People often use dreams as metaphors for many things, like floating dreams, or drunken dreams of death, or dreams of yellow sorghum...... But no matter what kind of metaphor it is, it will also carry a bit of indescribable meaning.

Fan Da died, he was already weak, much worse than ordinary people, it was a gift of time after struggling at the lowest level of the class all the year round, and it was also fate.

In his dream, his future should be very bright, should be enviable, and should also be radiant.

It's a pity that fate seems to have played a big joke on him, and when he fell asleep, it also let him stay in the dream forever.

Wanguanwu is in the city, and it takes half an hour for ordinary people to come from the west of the city. The reason why Fan Da withstood the heavy rain and came from Fan's house with injuries all over his body...... Now it should be said that he ran all the way from the Moon Full Building to the Wanguan House, because his hope was here, because he believed that the two adults would protect him, because he believed that he would not be as ill-fated as before.

It's just that he didn't expect that because of this obsession, this blind trust and sincerity, this road would also become the end of his life.

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Wanguanya is the largest money bank in the world, and on weekdays people come and go, but today it is because of the heavy rain that many people stop here.

When they saw a bloody figure slumping through the door, they subconsciously avoided it. At the same time, an employee of Wanguanwu also hurriedly stepped forward, beckoning the others to come forward to find out what was going on.

Everyone was startled as they rolled over their soaking wet bodies. It's not because they haven't seen dead people, because Wan Da still has his last breath at this time, and no one who scared them has never seen such a look.

No one can tell what kind of eyes they are, despair, anticipation, anger, unwillingness, hatred, satisfaction, helplessness...... Everyone saw different feelings in his eyes, and no one had a proper adjective to describe his eyes, as if all words could and could not.

"Home...... At home!" Fan Da said these four words in a flashback at the moment he was turned over, and he lost his breath. It's just that he didn't bat his eyes, and his eyes were still open, as if he was looking at everyone here.

The thin face has long been blurred by blood, and the forehead, arms, back, and chest are ...... Countless scars, his hands have been broken, and his body still convulsed a few times even if he swallowed his breath. No one knows what he has experienced and why he is so miserable, but many people have subconsciously had some heart palpitations.

In order not to frighten the others, several hired servants were about to throw him out of the house when a figure suddenly appeared in front of them and stopped them.

These people all knew each other, thinking that they were the dumb guards who usually followed the eldest young master, and when they were about to wonder, they saw that the other party made a sign language and ordered them to invite the eldest young master. And he immediately squatted down, trying to save Fan Da's last breath.

It's a pity that it's too late, Fan Da's body is too weak, and he has no skills to recover.

As soon as Tsukasa Wuji and Yue Dongxue separated, they bumped into the hired man who ran in a hurry, the eager Wan Xu, and the shopkeeper Wan Yiming. When the three of them followed Xiao Er to the front hall, many people were looking together and whispering in the direction of the door. Some had even leaned into the corner, as if they were afraid that the blood at the door would come and defile the soles of their shoes.

"The owner!"

Tsukasa Wuji recognized Fan Da from afar, stepped forward to the dumb slave with an arrow, and grabbed Fan Da's hand and wanted to save him.

But when he picked up Fan Da's hand, he stopped, Fan Da's palm had become deformed, the blood blockage had turned it into a twisted blue purple, and the pulse had already stopped. Even the arms in his hands seemed to have turned into sandbags, and the occasional raised bump seemed to remind everyone that the bones of his hands were completely shattered.

The heavy rain outside the house continued to crackle, making everyone's hearts become very depressed, as if the thunderclouds in the sky were overhead, in this ten thousand houses, maybe thunder would suddenly fall.

"Who did it?"

Before Tsukasa Wuji could speak, Wan Xuan had already turned around and yelled at the people in the front hall, startling everyone again, obviously the eldest young master was rarely angry.

Xiao Er, who had gone to invite Wanxu before, plucked up his courage and trembled under the gesture of the shopkeeper's eyes, and said, "Huh...... Young Master, this person ...... Suddenly broke in, and before he could say a word, he was already breathing, Xiao ...... The little ones don't know why. ”

After Xiao Er's words were finished, the person seemed to have collapsed, and there was a lot of sweat all over his body, but the atmosphere in this front hall was too depressing.

Just when he thought he was relieved, a bone-chilling cold suddenly came. Everyone only felt that their bodies were not cold, but their souls seemed to be trembling, and there seemed to be a boundless sea of learning in front of them......

Even the dumb slave and Wan Yiming were alarmed, and instantly protected Wan Xu's side as if they were facing a great enemy, and only Tsukasa Muji alone did not have the slightest impact.

"What did he say?"

The cold voice seemed to come from the funeral song of the underworld, which made everyone shiver. Many people no longer even had the strength to twist their necks, only the sound of slow footsteps came from their ears, and a blood-red figure gradually appeared in their eyes.

Coming to the little two, Yue Dongxue looked at the other party and asked again, "What did he say?"

He ...... He...... He said...... Family...... Family...... At home!" Xiao Er spoke, but his teeth kept chattering, rubbing a strange sound. Until he finished the last word, his consciousness also completely collapsed, and the whole person passed out.

As he fell, there were bursts of noise in Wanguan's house, and many people wanted to faint.

didn't care about this, Yue Dongxue just came to Tsukasa Wuji, and saw him supporting Fan Da's head with one hand, Yue Dongxue bent down slightly, put her palms on Fan Da's eyes, and helped him close his eyes.

