Momiji ghost town.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, but it was soon weighed down by the weight of the mist.

From time to time, the strange chirping of unknown creatures wafted in the distance, and they liked to shout at dusk, like the intermittent screams of a woman pinched by her throat.

People living in the Xia family manor have become accustomed to taking this sound as a reminder for dinner.

"Why haven't the little words come yet?" muttered the little crow, and her stomach began to murmur as well, and she began to play with her hair, pulling it more densely into the middle, and covering her face.

In the past few days, it has indeed taken a lot of energy to shape the white bone statue, the lengthy sleepy ritual, and the dark flavor of the technique, all of which fascinated the little crow.

Even if the pupils become like that... It doesn't matter if your hair is scattered over your face.

That ancient book from the Crucifixion Court is so interesting!

From the first page of it, the little crow knew that this was her hobby, her life!

"I'll take a look. She couldn't help but get up and say hello to Yi Yelian, who was expressionless even when eating, and Du Yi, who was charming and spread out on the table like a boneless.

The two of them would not go to Xia Ci for fear of starvation, one could sit still until starvation to death, according to her, this was the virtue of an assassin! Well, she didn't even want to speak.

Ten minutes later.

When the knock sounded three times on the damp wooden door, there was still no one inside.

"Little words?"

There was no response from the house.

The little crow frowned, and went straight to push the door with both hands.

The door didn't open, and it seemed to be locked.

"Xia Ci!" she shouted again, but still didn't respond.

She leaned over to listen, and the door was silent.

The little crow felt a little wrong in his heart, so he palmed it, and the door was broken, and the sawdust flew one after another, scattering a hole with teeth and claws, and the white mist around him began to surge into it.

Her form followed.

There was no one in the house, and the little crow, who had lived in the dark for a long time, did not bother with the darkness of the light, but in order to see the situation in the house, she still lit a candle.

As the candle flame lit, a simple situation inside the house revealed itself to her.

There was an envelope on the table, and the brush juice next to the yellowish paper had not yet dried.

The little crow felt a bad feeling in his heart, and immediately strode away.

When she looked at the envelope, her gaze had just swept over the first two words of the long sentence: mercy...

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the sky.

Her heart was suddenly mixed with countless flying white snow particles, including her vision.

The letter she was holding in her hand burned as if it had been ignited by some flame, and then disappeared into thin air, leaving not even a trace.

After a moment, the little crow's eyes returned to clarity again.

She looked around strangely: "What am I doing here?"

Tang Jing, who was in the distance, also suddenly said to herself: "It's so late, why haven't I prepared dinner yet?"

As for the summer word... Her son, in the corner of oblivion, disappeared as if he had never appeared.

The whole world no longer remembers this beautiful boy who once appeared, his surname can be Xia, it can be Bai, it can be Ouyang, it can be anything...

But his name is "Word", and so it can be!

Xia Ren remembered this in his heart, and he couldn't forget it, because only he remembered his younger brother named "Word".

He was now sitting cross-legged in a black room, unprecedentedly calm.

The crimson gaze shows his internal force state at this time: 4999.

It has been almost 20 hours since it continued to grow, but why has there been some rare peace in my heart?

But the calm lurks a storm that is accumulating, a precursor to the destruction of everything.

The internal forces are still growing secretly, but they are not reflected in the numerical values, as if 4999 is a bottleneck upwards.

He looked up at the room, where the door was locked and there were three cubicles.

On one side of himself and Qiao, the woman in the purple skirt and the Muran boy on the other, and the man who could be invisible with a humble and respectful look was another person.

The roof is peculiar, triangular in shape, with a small compartment under each corner.

The exit of the compartment surrounds the circular hall in the center, but the center is a sculpture, the material is fine jade, and the image is the appearance of a goddess covering her face and long sleeves fluttering.

The look is realistic, especially a pair of eyes, carved vividly, as if they will wink at you in the next moment.

However, this house has no windows and no doors. After a few people stepped into a certain area, they naturally appeared in this room, which was very strange.

Xia Ren just wanted to swing his fist and break open the room, but a cold little hand was on his arm.

"We... Wait..."In the dark, Aunt Thirteen leaned beside the beautiful young man and whispered in his ear, her delicate body was not hot, but very cold.

"Who the hell are you?" Xia Ren responded coldly.

"I'm a whoop..." Aunt Thirteen smiled weirdly, her expression gloomy.

Perhaps she herself found this unconvincing, so she added: "After I return to Qinglian Villa, I won't be just the original one..."

"I... Know what you want... What you want, exactly what I want—" she said in fits and starts.

"If you can win, you can get a lot of..."

Xia Ren frowned and said, "Victory?"

"Yes, victory... The winner lives, and the loser dies. ”

"Childe, little girl, I can only rely on you. "I muttered, but her expression was still weird and strange... There is no weakness at all, but a fierce appearance that a big war is imminent.

"And who is our opponent?"

"The opponent... It's the other twelve teams with Lotus Leaf Tokens, and the "it" mixed in with the team!"

"Shhh

"It's looking for me, I'm sleeping. The big-headed girl said that she would sleep, and with a steady pillow with her hands, she fell asleep sweetly on Xia Ren's lap.

Feeling a little dampness on his legs, the handsome young man couldn't help but look down and found that his pants were actually wet with saliva from sleeping... Looks like I slept soundly.

He suppressed the thought of using his internal strength to break the walls of the room.

Think about it instead.

Speaking of this "it", what he remembered was what he said that day after Lian Ziling met this big-headed girl: I found you.

So who's looking for her?

Why did she wake up when she came here?

At this time, he suddenly saw a slight change in the sculpture of the flying fairy in the center of the hall.

It was a dead thing, but her eyes were gurgling, but in just half a second, she returned to her original appearance.