Just when the battle in the ancient demon cave was in full swing, the boundary of Zhongzhou, outside the ruins of the capital of Great Xiayi.

There was not much light in the afterglow of the setting sun, but even so, the hideous and ghostly dead trees and jungle refused to let go of it for a while, covering it up, and even the last color became strange.

The crow, whose eyes were cloudy, stood on the thin branches in a daze, as if he had lost his interest in the noise, and looked at his garden blankly, as if he was extremely indifferent to anything.

The sad and mournful sound of the flute, lingering intermittently in this gloomy cemetery, is like the mournful cry of unwilling souls, which should be accompanied by the sound of the wind passing through the woods, which seems a little creepy.

In front of the nameless lonely grave, a man dressed in black and as thin as a tree branch, clutched the piccolo in his hand, and blew intermittently with a heavy gasp, as if there was some earth-shattering secret contained in this simple tune.

A trace of blood foam, through the flute body and flute holes, constantly dripped on the ground, and on the wine jar at the feet, the wine jar, the original bright red sticker, rendered even more red. Red with purple, particularly demonic.

Suddenly, a rhythmic applause interrupted the poignant sound of the flute.

"Good flute, good song, it's a pity..."

The sun had completely set, and in the middle of the day was a dim full moon. In this dim moonlight, a man stepped on the moonlight, standing on the treetops, shining brightly.

If there is only one word to describe this man, then there is no better place to describe him than 'white as snow'.

"The flute is a happy instrument, and the song should be a happy song. But at this moment, whether it's the flute or the music, it's not so happy!"

The person who came said to himself, as if he hadn't noticed it at all, the dead eyes of the thin man.

"Haha! This flute is a relic of a dead man, and the person who plays the tune is also a dying man. When a person is about to die, his voice is also mourning, this is really a normal thing. What's so strange about it?"

This cemetery, which was originally unattended, seems to be particularly lively in the evening of this sunset and moonrise.

The old crows standing on the branches of the trees were very impatient that someone would disturb their silence again and again, and after venting their dissatisfaction in a hoarse voice, they all flapped their wings and flew away. This is just their resting place, and the real paradise does not seem to be here.

It's just that these brainless birds are destined to run in vain, as long as they have eyes, they can see that the smell of blood in the cemetery has been extraordinarily strong, as if the fragrance of flowers in the flower field cannot be erased.

Hearing someone ridicule him, the man in white was not angry, but just smiled faintly.

He didn't talk, but the third person who just came might not be willing to let him go.

"I've heard that Yue Gongzi has always liked to collect things from the living, but now, he doesn't even let go of the things of the dead?"

Out of the mottled shadow came a ghost-like figure crawling out of hell, and anyone who saw this person would inevitably let out a scream.

The hem of his long garment, swaying wildly in the wind, seemed empty and empty, and this was obviously a cripple without legs. But even if he didn't have legs, he could stand there straight, like a bamboo pole, a slender, slender black bamboo pole.

His face was covered with centipede-sized scars, and his muscles and muscles were intertwined, which had already made him unrecognizable, except for a pair of eyes, but they were a little brighter than the stars in the sky.

"He's not dead yet, even if he's about to die, it won't prevent me from taking something out of him!" raised his eyebrows and still smiled, I have to say, he smiled very beautifully, if the slender black bamboo pole was a woman, there was absolutely no way to resist his smile.

The thin man sitting at the grave didn't seem to notice the arrival of the two at all, and still played his whimpering tune intermittently, not even a single hair seemed to move.

You can feel that he is absolutely calm, of course, you can also feel that this is more mourning than death.

"Yue Gongzi raised his eyebrows and black bamboo poles, this was originally a character that is difficult to see on weekdays, but today he is gathered here, it is really... beautiful scenery...

But his laughter was as unpleasant as the cry of a night owl, and even the last remnant of the old crow could not stand his terrible laughter, and quietly left.

The black bamboo pole didn't turn around, because he didn't have to look to know who was coming.

"Such an ugly laughter, except for you, the old thug, I'm afraid there will be no second person!"

Yue Gongzi raised his eyebrows, the black bamboo pole, and the old owl, and the three of them stood on their feet, facing each other, and surrounded the thin man.

The sound of the flute finally stopped, or rather, it had to stop.

It seems that because of too much sadness being rendered, the fragile bamboo flute can no longer bear more suffering, and it is broken in two from the middle.

The two flutes lay quietly in the middle of the thin man's thin palms, and the blood soaked in the flute tube slowly flowed out, staining the thin palms red.

Raised his eyebrows and sighed quietly.

"It should have been a happy flute. ”

But he took what he shouldn't have taken, so he had to make one... a flute that was broken in two. The black bamboo pole took over the conversation gloomily.

