After Yan Su left Qin Yue, he walked to the corner of the village.

It was dark and snowing, and everything was in darkness.

In the end, Yan Su stopped in front of a dilapidated old house, and the cold wind blew in from outside, and a strange laughter sounded, which was particularly terrifying to listen to.

Yan Xu looked at the old mansion and was silent for a while, but he still stepped into the threshold, and before closing the courtyard door, he looked around and confirmed that there was no one before he shrank his head in.

The courtyard was quiet, and the high white walls were covered with graffiti by naughty children, which seemed a little terrifying at this time.

Yan Su is a person who has rolled on the knife edge several times, and what ghosts and gods say can't scare him.

This place is the old house of the Yan family, many years ago the world was in turmoil, the rich man's mansion was tragically ransacked by bandits, Yan Su's family knew that they couldn't sit still and ran away first, so they left a small life, and they didn't want to return to their hometown after many years, but they were alone.

After a long sigh, Yan Xuan began to carefully examine the bluestone bricks overgrown with weeds on the ground.

For no reason, Yan Su suddenly danced with his hands, if an outsider saw it, he probably thought he was crazy.

However, just after Yan Su finished jumping, a bluestone brick on the ground actually made a "click" sound, and it was opened.

The stone steps extend to the ground, and they are deep and dark.

Feeling out the fire fold that had been prepared a long time ago, Yan Xuan cautiously touched it.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha horn suddenly came from behind Yan Xuan, and Yan Xuan shook his hand in fright, and dropped the fire fold into the stairs.

The firelight was flickering, and many rusty iron chests could be faintly seen underneath the ground.

When I turned around, I saw that the person who came was a young monk, wearing a robe, with a solemn expression, a solemn appearance, and black silk gloves on his hands.

"Little monk, this is not the place for you to come. ”

Yan Xuan took a step forward without moving, blocking the entrance to the cave, and at the same time slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, and the implication was obvious.

The young monk didn't seem to be aware of Yan Xu's threat at all, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he pinched a flower finger in his hand:

"Oh, what's so special about this place, why can't the donor come?

At this time, Yan Xuan was not in the mood to waste time with this monk, and staying here for a moment longer would be more dangerous, and said viciously:

"Without further ado, it's either roll or ...... Die!"

Yan Xu's eyes were full of fierceness, he was really moved by murderous intentions, he could survive from that cruel era, who didn't have two lives on his hands? Although a dead person is not as simple as drinking saliva, it is definitely not exaggerated.

When the young monk heard this, he took out a string of prayer beads from his bosom and recited the Buddha name:

"The donor is like. ”

Yan Su saw that this monk was not threatened by himself, and said angrily:

"The little monk toasts and doesn't eat and drinks!"

As he spoke, the long sword in Yan Xu's hand stabbed out.

The monk was not in a hurry, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease, and he grabbed it empty-handed.

Click, hiss.

The long sword made contact with the palm of his hand, rubbing out a series of sparks, and finally it was firmly grasped by the monk in his hand.

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Su finally knew that things were not good.

However, it was too late to know.

"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. ”

The monk grabbed the long sword and pulled it towards him, and Yan Su staggered and fell towards him.

The palm of the hand wearing the black silk gloves was fiercely imprinted on Yan Xu's chest.

Burst!

Yan Xuan only felt that he had been hit by a crazy cow, and a stream of scarlet sweet blood rushed from his chest to his throat, and the whole person flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The young monk smiled at the corner of his mouth and recited the phrase "Amitabha"

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a figure swaggered in with a long knife, laughing as he walked:

"Hahaha, it's really a way to heaven that you don't go, and hell has no way to break in, Lao Tzu was still thinking about looking for you in the past two days, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself, it really saved Lao Tzu a lot of effort!

Yan Xuan struggled to sit up, and when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and secretly sighed that if he hadn't been greedy enough and hadn't been able to call Qin Yue together, he wouldn't have ended up like this now.

"It's my own bad luck to capsize the boat in the gutter, Wang Hezi, an ungrateful scum like you will definitely die a good death in the future!"

Knowing that there is no hope of survival, Yan Su is already a broken jar.

Wang Haozi ignored him at all, arched his hand at the young monk, and said flatteringly: "Master, please." ”

"The donor has an overreputation, and the poor monk still doesn't deserve the name of the master. ”

The young monk said so, but there was no politeness in his movements, and he raised his feet and walked towards the basement.

This underground secret room is nothing special, to put it bluntly, it is just a cellar for the rich and noble to hide grain, and there are no organs or anything.

After a while, the young monk walked out with a large iron box, and Wang Hezi behind him was also out of breath and dragged one out.

There was an immediate disagreement between the two.

Wang Haozi held the long knife in his hand and slammed it twice on the lock, making two crisp crashing sounds, but the lock was not damaged at all.

Yan Xu, who fell to the side, laughed, spitting blood foam while laughing.

However, before the laughter lasted long, the young monk actually slapped his palm on the big iron box, and with a crisp sound, the iron box was actually slapped out of a big hole.

Yan Su was dumbfounded, in order to prevent being picked by others, his father spent a lot of money to build a few locks with Xuantie, but he never expected that the locks were not pried open, and the box was smashed directly.

Wang Haozi was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, laughing even more arrogantly and wantonly than Yan Xuan just now, which showed the joy in his heart.

Then the young monk did the same, smashing several other boxes one by one.

It was full of jewels, pearlescent and shining, and even if there was no moonlight at the moment, you could imagine how these things would shine in the sun.

Even the young monk who had always been calm saw these jewels at this time, and there was a strange color flashing in his eyes.

After Wang Haozi passed the initial joy, he quickly calmed down and walked towards Yan Xu.

"The treasure is there, so it's useless to keep you. ”

Wang Haozi looked at Yan Su who was lying on the ground and said indifferently.

Yan Xuan closed his eyes, from the moment Wang Haozi appeared, he knew that he had no way to live.

"Accept your fate, that Lao Tzu also let you be a ghost, when the chaos just started, I fled with you, as more and more people died, I knew that maintaining the status quo was a dead end. ”

"So I persuaded Old Man Yan that while he still has subordinates who can be called, it is better to fall into the grass and do some looting together, although it is not authentic, at least it can save a small life, but I don't want to be reprimanded by your good old man's father. ”

Wang Haozi seemed to be caught in the memory, and his expression was melancholy.

"Knowing that it was useless to persuade the old man, I killed him, and it was also my plan for you to suddenly be separated by the tide of homeless people, at that time, your father was already dead, died at my hands, and I still remember the frightened look in his eyes when the knife was stabbed into his stomach. ”

He estimated that he didn't believe it until he died, he was a good person all his life, but he died at the hands of the people he saved. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Haozi laughed at himself.

Yan Xu's eyes widened angrily, his fingers trembled and pointed at Wang Haozi, and his mouth kept muttering: "Livestock!

As if relieved, Wang Haozi raised the long knife in his hand:

"Alright, that's all it takes, now ...... Sending you on your way. ”

After finishing speaking, the long knife caught the sound of the wind and fell fiercely.