Xuanfeng is inside, the inkstone is still on the table, and the chess pieces are also soaked in it.

It's just that at some point, the ink in the inkstone has become extremely scarlet, and it looks like sticky blood.

It was getting dark, and a thick layer of wax oil had accumulated on the copper table in the room, and even a lot had accumulated on the floor. Outside, the snow was falling, and from time to time the branches let out a whining sound, and occasionally accompanied by a dull collapse sound, which was probably caused by the overwhelm of the branches.

The cold wind could not enter the house, and the candlelight was also happy, and a shadowy figure was reflected on the wall.

"How about the knife I borrowed?"

The voice suddenly appeared, and it was nowhere to be found, and ordinary people must be frightened to the point that their hearts were racing. But Li Xuanfeng still stared at the inkstone unmoved, he was not an ordinary person, so naturally he would not have those reactions.

just said softly: "The knife is a good knife, but whether it is good or not, it depends on whether it can kill people." ”

Hearing this, the figure replied: "Then you can try it yourself, anyway, I have already borrowed the knife from you, and how to kill people is your business." ”

"Aren't you worried that I'll borrow your knife and kill you instead?"

"And will you?" said the figure with some sarcasm.

Li Xuanfeng replied: "Not necessarily!"

"Since you're not sure, why do you say it? Remember to help me sharpen it when you use it, don't break it. ”

"Don't send it!"

......

The figure came and went as fast as it had never appeared. Li Xuanfeng still stared at the inkstone, and the reddened ink was gradually fading.

After a while, there was no ink in the inkstone, only the chess pieces that had been put in earlier. Will or general, the black characters of the silver hook iron painting are clearly distinguished, but the chess body has become red.

......

Tonight's clouds may have lost a bit, so they are no longer as thick as they used to be, allowing the white sickles in the sky to take advantage of the opportunity to show some outlines. It's just that if someone is careful, they will find that there is a little more red in the hazy moonlight shadow.

Xuanyi is one of the few attentive people, somewhere in the valley where the Heavenly Valley is located, Xuanyi is holding a bowl and staring at the sky in front of the window. Although he was blind to the naked eye, his heart and eyes were abnormal, and he also saw the redness.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe with sword eyebrows and starry eyes holding a cotton wool robe bypassed the stove in the hall and came to the window to drape it for him.

Although the middle-aged man's hands had been washed clean, there was still a lot of white flour on his robe, and it seemed that he had just left the kitchen.

"Master, the night is cool. ”

"Hey!"

Xuanyi sighed, there were still two or three wontons left in the bowl, but the person with the chopsticks had no appetite to eat any more. Handing the bowl to Xuanqi, Xuanyi didn't even drink the soup, wrapped in a cotton robe, turned around and walked back to the stove and sat down, roasting the stove without saying a word.

Xuanqi looked at the remaining three wontons in the bowl, and then looked up at the waning moon in the sky, thinking to himself, Senior brother, why do you bother.

......

......

At the same time, on a desert with white sand, a figure was digging a pit on the ground with a hoe, and beside him lay a corpse, and a palm-sized Wang Ba, who was playing with the sand.

Unlike the usual desert, all the sand is white and faintly fluorescent.

After the male protagonist finished digging one, he continued to dig not far away, and dug seven big pits in a row, and then sat aside out of breath and lit a grass smoke to rest.

And the black king, who was having a lot of fun with the sand, saw the man stop and tilted his head to look at each other. After getting the other party's approval, the turtle actually stood upright, walked to the side of the corpse, raised its thin turtle legs and kicked the corpse into the air.

Along with the corpse flew up the sky full of white sand, as well as the tortoise himself...... This turtle. I saw that its head was extremely hideous, becoming more than a hundred times larger, and it was biting in mid-air. The sky was covered with blood, and the corpse was torn into seven pieces in an instant, and it fell into the pit accurately.

The blood stain disappeared as soon as it touched the white sand, and there were only indescribable pieces of flesh left in the pit. A strong wind blew at the right time, kicking up the sky full of sand and dust, and I don't know how long it raged, and by the time it stopped, the man and the turtle were gone, and the sand pit on the ground was filled in.

——

The nightmare disaster occurred in Yunzhou, and by the time this winter passed, it would have been a year.

And their constant devouring and continuous evolution have given them a spiritual intelligence that is not inferior to others. Even the nightmare puppets they driven, most of them began to act in an organized manner, and even had the ability to think independently, and began to concentrate on attacking human cities, which evolved into a tug-of-war.

For most of the year, Yunzhou has changed the color of how many people talked, avoiding fear, fleeing and hiding, and countless deaths and injuries among mortals and cultivators.

Today's Yunzhou is bleak, except for the major cities and nearby refuge areas, there are not many living creatures in the outside world, and there is a scene of apocalypse.

In an unknown mountain col, a team of thousands of people is stationed here, which is rare in today's Yunzhou.

More than half of the people in the camp were ordinary people, men, women, and children, in addition to hundreds of practitioners dressed in black, embroidered with a purple bright moon.

The men set up camp and set up sentry, the women lit fires and cooked, and the children had long lost their former liveliness, wrapped in thick quilts in groups of three or five, warming themselves by the campfire. Although there were a large number of people, and everyone looked exhausted, everyone did not complain, and there were no superfluous words, and they did what they could, in an orderly manner.