The thin man's throat seemed to roll, and then he let out a dry cough with difficulty.

Red blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth, and a large piece of his chest had been dyed dark red.

raised his eyebrows, and there was a little more tangled on his face.

"I shouldn't have been here tonight, but I was entrusted with the task of being faithful. ”

The old man's uncomfortable voice sounded again: "Yue Gongzi is a compassionate person, but it's a pity that this person deserves to die after all." Not to mention anything else, three months ago, in order to sacrifice to the water demons, he dug the Heavenly Collar Dam and turned the land of the Seven Kingdoms into Zeguo, with more than one million dead, more than 10 million injured, displaced, and separated from his wife. ”

The black bamboo pole smiled coldly, opened his mouth and said: "You old man is very clear about these, but how do I remember that at that time, someone took the opportunity to sacrifice to the plague god in exchange for the essence blood of the plague god, causing millions of people to die in pain..." ”

The old owl laughed proudly and said slowly: "If you don't take it, you will be blamed." It's just that the Seven Kingdoms of the Southern Wilderness are just barren places, but in just a few months, nearly ten rebels have risen up and taken the opportunity to cause chaos. The sword soldier has a lifetime and lives are devastated, but I don't know how many people have to die and how many heads have been cut off before they can be considered a head. ”

Speaking of which, this group of people is a dog. At least at this moment, the young man of the moon raised his eyebrows and slender brows, and he was already wrinkled more and more, and the expression of looking at the black bamboo pole and the old owl was also very unkind.

Not wanting to hear the filthy things of the two anymore, Yue Gongzi turned his head, looked at the thin man in front of the grave, and said: "Ghost Qi, listening to your flute, I should know that you are also a person of great affection, but why did you commit this heinous murder?"

The gray eyes of the thin man Ghost Seven turned slightly, but he still didn't answer.

The black bamboo pole interjected again: "I heard that in order to save him, the concubine of this ghost seven once received a punch from the Nine Heavens Thunder Gong alive, and the Yang Explosion Thunder Energy should have been ten deaths and no life, but it seems that because of the cultivation of Master Yu's concubine as a god, he stubbornly hung a breath of vitality and refused to disperse." Thinking that Ghost Seven was also to save his concubine, he sacrificed the Seven Kingdoms of the Southern Wilderness to the Water Devil, wanting to exchange for the Water Devil's essence blood. It's a pity that although this rain concubine is a demon, she is also an ancient water god. Although the water demon is strong, it is always an evil demon. Good and evil do not stand together, they dissolve into one, but they forcibly ask for half of his concubine's life. ”

The voice of the black bamboo pole was full of sarcasm. It should have been a sad and lingering love story, but when it came to his mouth, it became extremely weird.

At this time, Yue Gongzi's originally tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and he sighed again: "But it turned out to be a person of the most affectionate and sexual, but it's a pity that his methods are too rigid and can't allow for the slightest room for maneuver." Everything is too much, and this fate... will naturally end early!"

It seemed that Yue Gongzi's words finally moved Ghost Qi, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Yue Gongzi for the first time.

He snorted, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Although Ghost Seven didn't say anything, the black bamboo pole and the old owl were already vigilant, they looked at Yue Gongzi with vigilant eyes, and then looked at Ghost Seven with greedy eyes, constantly weighing something in their hearts, and silence was better than sound at this time.

The night became darker and darker, and the full moon, which was originally faintly visible, was now completely hidden behind the clouds, with only a faint halo shining down through the thin clouds, covering the whole world with a thin veil.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Two light coughs became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In an instant, three figures flickered.

The black bamboo poles, the green hook claws and a jade-colored folding fan collided in an instant. An invisible wave of qi swayed, instantly plowing the entire cemetery to the ground... except for the nameless lonely tomb beside Ghost Qi. Of course, at this moment, the owner of this tomb knows who it belongs to, needless to say.

Behind the black bamboo pole first flashed a black light, the black light seemed to be a huge stone pillar, and a one-eyed black python hovered above the stone pillar, and a trace of strange aura emanated from the black python, with a heavy smell of rot.

Immediately after that, a huge stone tablet also flew out of the old owl's back, on which the owl bird soared, looking at the void under his feet fiercely, a pair of sharp claws, as if ready to tear his prey at any time.

Only Moon Gongzi is still unchanged.

Of course, there is no change, not because he is weaker than the black bamboo pole and the old owl. On the contrary, Moon Gongzi is precisely the strongest of the three.

At least at this moment, the black bamboo pole and the old owl were full of surprise, but Yue Gongzi's face did not have any expression. Maybe he should laugh, but looking at the white bones that were plowed out of the ground by the strength of the three, he really didn't have any smile.