Finally, at night, everything was silent. It was so quiet that every star light went out, and every star didn't hear a word. Except for the breath of sleep, even the insects dare not exist.

Ghost-like shadows flashed from all the courtyards, changing into white robes, the sword light was revealed, and the murderous aura was cold in the heart. The cold light quietly tore apart the night, and the blood flowed silently, without a shout, without resistance, like a silent slaughter. You can only hear the gurgling of blood and the roar of the sword. It was as if all life was to be erased silently.

Sha Fei curled up behind the firewood and stared at his eyes, covering his mouth desperately, for fear of leaking a trace of gasp - he just followed Shen Yanfei's instructions, put sweat medicine in the Qi family's dinner, and opened the back door of the Qi family. Shen Yanfei told him that if they wanted to make Qi Ye compromise, they would be willing to retreat behind the scenes, and get the power of the Qi family, and robbing while it was hot was their only chance. Shen Yanfei said that he held Qi Tianqiao firmly in the palm of his hand, and Qi Heng was far away, which was enough to get rid of it with Qi Ye's hand.

But things were not as he thought, when the smell of blood seeped through every crevice, he finally knew what he had done! The white shadow that Cheng Yunhe was worried about in private had infiltrated and evolved into a bloodbath. The old companions never woke up again.

Originally, he was supposed to wait for Shen Yanfei outside Qi Ye's courtyard at this time, but he was not stupid - the only chance was to leave immediately. But when he slipped back here, he found that the exit had already been guarded by the white-clothed holy envoy. The strong smell of tung oil gradually overshadowed everything—was this something?

A big hand slammed open the firewood: "Heh, there's a mouse here!"

Shafei hurriedly attacked, but the blade of the sword could not sweep smoothly.

"Yo, this mouse will bite!" Fire Butterfly's thick eyebrows rippled with murderous intent, and he had firmly grasped Shafei's blade like pinching the tail of a mouse.

"Look at the sword!" Sha Fei was the master of the Qi family, and suddenly turned the blade and slashed it from the other side. But the fire butterfly had already taken precautions and took a few steps back. Seeing the momentum, Sha Fei was advancing step by step, and swept with a quick sword one after another, attacking the key points with swords and swords, forcing the fire butterfly to retreat faster.

Suddenly, the fire butterfly stopped, laughed fiercely, and Tarzan struck a blow. It was the moment when Sha Fei's fast attack was exhausted, only listening to the sound of metal breaking, only a broken blade was left in Sha Fei's hand.

The white-clothed holy envoys rushed up and surrounded him in a gap five steps square. More than a dozen blades were pointed at his chest and back.

Unable to escape. Fire Butterfly snorted coldly: "Let Lao Tzu think about it, how to kill you is interesting?"

A shrill roar burst out from this small body, waking up the night. But only the wind chimes under the eaves sounded crisply, making the only response.

Shen Ye wanted to spare your life, but your kid was lucky enough to fall into my hands, give you a good time!"

In a stunned and frightened state, the fire butterfly waved his hand, and several swords were fired concurrently, and blood was splattered on the spot.

At the same time, Shen Yanfei pushed open the door of Qi Ye's bedroom with all his might.

"Yan Fei, what's the matter?" Qi Ye didn't have time to put on his clothes, and in his panic, he lit the oil lamp in the house.

The oil lamp reflected the tip of the silver leaf gun, and the silver light shone directly on Shen Yanfei's face, which was as white as paper, and the deep cheek lines carved a hard smile. Behind him, the heat was pressing and the flames were raging. Dressed in white robes, he looks like a demon from hell.

Qi Ye's heart sank: "Could it be ...... They're going to ......"

"No, it's not them, it's me. ”

"You?" Qi Ye retreated to the side of the bed in fear, wanting to take the hanging sword. "Someone ...... coming"

No one came.

