Blood, blood can always be seen, corpses can always be seen lately.

Qi Ying'er looked at the sword in her hand, the pale hilt, the pitch-black scabbard, the blood stains on the sword had been scrubbed away, but she couldn't erase the memories in Ying'er's heart. The first time I killed someone, I was disgusting, and I felt like I had been cut through my flesh by a sword, which was the sword in my hand. The second time he killed, he was calm and calm, as if he had done the right thing, in fact, it was the right thing. Isn't the end of a man's life death? If that person lives so painfully, wouldn't it be a kind of liberation for him to kill him? The third time he kills someone, the two people do not die, because they are alive and there is no difference between them and the dead.

Is this what winter looks like in the snow-shrouded woods, with cold winds coming from tree to tree?

The four of them walked for a long time, and Wei Sizhang kept looking around all the way, but he couldn't see the trace of the driver of the car.

Wei Sizhang sighed: "This kid slipped away so fast, he didn't even have a shadow, where did he find it?"

Ling Quanfei continued to walk, his eyes kept looking forward, but it gave the impression that he had already seen everything around him.

Qi Ying'er looked at Ling Quanfei's back, why did this person help him? Was he just trying to save Jing Linqun? What does he and Jing Yun have to do with this villa? Ying'er's gaze gradually moved down, and he saw the sword on his waist, a gorgeous sword, and he saw Ling Quanfei's feet, Ling Quanfei's feet on his black boots. Qi Ying'er's pupils suddenly contracted, Ling Quanfei only had snow behind him, but Wei Sizhang had footprints left behind him by stepping on the snow.

Ling Quanfei, "Floating Son", does time really have people who walk on the snow without a trace?

An emotion that I don't know whether to be scared or amazed, or to worship welled up in Qi Ying'er's heart.

Ling Quanfei slowed down, stopped under a tree, slowly raised his head, and said, "Found it." ”

Qi Ying'er looked up, there was a person leaning across the trunk of the tree, this tree was much thicker than the other books, this person was dressed in dark gray clothes, and seemed to be asleep.

Wei Sizhang shouted at the man on the tree and scolded: "Grandma, you can let us find it, it's good for you to sleep here!"

The man in the tree did not react.

Wei Sizhang was suddenly furious, it was supposed to be a good day, and he was already annoyed in his heart when he put this thing and that thing. I saw Wei Sizhang raise a palm and slam it into the tree, and the man was shocked down immediately.

The man fell straight down, and no one picked it up, because the others had already guessed that it was already a dead man. The man fell from the tree and smashed a snow pit.

Wei Sizhang waited for the person to fall before he said, "Another dead man?"

Qi Ying'er looked at Ling Quanfei coldly and asked, "Can this dead man still speak?"

Ling Quanfei also sneered: "All dead people can speak, and those who die on trees talk a lot. ”

The man died exactly like the old man, who had been stabbed through the throat with a sword.

Qi Ying'er asked, "What is he talking about?"

Wei Sizhang said: "He's not a murderer?"

Ling Quanfei looked at this person carefully, this person who was not breathing.

He shook his head and said, "He's the murderer." ”

Sun Qiao'er said: "But he died, did he kill someone and then commit suicide?"

Ling Quanfei said: "He really won't commit suicide, he was killed by another person." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "But he is the murderer." ”

Ling Quanfei looked at him, and Qi Ying'er said again: "The sword he used to kill people is gone, it was taken by the person who killed him, he still trusts that person very much, he died differently from that old man, he was very surprised by his death, he didn't believe that person would kill himself." ”

Ling Quanfei's eyes lit up, this young man just glanced at it hastily, he could actually see it so thoroughly, were his eyes sharper than his sword? Even Wei Sizhang's rough man nodded frequently when he heard Qi Ying'er's analysis. Sun Qiao'er looked at Qi Ying'er with a happy face, and her heart was indescribably happy.

Ling Quanfei said: "But how do you know that he is the murderer?"

Ling Quanfei looked at him, there was an ice wall in his dark eyes, others couldn't spy on what was hidden behind the ice wall, Ling Quanfei also wanted to try to find out the secret hidden in the depths of the dark eyes, but this was impossible, no one could break this ice wall, maybe there was, maybe it was the woman next to him, the woman who also had a secret, Ling Quanfei sighed, sighed in his heart, why didn't he carry a secret?

I only heard Qi Ying'er say word for word: "He was stabbed to death by a sword, not poisoned." ”

Ling Quanfei smiled, no one noticed the moment of laughter, how much meaning was contained in the smile? Was it surprise? or approval?

