Five of the seven men who had come in had fallen, and the remaining two had their faces as dead ashes, and they shot out like arrows, into the distance.

They have fled!

Ye Guyun did not chase or swing his sword.

Blood was dripping from the turquoise blade, and the hand holding the sword was unsteady!

He didn't chase it, he didn't kill it, because he found something terrible!!

Dead.

The room was as silent as a tomb, there was no sound, and the blood that flowed from the bodies of the dead was silent and silent.

Ye Guyun stood alone, as if he was standing in the tomb.

The deerskin gloves were full of thistles and tumbled, and the man wearing the gloves was disconnected at the waist, and the blood that flowed out was blackened.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, so big that they almost fell out, and everyone's expressions were full of indescribable panic, fear, and despair.

These are not terrible, these can only make Ye Guyun feel pitiful and pathetic.

The man who flew out from under the bed was no longer moving under the iron net, for he had turned into blood and water, and there were no bones left!

The blood was gradually absorbed by the ground and gradually disappeared, and the life and story of this person slowly disappeared, as if he had never passed through the world.

This will not make Ye Guyun feel terrible.

What made Ye Guyun feel terrible was that hand, the bloody hand on the edge of the bed, that hand originally held the sword in Ye Guyun's palm.

That hand is wearing a deerskin glove!!

There was poison on the hilt of the sword!!

Ye Guyun didn't want to think about it anymore, because he found that the hand holding the sword had trembled violently, and the sword had not fallen, but it was no longer working.

The swordsman's hand must not tremble, not at all, otherwise he will not be able to kill anyone, and he can only wait for others to kill him.

He suddenly wanted to see Bai Xue, and he wanted to die.

He tried to lift the sword, but found that the hand holding the sword had turned black, and the hilt of the sword was glowing with a turquoise light, poisonous light, and poisonous.

What kind of poison is this, and is there salvation?

Ye Guyun's back was dry and his clothes were cold again, and he walked out slowly, slowly walking outside from the gate.

The newborn sunshine is as fresh as a freshly picked strawberry, fresh, ruddy and attractive.

The edge of the window clings to two people, two gecko-like people.

They are still waiting to make a move, as long as anything comes out of it, it will inevitably become a hornet's nest, whether it is a human or a ghost.

No one escaped their blow, they were already on the lookout, and they had planned it very cleverly and in detail, and it was a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that something had changed, that their living companions had fled, and that their opponents had already arrived behind them.

Ye Guyun walked over slowly, very slowly and lightly.

He said, "Why don't you go yet?"

The two people were suddenly taken aback, their faces changed greatly, their hands were raised, and before the poisonous thistle was released, they saw a sword light float by.

They only felt a chill in their throats, and then their bodies suddenly lost control, and the blood that flowed out had turned dead black.

Ye Guyun also fell.

He only felt that he had no strength, and even the strength of his thoughts had weakened.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt that the sun had become hot and tiresome, and he could barely breathe.

He struggled to his feet, and walked forward, he didn't know where he was in front of him, he didn't know where he was going, the figures in the street were moving back and forth, as if they were ghosts, and he couldn't see whether it was a person or a ghost.

Just when he couldn't walk, he suddenly bumped into a bed.

The person on the bed seems to be a human being, and it is like a pig.

He wanted to see what kind of person this was, but he couldn't see it clearly, but he vaguely felt that this person was Qiu Meng.

There are almost no fatter people in the rivers and lakes than Qiu Meng.

Ye Guyun struggled and said, "Autumn Dream." ”

These were the last words he uttered.

Then he faintly felt himself up and down, and there was a feeling that he couldn't reach the sky or the ground, just like last time.

Where are you going now, and where are you staying now?

Has it been to the underworld this time, or has it been abandoned by the underworld?

When Ye Guyun woke up, he only saw a pair of eyes looking at him, these eyes were indescribably tired and weak, and the muscles on his cheeks had become soft and distorted due to overwork.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Ye Guyun struggled to spit out a sentence at this person.

This person laughed, and he was so weak and tired when he laughed, he was even more tired than Ye Guyun!

He smiled and said, "I'm a human now, and if you don't wake up, I'll become a ghost." ”

"Why?"

"I'm tired, I'm Doctor Xue. ”

"Divine Doctor Xue?"

Divine Doctor Xue nodded, and he gasped and said, "You are still alive?"

Ye Guyun nodded, wanting to look at this person with wide eyes, but found that what he saw was very vague, his own speech was also very vague, and what he heard was even more vague.

In the end, he could only vaguely see Divine Doctor Xue's mouth moving indistinctly, and the whiskers of whiskers fluttering.

The beard seemed to be smoke from hot water, so mysterious, so strange.

This made Ye Guyun think of the kitchen, isn't the smoke coming out of the hot pot like this?

The smoke coming out of the hot pot always reminded him of a woman, his wet nurse, who had no mother, only a wet nurse.

Ye Guyun suddenly realized that she owed a lot to this woman, and when she was young, she sacrificed the most brilliant and glorious time of a woman's life to accompany him, making him happy, and he was no longer lonely and lonely.