Shen Yanfei said word by word: "It's time for a break, Qi Ye." ”

"Bastard, it's in vain that I believe you so much!" As soon as the hilt of the sword was in his hand, the silver leaf spear was already locked in his throat. "Boy, you're still tender!" In the blink of an eye, the sword flickered, and three virtual and real moves were conjured at the same time, directly attacking the upper, middle and lower three ways. Lichen swordsmanship is long in rapid changes, virtual and real are unpredictable, moves are unpredictable, and even if they can be expected, they may not be able to be connected, so for several years, Qi Ye has only relied on a sword to shock all directions, and it is difficult to meet opponents. Although Shen Yanfei wanted to strike first, he had to switch from offense to defense.

However, Qi Ye never made a second move.

A terrible feeling of drowsiness and numbness permeated his body.

He suddenly understood why he always felt sleepy these days, and why the white shadow had come like a nightmare every night, and why Cheng Yunhe had to be removed, and the scene outside the house.

"Shen Yanfei, you are indeed the poisonous snake that Chu Tao painstakingly buried next to my pillow!"

"Your vision is really not good, one looks wrong at me, and the other looks wrong at Chu Tao. Shen Yanfei knew that he had a plan, and laughed loudly, "When death comes, it is still wrong." There is no such person as Shen Yanfei in the world - I thought that when you saw this silver leaf gun, you should know. But I really overestimated you. If Chu Tao is willing to help me, how can you use this human head until today! I hate Chu Tao for repeatedly blocking me, and pity your stubborn head, there is no distinction between friend and foe. ”

"If you weren't Shen Yanfei, who should you be?"

"Originally, there was no need to go through a lot of trouble, but after so many years of hatred, there must be a clear explanation!" Shen Yanfei glanced outside the house and sneered again, what did he remember?

Outside, the fire was raging. A steaming heat wave swept everything. The curtains of the bed in the house were also stained with sparks, dancing desperately in the heat. In the flames, only Shen Yanfei stood motionless, as if he was not from the world.

"You ......" Qi Ye stared at his vicious smile, staring at the cold tip of the spear, his face frozen to ash. He seemed to remember something, sealed in the grave of memory, and now suddenly resurrected. You are...... He shuddered at the thought of himself, lifted the pillow and took out a quaint parchment scroll, on which the writing was crooked like an earthworm - "You, you gave me ......"

"That's right, I told you back then, this was found from the Beacon Fire Ridge, so that the demon shadow has been haunting the Qi family's ghost since then. But—you didn't expect it, this is the book of demons, and the book has long been quenched with poison, waiting for the greedy to seek their own evil results! As for me, I am a long-dead soul who came out of the fire!"

The parchment scroll slipped to the ground, and Qi Ye's face changed drastically - obviously Shen Yanfei's intentions were not in the past two days, and the poison he was in should have penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He couldn't come out of the sword for a long time, but he didn't realize it and was careless. He leaned against the bed frame and held himself weakly: "So, you want me to die the same way as a burial?"

Shen Yanfei's eyes were full of murderous green light, and he smiled faintly: "This burning courtyard will be your coffin and your grave, are you satisfied?" Even the suicide note has been prepared for you: night after night, you are haunted by unjust souls, all because of many years of evil, and you have a lot of blood debts. I know that my guilt is unforgivable, and I can't thank the world unless I die!"

Whew, a piece of letterhead was thrown in front of Qi Ye's heels. His seal was scarlet, and his own handwriting was black, but not a word came from his hand. This scene, Shen Yanfei has been planning for a long time.

"You're ruining my reputation!"

"What other reputation do you have?"

Qi Ye suddenly said hoarsely: "Yan Fei, do you know how I have treated you all these years?

"For the sake of all these years, I can reward you with all your corpses!"

When the words fell, the silver leaf spear rolled abruptly, like a silver snake entangled, Qi Ye's wrist hurt, and the sword had been picked up. With a counterattack, the spear and sword turned into one, stabbing at Qi Ye's chest like lightning.

The old man's eyes were closed, and there was no resistance.

Sooner or later, it is inevitable that you will die. It's just fate.