Ling Quanfei said: "This person's name is fifty percent, just because he poisoned only fifty percent of the poison, but he can make people die silently, and his poison is even rarer, it is made from the blood of the extremely cold centipede found from the Tianshan Mountain." There are countless masters who have died under this kind of poison, and I didn't expect a generation of drug kings to die so unexplained. ”

Sun Qiao'er said: "Unclear or not?"

Ling Quanfei said: "Wucheng has a strange personality, if someone wants to ask him to poison and kill people, that person must make him extremely interested." If not, even if he was given mountains of gold and silver, he would not be willing. ”

Wei Sizhang said: "What interest does he have in that old man?"

Qi Ying'er had been listening silently, thinking while listening, thinking about who Ling Quanfei was.

Ling Quanfei said again: "Either he has a great interest in that old man, or he is interested in the person who asked him to poison him. ”

Ling Quanfei continued: "I think he must have been invited by someone to go out of the mountain to poison him, and his target was definitely not that old man. ”

Qi Ying'er said, "Then who does he want to kill?"

Ling Quanfei shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, now I only know that the person he wants to kill is among the four of us." ”

Qi Ying'er suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, her face twitched, and her eyes became sharper. Sun Qiao'er looked at Qi Ying'er with a worried face, she was worried that someone wanted to harm Qi Ying'er.

Wei Sizhang didn't care, and said: "I hate the shrinking turtle the most in my life, if you want to kill me, you have to dare to fight face-to-face with grandpa!"

Sun Qiao'er asked, "Then why did he kill that old man?"

Ling Quanfei said: "Because the old man found that this is not the way to the welcome lobby at all." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "So he jumped out of the car window and made a hand with the five?"

Ling Quanfei said: "I don't know who he saw after he went out." ”

Sun Qiao'er asked, "Who did you see? Do you mean that it wasn't fifty percent who killed him?"

Ling Quanfei said: "He did die because he was poisoned, and he let the enemy pierce his throat, so he was able to die because of fifty percent of the poison." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "The car suddenly stopped, also because I saw another person?"

Ling Quanfei nodded and said: "I just speculate that the car is moving, but there is a person who suddenly blocks in front of the horse, if Wucheng is a horse driver, and it happens that he knows this person who is in front of the horse, of course he will immediately stop the horse." And this is the old man suddenly went out, he saw the man, the man did not give the old gentleman a chance to speak and fought with him, the old man was caught off guard, he might be injured, it could be a wound on his hand, and the sword that hurt him may have fifty percent poison on it. I'm afraid that their plan is to make Wucheng kill us, but the appearance of the old man broke this plan, so that person will suddenly appear to ensure that nothing goes wrong, but unfortunately, although Wucheng is good at poisoning, he is also very timid, and he has already fled, and that person is afraid that Wucheng will leak secrets, so he chased after him and killed them all. ”

Qi Ying'er listened and said, "But this is just your guess. ”

Ling Quanfei said: "Reasonable speculation. ”

Qi Ying'er said, "Then why did he bother to put this person's body on the tree?"

Ling Quanfei seemed to be in deep thought.

Wei Sizhang said impatiently: "You guys talk about it, then who instructed Wucheng to poison us, and who wants to kill us?"

Qi Ying'er looked at Ling Quanfei, Ling Quanfei was still thinking, and suddenly he raised his head and said, "Quick, go back to the car!"

There were no footprints on the snow, and the corpse was already frozen along with the blood. The car is gone, not even the debris left behind by the roof, but there are no rut marks on the snow.

Wei Sizhang shouted: "His grandmother's, where's the car?"

Ling Quanfei smiled: "Sure enough. ”

Sun Qiao'er asked, "Sure what?"

Ling Quanfei said again: "Sure enough, I was tricked!"

Qi Ying'er said: "Putting the corpse on the tree is just to attract our attention. ”

Ling Quanfei said: "Delay the time, so that the carriage can be transported away." ”

Sun Qiao'er asked again, "Is there any secret to this car?"

Ling Quanfei said lightly: "I'm afraid this car is not the car on the villa at all." ”

Everyone was amazed, how complicated is this?

Qi Ying'er said: "It's not the car in the village, how can the old man not recognize it." ”

Ling Quanfei simply said, "I'm afraid that old man is not from Zhuangshang either." ”

Things are getting more and more complicated: Who is the old man? How did Wucheng appear here? Who was the murderer who killed two people in a row? Where did the carriage go? All this must be found at the root.

Ling Quanfei said: "Let's go find the owner of Jingyun Village!"

