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The canal water was drumming with blood bubbles, trickling through the Jiuqu Stone Bridge in Yuncheng. The water is intertwined with algae and turquoise, and the miscellaneous dross is mixed with red blood water, which is as viscous as soup.

As if relieved, the distant rancid water, with a pleasant tinkling sound, rushed eagerly to the outskirts of the wilderness city, but left the water floating under the bridge.

The piers of the bridge stood, and after a few steps, the stumps and broken armor piled up like a mountain, as if they had become a human, and the water of the canal poured out along the cracks, taking away patches of crimson and leaving pale fear.

The stench of the corpse embankment was clear, and the insects could be clearly seen flying and the falcons hovering in the air. Xiao Mo woke up from the corpse embankment and found that the heavy sword was inserted in the floating corpse, and the hilt of the sword was still held in his hand.

He drew his sword, hearing the screech of his ribs rubbing against the blade, and he put his sword behind him, as if he had stepped on a dead corpse under his feet, so as not to sink into the bottom of the ditch.

He floated in the water, erasing his scarlet face, revealing a face that was not as delicate as the human world. There were bloated corpses all around, and although it was only one night, it was as long as a year.

Due to the immersion of the river, the corpse decomposed at a faster rate and began to swell and fester, and the skin was loose, as if it had been draped in a very ill-fitting coat.

He raised his eyes and saw the sun rising in the sky, illuminating an eerie dead city. The scattered houses are embedded in the red sun, and the shadows of the city are sprinkled unconsciously. Every house is closed, there is not even a ghost on the street, and the falcon hovers in the air, as if entering the prosperity of the carrion, the paradise of the meat eater.

The smell of fish made Xiao Mo dizzy for a while, he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and said secretly in his heart: "Lao Tzu is most afraid of seeing blood, after this battle, I think I will never be afraid again." Your grandfather's, from now on, Lao Tzu can be regarded as a person who crawled out of the pile of corpses, this has to be blown away!"

Xiao Mo's face was bloody, and the floating algae on his head was mixed with mud and sand, looking embarrassed. The lower body is immersed in the water, the canal is extremely deep, and only a head appears on the water, which is quite scary at first glance.

He suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his back, and felt as if someone was watching him, his eyes were cold, with a little resentment, and even a curse, and fear instantly enveloped him.

He had the courage to look sideways, and when he turned his head, his forehead touched a round object, and unconsciously pushed it out an inch, bringing a series of hideous ripples in the blood.

The thing swirled on the surface of the water, and then stopped, only to see a white dead face still staring at him, the broken neck was eye-catching, and only a head was left floating on the water.

This head bead ornament is luxurious, messy and hung in the long black hair, the sideburns are loose, the face is flying, the facial features are rubbed together, but it is also faintly recognizable, it looks very familiar, it is a beautiful woman, and the unknown reason for the death of the ghostly Luan is a person.

This surprise is not trivial, Xiao Mo was so frightened that he almost didn't scream, if he hadn't come up with such a bad idea for his life, how could Youluan have died innocently? And it actually followed along the rushing canal all the way, and continued the front edge at the Jiuqu Bridge, which was so coincidental that it was like a ghost, who would believe it?

Xiao Mo has never killed anyone, but this person died because of him, and the opportunity in the matter is indescribable. Youluan was still glaring angrily in Xiao Mo's direction, his eyes were dilated, full of despair and helplessness, sad and miserable.

Xiao Mo had mixed feelings in his chest, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he inevitably had a guilty conscience and felt that he couldn't live with her, so he begged: "Grandma, don't look at me like this, look at it again...... If you don't blink your eyes to death, if you have to find someone to take revenge, then go to the proprietress of Zuiyun Pavilion and the dead fat man who is carrying some Buddha, your death has nothing to do with Lao Tzu. ”

He was busy clearing up the relationship, but when he saw Youluan's white skin like maggots, he felt a slight discomfort in his stomach, so he closed his eyes and said secretly: "This Lan Kwai Fong's golden flower head card really lives up to its name, and there is really only one head left...... But then again, Lao Tzu and Youluan are really fateful, and it's a pity to be separated. Anyway, Lao Tzu also needs a human head, and it is easy to take others, but it is not to die under his own sword, and there is really no sense of achievement. You are dead and dead, or because of me, I will help Lao Tzu once, when Lao Tzu enters the salt gang, he will definitely burn incense and paper for you, and you will be my little wife in the next life, who will let Lao Tzu's eldest wife already have a candidate!"

He struggled to keep his head above the water. The heavy sword behind him made him sink continuously, and he was just throwing himself in the water, looking quite struggling, and he couldn't find the corpse under his feet, so he choked a lot of blood in his mouth.

He held his breath and reached out to lift Youluan's long hair, revealing a puffy ghost face, his eyes staring at him, as if to vent the resentment in his heart.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but secretly said: "Grandma, the little wife is already good, you are still picky, with your current dignity, it is okay to ward off evil spirits, and Lao Tzu has done good deeds when he accepts you." ”

He pulled Yuluan's long hair into the water and tied his backhand in the center of his belt. His whole person was immersed in the water, the canal water was slightly cold, vaguely stimulating his senses, his nerves gradually tensed, Xiao Mo suddenly touched the corner of the skirt, as if he thought of something, and his body couldn't help but shake.

He remembered that the two of them fell down one after another in the Linhua Palace, and it was with the waist skirt that they were pulled away so that they would not be washed away by the canal. Since the skirt is still wrapped around the waist, it is expected that the fairy of the Moon Palace has not drifted far away, and it must be under this stone bridge. It's just that she has been poisoned in her body, and this night has been wasted, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead.

He pulled the hem of his skirt out of the water, and buried himself between the corpses at the broken part of the gauze skirt, and he swam past, pushed away like an embankment, and searched for it. Suddenly, I saw the white-clothed Shengxue, trapped in the viscous plasma, it was so dazzling and so uncoordinated.

Xiao Mo's heart sank, and he said secretly: "The thief won't die so easily, right?" He pulled the fairy out of the carrion, and saw that she was soaked in white clothes and wrapped tightly in a graceful posture, looking slender but plump. His pale face was still veiled, his brows were soothed, his eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes trembled faintly, he was already unconscious, but he still had a breath.

Although the stench of the corpse was strong, it couldn't hide the fragrance in her body, Xiao Mo held the fairy in his arms, and said in his heart: "Such a dusty person has also fallen full of dross, how can you come to the troubled times to be a pure person?"

Xiao Mo had a Youluan's head hanging around his waist, and he took the fairy to the shore, if he threw it on the shore, he couldn't bear it, and then carried it on his back, and said secretly: "Your grandfather's, even if Lao Tzu owes you!"