If someone were to look closely, it would be incredible. Because these people not only cooperate tacitly, but also have an amazing commonality, that is, men, women and children, they all carry weapons.

Some were armed with hoes and axes, some had kitchen knives and sickles pinned to their waists, and some even found a random wooden stick and tied a few sharp stones. But without exception, none of them were empty-handed, not even the children who were hidden under quilts with slingshots and pebbles in their pockets.

At the edge of the camp, two men stood side by side in the snow.

"Lao Chen, is the message left by your son really useful?"

"Whether it works or not, we're going to fight those bastards to the end, and we're going to get them to the shelter safely. ”

The man known as Lao Chen looked back at the people in the camp and replied through gritted teeth. The long black hair is well-organized, apparently the result of a long caressing. And the person next to him who had questioned before seemed to be about the same age as him, and although his sideburns were gray, he was also half as heroic.

After Lao Chen finished speaking, he struggled again, and looked at his old friend with a guilty face: "Brother, it's really not good, you can run away first! They are coming at me, you are alone, act cheaply, don't spend time here with me in vain." ”

"Let you fuck you!" Hearing Lao Chen's words, the other old man looked back with a stinking scolding, and he jumped like thunder.

"Since I have worshipped, how can I, as a brother, watch you die? Not to mention that these people behind you are all the people of my Yunzhou. You, an outsider, would rather abandon the sect than protect them thoroughly, how can I abandon them and escape alone?"

"It's like if you ran to my house and protected my family for me, and persuaded me to abandon my family and run for my life alone, why don't you go to heaven?"

Seeing the excited appearance of his old friends around him, it was useless to dissuade him, and Chen Zhan could only sigh, but he didn't know if his bastard son would be okay now.

......

The name of the Moon Worship Sect sounds like the name of some evil organization, and it is. Because the so-called Moon Worship Sect is just a collection of some small sects of evil sects that do not enter the stream, and it is also the home of the snow ghost.

Over the years, the Snow Ghost's father, Old Man Chen Zhan, has used iron-blooded means to strategize and develop a small sect that is not in the stream, and even some aspects have approached some medium-sized sects.

And because of some rumors, many people did not dare to act rashly, and the snow ghost worshiped the palace, which also made the reputation of the Moon Worship Sect even louder. As for why the old man Chen Zhan, whose base is in Fengzhou, would go to the Yunzhou territory for refuge, it is really helpless.

Half a year ago, the nightmare disaster in Yunzhou spread all over the world, and some people in power in Fengzhou immediately blocked the border between the two continents and forbade them to come and go.

But how could the old man Chen Zhan, who was bent on reforming and still hot-blooded, ignore the people? So he privately ignored the ban on Fengzhou, took the elite of the sect, secretly crossed the "Thunder Pool", and went all the way to Yunzhou to help and relieve mortals.

Even before the help of the Academy Palace arrived, the old man had already emptied his vault with arrogance, and purchased it with a few old friends, sent supplies to Yunzhou, and built a shelter for mortals on the border of Yunzhou.

A month ago, Old Man Chen rented five cloud boats from Yinghualou at a great price and sent all the mortals to the Yunzhou refuge area.

Who knew that this matter was noticed by someone with a heart, and the news leaked. For a while, rumors spread everywhere, some people admired Chen Zhan's courage, and some people had unknown motives and took the opportunity to suppress them. So with the acquiescence of some people, many evil sects and righteous sects who had already had a holiday with the Moon Worship Sect have joined forces, not to mention the bloodbath of the Moon Worship Sect, and they also want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Fortunately, someone secretly sent a message to the old man Chen Zhan, and the old man knew that the matter was exposed, and Fengzhou had no place to stand. So he evacuated the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect early, and fled with useful things, making those guys pounce.

But how can others let go of the opportunity to suppress competitors? So those "Justice League" chased and killed thousands of miles, and the Moon Worship Sect, which originally had more than 2,000 disciples, only two or three hundred remained in a month, and most of them had already dispersed or fled, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Originally, the old man had a skill, so he shouldn't have lost so much. However, after they fled into the Yunzhou realm, they also saved many mortals from the puppets along the way, and in order to protect these ordinary people, this led to self-care and heavy losses.

And the old brother beside him was originally the head of a certain family in Yunzhou, and he was also iron-blooded, cooperating with the school palace to relieve the disaster. When he came to the border by chance, he happened to meet the Moon Worship Sect and his party who were being besieged by the people of Fengzhou, and they came to help Chen Zhan in times of crisis.

After learning the ins and outs, the other party was also deeply impressed by Old Man Chen, and joined the team of the Moon Worship Sect to protect mortals together, and the two old men hit it off at first sight, and the two worshipped the opposite sex brothers on the spot.

Yunzhou is not as sparsely populated as Fengzhou, so the two of them also saved some survivors along the way during this half-moon journey. However, after many battles, in addition to the puppets, there are also chasing soldiers, the combat power in his hands is getting less and less, and the people are being treated more and more, and the old man Chen Zhan, who is powerless, can only take out the message left by the snow ghost and ask his son for help.

He didn't know if his son could receive this news, so he could only hope that God would open his eyes and be sent to the school palace smoothly to find a way out for these poor survivors.

The night is getting deeper, there is no new snow tonight, there is silence all around, some mortals and disciples of the Moon Worship Sect are staggered, and most of the others have rested, I don't know if they can have a sweet dream.