Xu Qingyun has seen a lot of life and death, the vast red field of Dahe Prefecture, where human flesh and white bones are full of flowers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe demon king of Chuzhou, Shu Dao, is also accustomed to slaughtering cities and eating people. The Three Kingdoms and Shu, the battlefield of life and death in the chaotic war of all countries, can already be called an earth-shattering scene of life and death.

But he had never seen such a cruel thing, and he could hide his life in the ink bamboo.

The human face, which can be clearly seen, is pale without the slightest blood. It's just that the lifeless eyes are faintly open, there is no life, only two blood marks flow out of the pupils and eye sockets.

"This is a person!" Nangong Wan'er's eyes were a little dazed, she looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, the pale face, the empty and cold eyes, and the hollow in the depths of the pupils, as if she was full of disappointment in the whole world before she died.

Xu Qingyun took a deep breath, he was a little creepy and afraid, and his eyes were full of indescribable pathos.

Just because he has seen life and death, but even so, how have he ever seen such cruel methods.

His little hand holding the stone trembled slightly, thinking about what he should say to comfort Nangong Wan'er, who was already on the verge of collapse, but just as he was about to speak, a dingdong sound suddenly came.

The sound was very soft, not even as good as a gust of spring breeze, not as good as the rustling sound of bamboo leaves shaking.

"What's that sound?"

Xu Qingyun raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of unbelievable shock, if he hadn't been thinking about things calmly, it would have been impossible to feel the existence of this voice. But at this moment, the voice was like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, and it reminded him of something impossible.

He raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the rest of the vigorous ink bamboos in front of him, pursed the corners of his thin lips, his voice trembled a little, and said, "Here, there may be people alive!"

Nangong Wan'er was immersed in her own sadness, and she didn't come back to her senses when she heard the words, but after thinking about it for a while, she suddenly felt a little stunned, and slowly raised her eyes, her reddish eyes were full of disbelief, and said, "You mean...... Is there anyone alive here?"

Xu Qingyun nodded, he picked up the stone in his hand and smashed it again at the rest of the ink bamboo.

The sharp edges and corners of the stone smashed through the smooth and sturdy branches of the ink bamboo, and the scarlet blood flowed down again.

Until the ink bamboo broke in two, revealing a human face again.

This time it was a girl's face, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with no blood on her pale cheeks, and still had those cold eyes, as if she was staring coldly at the cruel murderer before she died.

Xu Qingyun took a deep breath, he looked at the picture in front of him, even his breathing was a little short, but he still held back the fear in his heart, raised the stone in his hand again with some trembling, and smashed it again at another black bamboo.

Holes were broken, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

Until the ink bamboo broke, another pale face of a young man appeared in front of the two.

Nangong Wan'er's eyes were slightly red, and tears were dripping with sadness, she looked at the pale faces in front of her, and couldn't help but rush forward anymore, using her delicate little hands, picking up the heavy stones on the ground, and smashing them down at the rest of the ink bamboos.

When she saw the picture of the ink bamboo cracking and the blood flowing, she shook her body that almost fainted, endured the deep fear in her heart, raised the stone in her hand again, and continued to smash it down at the ink bamboo.

One, two, three......

When the ink bamboo was directly disconnected, revealing the pale face inside again, the little girl was so frightened that she sat on the ground, lost her voice and cried bitterly, but she cried and cried, but she held back the tears in her eyes, stood up strong again, continued to pick up the stones on the ground, and kept smashing at the ink bamboo.

One, two, three, four, five, six......

At this time, it was the dead of night, when the two smashed the eleventh ink bamboo, suddenly a cool breeze blew, the vigorous ink bamboo shook the deep green branches and leaves, in the quiet moonlight, there was a strange feeling that could not come out.

Xu Qingyun's heart was heavy, he thought about the picture of blood flowing out when the ink bamboo was broken, he thought about the pale faces exposed in the ink bamboo, thinking about these cute ink bamboos on weekdays, how could there have been such a shocking and bloody thing.

When he lifted the stone in his hand again, his expression was a little numb and he smashed it hard, blood flowed out, and Xu Qingyun, who was already prepared in his heart, suddenly heard a subtle dingdong sound in his ears again.

The quiet bamboo forest, the silent night sky, this sudden dingdong sound, is particularly clear.

Nangong Wan'er's eyes were a little dazed, she held the heavy rock in her hand, and when she wanted to continue to smash at the ink bamboo, it also made this dingdong sound shocking and unbelievable.

When I've seen too much death, I've seen too much bloodshed, I've seen too much pale faces. This sudden ding-dong sound is so exciting and shocking.

"It should be here. ”

Xu Qingyun's eyes drooped, and by the light of the moon, he looked at the messy bamboo leaves all over the ground, and found a few clear sword marks, and even two somewhat blurry footprints.

The two of them looked at each other, and they could clearly see the shock in the depths of each other's eyes, as well as the indescribable excitement.

"Be careful. Nangong Wan'er whispered.

Xu Qingyun nodded silently, he held the rock in his hand, and did not smash it recklessly, but just aimed the angular places at the thick branches of the ink bamboo.

He used sharp edges and corners to constantly polish the ink bamboo.

Time passed slowly, Xu Qingyun's forehead was already sweating, and the thick branches of the ink bamboo were slowly worn off. Nangong Wan'er pursed the thin corners of her lips and stared nervously at the ink bamboo in front of her, but when she looked at Xu Qingyun's hard work, she couldn't help but take out her handkerchief and help him wipe the sweat.

When the ink bamboo had already made a small hole, the blood slowly flowed out.

"The blood is hot, and it proves that there is life. ”

Under the bright moonlight, there were the green branches of the ink bamboo, and the scarlet blood flowed down, and a warm breath was permeating.

Xu Qingyun was a little excited, and he continued to polish the ink bamboo.

Click.

Until the entire ink bamboo was broken, a human face also appeared, but although this human face was pale, there was still a trace of blood in the depths of the paleness.

"She's not dead yet!" Nangong Wan'er's eyes were a little shocked, she looked at the face in front of her in disbelief, her voice trembled a little, and said, "Look at her eyes, they didn't open, and they didn't bleed, but this seems to be ...... Tears?"

As he spoke, his pale cheeks, his slightly closed eyes, and a tear that shone like stars in the night sky suddenly dripped down.

Ding dong.

Tears dripped down and smashed on the crisp branches of the ink bamboo, making a ding-dong sound.

Xu Qingyun's heart was broken.