothing to say.

He was about to fall asleep with his sword in his arms, but suddenly remembered the two scholars he had seen earlier, his face changed, and he said, "Not good! The two of them are in trouble!"

As soon as he jumped, his figure had broken out of the window, and he came to the outside of the room where the two of them lived, and looked inside, but only saw the figure of one person, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Let them not leave, give me some trouble!"

After searching around the Lanruo Temple, but there was no other person, I became more and more anxious in my heart, and I couldn't help but think that the unlucky boy had been captured by this group of ghosts, right?!

But he still didn't want to believe it in his heart, and hurried to the forest, his figure crisscrossing between the branches of the trees, cutting through the moonlight.