Xia Xuehan told her the news she had just heard from the brown-clothed maid, Nan Mengying nodded, and said, "That's right, how can such a big manor be handed over to a mute hunchbacked old man to take care of." And I just went to the inner courtyard to see, and there was no rust on the iron lock, and it seemed that it had been opened often. ”

Xia Xuehan paced a few steps and said, "This shows that either the brown-clothed maid is lying, or there is something wrong with Fu Bo." ”

"Yes, the owner here is too mysterious, and he hasn't appeared in front of outsiders for three years in a row, which is very strange. Nan Mengying looked around the room and continued, "The night is too quiet and terrible, and in the middle of summer, the backyard is overgrown with wild grass, and it would be too weird to say that there is no sound of insects. ”

Xia Xuehan clasped his hands, sighed, and said, "There is no insect sound, which means that there is something that makes these insects retreat, what is it?"

Nan Mengying's eyes were slightly twilight, and her pretty face was a little more solemn, and said: "I went to the backyard gate just now, and I smelled a fragrance, it was the fragrance of flowers, and it was very familiar." What is it?"

Xiu's eyebrows frowned, and after a long time, suddenly, Nan Mengying opened her eyes and said, "Manzhu Sawa is Manzhu Sawah." ”

Xia Xuehan also nodded and said, "Now it makes sense, Manzhu Sahua, also known as Mandala and Pegan Flower, is a symbol of death and darkness, and the fruits, leaves, and rhizomes are highly poisonous. ”

"That's right, Manzhu Sawa will make people delirious after eating, and Mengzhu Sawa and Ma Boiling Powder are made by relying on Manzhu Sawa. It is poisonous throughout the plant, with the most poisonous seeds being the most poisonous, so it is no wonder that it will make the swarm of insects retreat. Nan Mengying also suddenly realized.

"Manzhu Sawa is sunny, so warm, easy to survive in dry sandy soil, this manor is actually planted with Manzhu Sawa known as the flower of hell, it's weird!" Xia Xuehan's face was also a little more dignified, although ordinary pharmacies also planted Manzhu Sawah, but just for medicine, it was a bit unbelievable to plant Manzhu Sawa in this manor.

"Let's go to the deserted courtyard in the back, I'm afraid there's a big conspiracy brewing here!" Nanmengying said.

The two white figures easily jumped into the deserted courtyard, and the weeds in it were higher than their heads, and the more they went, the denser the grass became, and it was almost a wall.

The aroma gradually became stronger, and on the moonless night, two white figures crept towards the center of the courtyard.

Suddenly, both of them stopped at the same time, as there was a voice of conversation in front of them, and the light of the lantern came through the grass, and the two listened intently.

"Fauber, why did you bring outsiders in, these things are not visible, if the wind leaks......" A rough voice came, and there was some dissatisfaction between the words.

"Hehe, they can't leak the news, just a stick of incense later, and use them as flower fertilizer. This baby likes human flesh to make fat the most!" replied the Yin Cang, whose name was Fubo.

"That's right, this is the flower fertilizer sent to the door, the wind outside has been tight recently, and it's not easy to catch someone back!"

Xia Xuehan and the others listened carefully for a while, and made sure that there was no one else, and the two shot towards the place where the sound came from like two off-string arrows.

A white silk shot out and hit the big man with a full beard, and the man snorted and flew upside down, and when he landed, there was no sound. Xia Xuehan arrived behind Fu Bo in the blink of an eye, and before Fu Bo could come back to his senses, a sword had already reached his neck.

At this time, Xia Xuehan had the time to pay attention to the surroundings, Rao is two people who had seen a big scene, and the scene in front of them also shocked their hearts. This is a sea of red flowers, red more like a sea of blood.

The blood-red Manzhu Sawa is like a sea of blood in hell, making people's souls tremble, dazzlingly red, frighteningly red, like blood, blood that has just flowed out.

"Who the hell are you?" said Fauber, still hunched over and his voice a little hoarse.

Xia Xuehan chuckled: "You really can speak, you are very well disguised!"

Who knew that Fu Bo was in a desperate situation, without a trace of panic, and grinned: "I advise you to let the old man go, there are unexpected masters hidden in this manor." Whatever your origins, no one will ever know if you die here. ”

A white silk suddenly flew out and wrapped around Fu Bo's neck, Nan Mengying changed his usual laughter, his face was cold and solemn, and he shouted: "You're right, no one will ever know about dying here, do you want to try?"

Fu Bo's sallow face was suffocated red in the blink of an eye, and his hands desperately tried to tear off the white silk, but it was useless.

"Tell me what the purpose of planting these flowers is, or I wouldn't mind using you to make flower fertilizer. Xia Xuehan grabbed one of Fu Bo's arms, and with a force, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

Fauber was so painful that tears came out, and he wanted to scream but was wrapped around his neck by Bai Aya, and he could only make a "whine" sound from his throat.

"Ahem......" There was a heavy coughing sound, and a white-haired old man in a tattered robe walked out of a small tattered attic on the edge of the sea of flowers with a trembling cane.

As soon as the old man appeared, Xia Xuehan and the others felt faintly uneasy in their hearts, this old man was clearly still alive, but there was a trace of death on his body.

"Isn't it too rude for two little friends to trespass into someone else's manor and injure their master?" The white-haired old man walked a few feet away with a cane, his voice was not loud and a little hoarse, but he had a kind of power that penetrated people's souls.