Until he was nine years old, it was also when he learned swords, and it was also when he killed the three notorious tigers in the rivers and lakes.

The woman left him and left him with a little girl.

The little girl's name is Ye Xiaochai, Ye Xiaochai is not surnamed Ye, because her mother is Ye Guyun's wet nurse, so she is surnamed Ye.

The nurse hopes that the two of them will be childhood sweethearts and have a deep brotherhood until they are old.

But the nurse left and took Ye Xiaochai away.

Ye Guyun silently shed tears, when he thought of this woman, he felt inexplicably sour and painful in his heart, because she did not get any return from him.

He also thought of Ye Xiaochai, who was often bullied by him when he was a child, often abused by him, and was used as a horse to ride, a monkey, and a toy to play with,...... There wasn't a day when he was right with her, and he felt far more guilty about this girl than most of the women he had ever stayed in his life.

He suddenly wanted to do a good deed, not to let her cry nose, and avoid him everywhere with drool.

What should a person think about at the end of their life?

Ye Guyun's heart suddenly became chaotic and painful, because he still had a lot of things to do, and many regrets could not be parted.

So he wants to live, not to die.

There was a slight opportunity, and he was unwilling to let it go.

Ye Guyun didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he didn't know who the people around him were?

This man seemed to lean on him all the time, and this man's hands were very smooth and tender, tender like a woman's buttocks.

He suddenly remembered someone.

"Autumn Dream!"

Qiu Meng jumped up from the bed, he looked at Ye Guyun in surprise, "You are still alive." ”

Ye Guyun opened his eyes with a gasp, and saw a coffin on the side, a brand-new coffin, with clothes, jewelry, jewelry, and a sharp sword without a scabbard.

He was stupid, "What is this for?"

Qiu Meng smiled, very reluctantly, he didn't speak, his hand was not far away.

Ye Guyun looked in the direction he was directing.

Not far from the coffin, there are two rows of drummers, and the Taoist priest is dancing his sword in front of the divine case, occasionally blowing the blade of the sword, and of course there will be a ball of fire, which looks very authentic.

A live chicken was still dripping with blood by the incense candle in front of the god case, rolling down to the ground drop by drop.

The fish kept opening and closing its mouth in the big bowl, as if it was dying of lack of water.

Ye Guyun sighed, he understood, he said, "Are you going to bury it?"

Qiu Meng nodded.

When Ye Guyun's gaze retracted, he saw a group of people with pale faces and miserable expressions, of course, these people were women in their early forties and less than seventy.

What are they doing here? Ye Guyun couldn't figure it out.

The body is still dressed in linen and filial piety, Ye Guyun doesn't know them, he doesn't know any of them.

"Who are they? I don't know them. ”

Qiu Meng sighed and said, "They are crying women." ”

"Crying woman?" Ye Guyun had to admire Qiu Meng's seriousness and thoughtfulness, which was really admirable.

"Yes. Qiu Meng did not deny it, he added, "As long as you don't wake up, I'll put you in it, and then cover the coffin, and you'll go to hell." ”

Ye Guyun exhaled heavily, "Then I won't let you go as a ghost, I must pick a sunny day, crush your neck, and then take you to hell together." ”

Qiu Meng smiled, he smiled and stared at a dozen crying women, "Now that you have no business, you can go." ”

None of the more than a dozen crying women left, and one of them, the fattest and the blackest, suddenly stood up and stared at Qiu Meng in a daze, and did not speak.

Qiu Meng walked over with a smile, "You're not leaving?"

The crying woman nodded, she was obviously the head of this, and she had a special majesty.

The sword dancing in the Taoist priest's hand had stopped, and he seemed to have seen something interesting, but unfortunately, he would have thought it was a terrible thing after a while.

Qiu Meng walked over with a smile, Ye Guyun sighed secretly, he only hoped that this woman could still breathe.

The woman didn't seem to realize that death was approaching, and she was probably still thinking about money.

Qiu Meng smiled and slapped her, and the woman's head suddenly flew far away before falling, and when it fell, it was still rolling on the ground.

The Taoist priest was gone, and he reacted the fastest.

The drummers were not slow, and a dozen weeping women followed the drummers, although they were a little slower, but they were still unwilling to stay any longer.

Qiu Meng kicked the bones into the coffin, and slowly closed the lid before facing Ye Guyun, his face was still smiling.

"It's a good thing you can't die. ”

Ye Guyun admitted this, he forced himself to smile, and said, "How do you want to celebrate?"

"Drinking. ”

Ye Guyun smiled.

Good wine, good food, this is not a restaurant, nor is it Chunxiang Pavilion.

Looking around, the clouds below are cloudy and foggy, so it is not secluded.

There were only two people in the hexagonal pavilion, and the cook not far away was still busy, and the prepared dishes had been served.

Although Ye Guyun was very weak, he wanted to drink very much, and when he smelled the aroma of wine, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down.