"You bring him back!"

After saying only one sentence, everyone only felt that a gust of wind was blowing from nowhere, blowing away the coldness in the hall and blowing away the Shura who had appeared in the illusion before. ninth

Yes, hallucination, even after many years, many people know the name Moon Full Building, they still don't want to think of today's scene, and only regard it as an illusion. It was estimated that the only sober person in the audience was the dumb slave, and it was only at this time that he realized that Wan Qi had said that this young man could kill himself, and it was not empty talk.

It wasn't until Tsukasa Wuji got up with Fan Da's body in his arms that the unfinished blood fell to the floor that many people came back to their senses.

"I'm sorry, I have to take our host home first, otherwise I'm afraid that there will be too many people accompanying the funeral and scare him, and my brother will come to disturb him another day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsukasa Wuji didn't care how the others reacted, stomped on the ground in one step, and flew upside down into the rain while holding Fan Da's corpse, and everyone could clearly see a light mask appearing, helping him block the rain.

"In case of Ming!"

Hearing Wan Xu's words, the shopkeeper of Wan Guan House hurriedly bowed down.

"Let's go find out what's going on, Uncle Seven! Dumb slave! Let's go and see too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Xuan also ran out of the door in the heavy rain, fortunately, his shouting made the dumb slave come back to his senses, even if he followed up to support him with a spiritual power barrier, otherwise the eldest young master might have turned into a soup chicken in a blink of an eye.

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On the other side, the door of the Moon Full Building was wide open, and the four guys at the door, who were not good birds at first glance, were hiding under the eaves and saying something, and from time to time there would be bursts of laughter with disdain. At their feet, the signboard of the Moon Full Building was casually trampled on the ground, covered with many muddy footprints, if you looked closely. You will also see a lot of blood stains on it.

"Eh, do you think that kid is stupid? an ordinary person, and he still wants to rebel against our Holy Tiger Hall?"

"That's it! If he can be taken by our Holy Tiger Hall to look at his shabby place, he should be grateful to Dade for sheltering from the rain, and he dares to turn us away, now it's okay, it's no wonder that he is looking for death!"

What's even more ridiculous is that he was very concerned about this broken plaque at the beginning, and would rather die to protect this broken wood, but when he was really dying, he immediately got up and ran for his life, laughing to death. ”

"If you don't think he's like that, I don't think I can run far, my bones have been trampled by our boss, and now I don't know if I'm dead in that corner...... Hahaha!!"

.........

The rain was still falling, but it didn't affect the interest of these people in the slightest, on the contrary, you chatted very happily with me.

At this moment, a man facing the street suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and pointed to the rain and said, "Look, what is that red...... What!!"

As soon as the word "what" came out, he suddenly felt a cold neck, and when he finished saying the word "what", the whole person could no longer speak. Several others subconsciously turned their heads to look behind them at the sound of his voice.

However, they only saw a red shadow in their eyes, and then they found that their heads were twisted into a strange arc, and they actually changed direction back and forth, and then fell from their necks.

In the hall of the full moon building, there are about twenty or thirty people gathered in a small space, and I don't know how many fine wines come out of it.

And above the first place, a fierce one-eyed strong man raised his legs on the armrest, and poured wine into his mouth in a big gulp.

Just when he was drinking, a cold wind blew into the hall, and then he only felt countless goosebumps all over his body, and a terrifying crisis suddenly rose from his heart, making him subconsciously turn over and roll to the ground, and at the same time the spiritual power protected his body.

At the moment when he turned over, the seat under him had been shattered in half, and at the same time, a series of screams came from his ears, which was terrifying.

As a cultivator at the peak of the Mansion, he didn't need to think that he knew that this was an enemy attack, but when he looked at it fixedly, the whole person was stunned.

There was a breeze in the hall, but except for the subordinates he was familiar with, there was no figure in sight, only snowflakes and limbs flying all over the sky, which fell to the ground and bloomed into bright blood flowers.

The alert man immediately got up, the one-eyed strong man clenched his hands into fists, and his spiritual power operated frantically to protect himself.

At the same time as he got up, the shadow of death once again shrouded his heart, and although he couldn't see the enemy clearly, he still subconsciously raised his arm to block it.

"Ahh

The moment he shouted and raised his hand, he only felt that his shoulders were empty, and a sharp pain that devoured his heart entered his nerves, making him can't help but scream. He tried to step back quickly, but he stepped on the flask he had thrown earlier, slipped and fell to the ground, and luckily picked up his life.

"Spare him his life!"

A cheer came from the courtyard of the full moon building, and at the same time, the strong man only felt a tingling pain in his neck. Subconsciously looked up, only to find that there was a red figure standing in front of him.

The wind in the hall had stopped, and the one-eyed man endured the severe pain, and looked at the person in front of him with the only remaining one-eyed eye. The hideous mask blocked most of his face, his snow-white hair was scattered over his shoulders, and a purple strange weapon was across his shoulder, the tip of which had already cut through his skin, and the spiritual power of the talisman was like a void in front of the other party.

There is no doubt that if it hadn't stopped the other party, he would have fallen to the ground.

Just as a glimmer of hope arose in his heart, he saw a short-haired young man in a strange costume walking in at the door of the hall carrying a corpse.

The corpse's right hand was unnaturally far away in the air, swaying with the man's footsteps, the same hand he had stepped on.