The white silk in Nan Mengying's hand couldn't help but feel a little relieved, Xia Xuehan took a step forward, blocked in front of Nan Mengying, and shouted: "Although it is offensive, but your mansion grows hell flowers and uses human flesh as flower fertilizer, which is even more heinous!"

"Those two fools actually let you find out, hehe, then I can't keep you!" The white-haired old man laughed strangely, and waved his cane towards Xia Xuehan. Don't look at him as weak and can't help the wind, but he is extremely quick to act.

Nanmengying flew and kicked away Fauber, and the white silk shook and wrapped around the crutches that came to him. The white-haired old man let out a long roar, and he approached the front, the dead air on his body became even thicker, and he waved his palm towards Nanmengying.

A sharp sword aura swept through, the white-haired old man paused, and dodged sideways, Nan Mengying took the opportunity to loosen his crutches and take a few steps back. This old man is so weird, his body is dead, like a corpse crawling out of a grave.

"Hehe, you have also found out? The old man has eaten the mandala flower for more than ten years, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, hehe, the hell flower ......" The white-haired old man smiled strangely, waved his hands, and the endless death qi condensed into a majestic true qi, attracting the petals.

Red petals are flying all over the sky, as if they have arrived in a blood-colored world, and the white-haired old man is holding a cane and smiling fiercely in the rain of flowers, which is indescribably weird.

"Huh!" Taking advantage of Xia Xuehan's distraction, Fu Bo had already sent out an arrow.

Xia Xuehan secretly screamed badly, changed her shape, and her tear stains pierced through the rain of flowers and stabbed at the white-haired old man, wanting to finish off the old man before the others arrived.

"When!" There was a crisp sound, and the white-haired old man swung his crutch to block the fatal blow, Xia Xuehan was shocked, no one knew how fast his swordsmanship was better than him, and this old man in his old age easily blocked it.

At this moment, the white-haired old man snatched up from behind Xia Xuehan, and his right arm wrapped around the tears in Xia Xuehan's hand like a python. "Silk grabbing hand!" Xia Xuehan exclaimed, his wrist flipped, and the majestic internal force erupted, and he slapped the white-haired old man, and then moved a few inches to the left, avoiding the white-haired old man's cane.

"Are you the former law enforcement elder of the Beggar Gang, Jade Dragon You Dugu Yiyi?" Xia Xuehan asked, but he didn't stop in his hand, and the nine-style floating sleeve sword turned around and slashed at the white-haired old man.

The flowers rained one after another, and the white-haired old man's skills were really profound, only to see the seemingly ordinary crutches cross, and the petals gathered into a river, rushing towards the summer snow and cold. "It's been more than ten years since I quit the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect anyone to recognize me!"

"The beggar gang is a first-class sect in the rivers and lakes, and has always been known for its chivalry.

"Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. The old man has been poor for a lifetime, as long as he helps take care of these flowers, he can be prosperous and rich in the second half of his life, why not?"

Xia Xuehan stepped in and raised his sword, and the old beggar Dugu thought to greet him with a cane. Xia Xuehan's sword moves danced out of meteors, splitting, wiping, teasing, pointing, and stabbing forward, and Dugu Yinian's crutches were also like swimming snakes entanglement left and right. After a few moves like this, it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom, Xia Xuehan took the opportunity to split out with his left palm, and Dugu Yinian also greeted him with his palm when he saw this. Under the palm, the two of them each took a few steps back.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 moves had been taken, and Xia Xuehan, who wanted to fight quickly, couldn't help this unattractive old man for a while.

At this time, the flames shone brightly, and a large group of black-clothed warriors rushed here. Nanmengying's willow waist swung and floated up, the clothes fluttered in the rain and the white clothes were dusty.

A white silk in Nanmengying's palm, although it is a fish dragon Manyan, it is also unpredictable, with both the flying spirit of the sword, the openness of the knife, the sharpness of the gun, the sharpness of the halberd, the fierceness of the axe, and the sharpness of the hook...... A light ribbon was cast in his hand, and it was like eighteen martial arts masters, holding eighteen blades, and attacking the black-clothed warriors at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight people fell to the ground and died.

Seeing that Nan Mengying was alone dealing with thirty or forty black-clothed warriors, the sword moves in Xia Xuehan's hand suddenly became fierce, and if the Eight Desolations were swimming in the dragon, only a white shadow could be seen shaking in the vast sea of flowers.

The tear-stained blade dragged through a strip of red light, which seemed to be rushing to the face, but in fact it was erratic, and Dugu Yinian secretly screamed that it was not good, but the wind sound brought by the crutch was still whirring.

The cold light of the tear stains had reached Dugu Yinian's neck, and the cold air seemed to freeze this red world.

A loud shout resounded through the nine skies, the wind blew, rolling up the mandala in the sky, and the flying red petals fell on the shoulders of the young man in white, so dazzling.

The sword aura struck people, and the heavens and the earth were full of desolation and murderous intent.

Dugu Yinian's cloudy eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes were cracked, and he was holding half a cane in each hand, and there was a faint blood mark on his neck.

"Da!" A cloudy old tear rolled down his wrinkled face, and he didn't believe it until he died, how could there be such a sharp sword technique in this world, how could there be such a swift sword in this world.

"Broken Dust, I haven't used it for a long time!" Xia Xuehan held the long sword in his hand, and let the flowers and rain fall in front of him.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm