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Ah Ba frowned and looked at the few tiny white lines in the clouds in the sky.

The sticks on his shoulders were full of prey.

Stepping on the sunset, he was walking towards the town.

In recent years, there has been an increase in the number of such white lines in the sky.

From north to south, or from south to north.

What's going on over there to the south?

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

The tavern is still the same, but the mother-in-law is missing.

Three years ago, my mother-in-law passed away.

Sister-in-law Guo knelt in front of the spirit and cried for a day and a night. She kept filial piety for her mother-in-law for three months.

After all, it is impossible for a poor family to be like a rich man, and he really keeps filial piety for three years, and the common people still have to live.

Life is as calm as ever.

Every time he went out hunting, she would lean out of the door and shout from afar: Brother, stay safe and come back early.

She would say, "Brother, drink less."

She would say, "Brother, the meal is ready."

He held in his hand a cluster of inky flowers, black lilies.

He couldn't help but think of the woman's cute appearance.

She said: I heard that those women in the city like to raise tweeds, some very beautiful and beautiful, very precious and precious flowers.

He was eating, and she sat across from him.

He raised his buried head, saw her yearning for a delicate appearance, and said with a smile: What kind of flowers are there?

The woman's nose wrinkled slightly, and she said, "I don't know very well, I heard that there are ink-colored flowers, how is it possible? How can flowers have ink-colored?"

After all, he had to be more knowledgeable, and there was a small pond on Songtao Peak, in which the inky lotus flowers swayed in the wind.

He didn't speak, just smiled softly, and buried his head in the food again.

Today, I went into the mountains to hunt, and I accidentally found this cluster of black lilies, growing by the stream, showing brightly towards the sun.

Maybe it was unintentional, or maybe it was intentional, although this place is rarely visited, he has been here many times. I thought, why didn't I find out?

He thought that the woman must be very surprised and happy when she saw this inky flower, her eyebrows were curved, her lips were hooked, and the joy on her face almost overflowed.

The sunset is burgundy, like a lip flap. It's as quiet as time.

It has witnessed time, but it cannot witness its own light and heat, it has been, has been, silently dissipated, from day to night.

The man's unhurried pace couldn't help but speed up a little, the woman's cooking should have just been served on the table, she must be looking out.

The sound of the trees in the mountains and forests is one after another, strings and strings, like a flute that he has not blown for a long time and does not know where it is scattered.

His slightly rough face showed a hint of comfort.

In the past five years, the injuries in his body have finally improved by two or three points, and his true qi has also recovered a few points. The residual corpse qi and demonic qi from the wound were slowly dispersed, and the scar on his body finally improved, and now the scar on his face was extremely light.

The woman looked at his greatly changed face for a long time, and then sighed faintly and said, "It's a beautiful man, no wonder......

No wonder, she didn't say, he didn't ask.

His steps were brisk, and in a few moments he descended the trail.

The two rows of weeping willows on the road gently caressed, he looked at the sunset with a trace of afterglow, but there was a touch of irritability in his heart for no reason, this irritability was sudden, even he was stunned, and even he was caught off guard.

He frowned, and his steps couldn't help but speed up a few points again.

The town was a soft red in the setting sun, but it was eerily quiet, and there was no sound at all, like, like the hill he had stepped into that night. He couldn't help but feel a little fearful in his heart.

He stood on the road at the entrance of the town and took a deep breath, and the lobes of his lungs were instantly full, but he refused to exhale this breath for a long time.

The branches of the weeping willows are still soft and leisurely, in this sunset, in this evening breeze.

The tavern's gray wine flag was still waving in the wind.

But the silence, no voice, no rooster crowing, no dog barking, like a big hand, fiercely, fiercely pouted his heart.

In this silence, step by step, step by step, he walked into the town.

The smell of blood was so strong that it made people vomit poured straight into his nose, and he hated it, he couldn't knock him out!

The smell of blood also exudes a warm smell.

His breath was messed up.

On the empty street, standing alone, he was alone, and the blood-red light erupted from the remnant sun, hitting him in the face and body.

After this moment of brilliance, the remnant sun finally sank completely into the western sky, except for the fiery cloud on the horizon that proved that it once existed, it really did not seem to appear.

As soon as the night was dark, it couldn't stop pouring up.

His pace quickened instantly, but, in the next moment, he returned to his previous lazy and casual appearance.

His twisted face returned to its previous casualness.

He walked slowly, gently, step by step, just like before, just like usual.

The woman must have leaned out of the door as before, and called out, "Come back!"

In that corner, there should still be a table of dishes as before, which is very rich, with fish and meat, and a jar of wine on the side.

The woman, as before, should have secretly pricked up her ears and listened to her own story. The eyes are bent into crescents.

Ignoring the man surnamed Li, who often came to drink, his hideous and twisted face lying in a pool of blood.

Ignoring the sad face of the man surnamed Sun, who was beaten by his mother-in-law for inviting guests to dinner, holding his mother-in-law's hand.

Ignore the angry face of the man who said he was a musty guy in the first place.

He walked towards the tavern.

As usual, as usual.

He muttered to himself: "Big sister, let me tell you, oh, I saw a big tiger today!" It was standing next to this black lily, I picked up a wooden stick and knocked it, and it still refused to accept it, and wanted to bite me, so I kicked it away, and said that it was a bad animal, and if it didn't accept it, let the horse come, and it was frightened by me, and it slipped away.

He seemed to hear the woman whisper: "If you brag again, you are not ashamed." Is it the wind?

Finally, has it finally arrived?

There is no gentle smile of a woman, no open door, no hair fluttering in the night.

He gently pushed the door open, and the smell of blood in the room was still strong, like the wine she brewed, and she couldn't help it, she couldn't help it, but it hurt uncontrollably.

There were a few drinkers in the hall, and the food was still warm, but the strong blood stains seemed to be indissolvable ink, bit by bit, bit by bit, imprinted into the bottom of the eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He quickened his pace and rushed into the inner hall.

The woman whispered: "You're back?"

Her chest was stained red with blood, like the clothes she had been married to when she had been married.

The man walked over, as if he had walked through a century, and he gently picked her up and said, "I'm back, I've just come back."

The woman chuckled, as before, and she said, "There is food on the table, it's a little cold, you can eat it, but unfortunately I can't...... A tear crept through the corner of her eye.

He hugged her bleeding body, and wailed silently, like a tide, like a wave, a **, a ** gushing out.

She said, "Brother......

These two words deeply burned his heart, imprinted on his heart, and his breath became even more chaotic.

An invisible wave poured out of his body, blowing the clothes behind him like a tent.

The woman's eyes closed deeply, and another tear came out.

He reached out to hold it, but the tears had already broken into a scattered flower.

In his hand, he still held the cluster of black peonies, and the stems had long been shattered.

Tears have long been overflowing, and the woman he was holding had a hint of deep regret at the corner of her mouth, deep regret.

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