Sun Qiao'er said, "But do you know how we should go?"

Ling Quanfei said: "I don't know, but that person knows." ”

In the distance, a man walked, a young man dressed as a scholar, his pace was steady and even, it seemed that the kung fu on his feet was not bad, and the most striking thing was that he walked with only one arm swinging, he was a one-armed man.

The hut was dark and smelled disgustingly musty, and there were miscellaneous items, broken jars, old brooms, and a pile of hay on the other side.

The door to the wooden house was opened, and the "creaking" sound of the door opening caused goosebumps. A figure, walking into the cabin, held a sword, a sword that glowed red in the faint light. The man with the sword said, "Both are dead." ”

There was another one in the house, and I don't know when it had been in the cabin, an old voice, "Where's that person?"

The man with the sword was a little hesitant and said, "He, he's not dead." ”

The old man's voice was mixed with a little anger, "The damned are dead, the damned are not dead, are you not long-eyed, or is your sword blunt?"

The sword-wielder did not speak, and there was a dead silence in the cabin.

The old voice said again: "That's it, it's not easy for you, and I didn't expect that there would be so many people around him, if you really do it, maybe you won't be able to come back, and you will implicate me." ”

The man holding the sword suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, as if with a little crying, and said, "Thank you, Lord for not killing." ”

The old voice said, "I don't kill you because I think you're still useful." If you want to thank you, thank you for the sword in your hand, and the hand that holds the sword with you. ”

The old voice said again, "Where are they now?"

The man holding the sword said, "I'm afraid I've returned to the place where the car was parked just now." ”

The old figure nodded, "You go out." ”

The man with the sword walked out, and the dead silence returned to the cabin, without any life,

In winter, the whole earth becomes desolate, and the whole world becomes bleak.

The scholar who walked in front of him, an empty sleeve dangling back and forth in the cold wind. This scholar didn't wear much, but his body didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, he didn't tremble at all, and his face was ruddy but not frozen.

Ling Quanfei looked at the scholar carefully, there were no footprints behind the scholar, what was the snow he had stepped on, and what it was now, but shallow footprints slowly appeared behind him.

After a few men walked for a short time, they could see a house, and it would be too perfunctory to say that it was a house, a palace, a splendid temple, even under this pale snow, but even more magnificent.

In front of the hall stood a giant man, nine feet tall, with a full beard, and the giant man stood by the temple gate with his hands on his hips, like a high wall, and did not break past him. When Qi Ying'er saw him, her brows furrowed, and the hand holding the sword slowly showed green muscles.

Sun Qiao'er gently touched Qi Ying'er's arm holding the sword, and a gentle voice lingered in his ear, "He's dead, this person is not him." ”

Qi Ying'er looked at her, her constricted pupils recovered, and the muscles in her hands slowly relaxed. There is nothing more relaxing in the world than this woman's voice, and if there is, it is probably this woman's body. But Qi Ying'er is only twelve years old, even if he is a twelve-year-old boy who has already killed people, he still doesn't know anything about women, he can only feel that when Sun Qiao'er holds his hand, there will be peace and tranquility in his heart.

The scholar stepped forward and said to the giant man, "Uncle Luo, this is the guest of Jingzhuang's main meeting. ”

The giant man didn't speak, just looked at a few other people, and when he saw Qi Ying'er, his eyes never looked away, and his deep voice was even stronger than Wei Sizhang, "Who is this person?"

The scholar turned his face and looked at Qi Ying'er, Qi Ying'er's face was like cold snow, without the slightest expression, his hand was trembling, the hand that did not hold the sword was shaking all the time, and the giant man in front of him seemed to be able to slap himself to death with one palm, just like swatting a fly to death.

Ling Quanfei said with a smile: "This is a little apprentice under him, only twelve years old, he is still a doll, if he offends you, I will make amends for him." ”

"Apprentice, little apprentice, why did he help me?" Qi Ying'er couldn't figure out Ling Quanfei in her heart.

The giant man looked at Ling Quanfei, then at Qi Ying'er, and suddenly laughed, his facial features were wrinkled, and he looked ridiculous, but no one laughed, and no one dared to laugh.

The giant man said: "The twelve-year-old doll has a woman?"

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, there was no expression on his face, his hands were still shaking, Sun Qiao'er blushed and buried his head lower.

Suddenly a voice came from the hall, a voice that was thicker than a giant man, it was a weathered voice, from his voice you could hear the sword light and sword shadow, you could hear blood splattering everywhere.

It was just a short sentence, "Wusheng, let them in." ”