Lang Zhong, who was asleep, suddenly woke up, his eyes widened, his entire face was twisted and bruised due to pain, and he waved his arms in the air as if he had a soul asking for his life, and his hands were bruised and twitched. Mo'er exclaimed, trying to calm her grandfather, but everything was in vain.

The farmer immediately turned and ran away.

"Don't go out!" Xie Junhe let out a long shout and hooked up his sword by the door.

But it was too late, and when he saw the burly body fixed at the door, he went to the door and fell. A poisonous crossbow sealed his throat.

Xie Junhe pressed down the stunned Mo'er and rolled into the dead corner. Almost at the same time, several other crossbows came in through the door and grazed his arm.

Lang Zhong's lips opened and he spat out a word: "Iron Dust Trick ......" Then, a large mouthful of black blood poured out of his mouth, and after a while, he lost his breath.

Xie Junhe hid in the corner, pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand and covering the child's eyes with the other, secretly breathing. The bowl of water that he drank earlier was also poisoned. At this time, there were clearly two strange forces facing each other in his body, making his whole body weak and unable to move lightly. He understood: if he hadn't drunk the old man's sip of wine on the bamboo raft earlier, he was afraid that he would have died on the spot.

Mo'er stole a glance at him through his fingers, and with a silent gesture in return, the child understood.

After a short break, cold sweat poured out of his body, and the two forces were depressed at the same time, and there was no trace of them.

At this time, the sound of slow footsteps sounded outside the house, gradually approaching the house. Xie Junhe quietly moved to the door. Ten steps, seven steps, five steps...... Hold your breath and wait for your prey to come closer. Three steps, two steps. The footsteps stopped suddenly, and I don't know what I was hesitating.

In an instant, like thunder, the sword light flashed, splashing a blood flower. The man in white at the door glared at him with disbelief, but he had no power to fight back, and he fell, still not looking. The killer was careless after all.

He told Mo'er to stay where he was and wait for him, and he went out to find out the situation.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded, and a white figure riding a horse swept past him, as fast as lightning. Xie Junhe wanted to chase after him, ran two or three steps but stopped suddenly, and just when he hesitated, the white shadow had disappeared behind the low wall. Looking up at the moonlight, he was sure that he had not been mistaken, the dazzling weapon that pointed at the sky must be a silver leaf gun. How can it be?

The lights of the villagers have been extinguished, and even the roosters and dogs are no longer heard. The heart gradually fell, fell, and fell into the bottomless abyss. This kind of dead silence was all too familiar to him. One by one, they pushed open the courtyard door, walked in, and came out again. Six families, not a single one is left alive, even women and children, even livestock. Either he died under a cross dart, or his neck was strangled by an unknown murder weapon. There is more than one killer.

Startled, he rushed back. But I could hear the screams of the last child under the courtyard wall.

"Stop!" Xie Junhe didn't care much, and jumped into the courtyard as soon as he turned over and stepped on the gap in the low wall. A ghostly white shadow grinned hideously, and the thin straight steel wire glistened in the moonlight. The sword is in sight. The white shadow let go of its hand and ran onto the roof under the threat of the sword light, as light as if it had wings.

Xie Junhe stepped forward without stopping, the tip of the sword hooked, and with a hard pull, the wire almost fell into his palm. Unexpectedly, there was a sharp pain in the palm, and he couldn't help but let go, and the force on the blade tightened, and the steel wire instantly ejected back, brushing the blade, and sparks burst out. When he looked down and saw the blood on his hands, he realized that this steel wire was secretly sharp, and he did not lose the sword.

It's another fight. Although the killer did not attack, he had the ability to see the moves, and although Xie Junhe's sword was extremely fast, every sword missed. Always scruples about wanting to keep a living, he can't make too ruthless moves, and the two of them are on par with each other. Finally grabbed the flaw and slammed the sword at the opponent's wrist, rolled the blade of the sword, and grabbed the thin steel wire, but unexpectedly, when he passed by, something shook out of his arms and was also taken away by him. Worst. It was the map that Chu Tao entrusted to him.

With a whistle, I suddenly saw countless white lanterns fluttering towards the village. The killer smiled coldly, and now that he had achieved his goal, he flew into the night and disappeared.

Mo'er screamed in horror: "Ghost, there are really ghosts!"

Is it a ghost? Xie Junhe was also confused, the white lantern was not mentioned, but it seemed to be commanded by someone to gather, and it was clear that it was extinguishing and flickering in the cold wind. Yellow paper money flew all over the sky like snowflakes, the wind was like a knife, and in the dark night fog, there seemed to be a long shadow of a white robe flying and shaking in the distance, as light and swift as a ghost. It's like being in a ritual. It was the ghosts who paid tribute to the villagers? At this moment, the fire ignited, bursting from every corner, and the blood-like red light engulfed the entire village, and even the entire sky.

In a moment of surprise, a group of white shadows suddenly appeared in front of him, and the momentum was violent. Mo'er screamed in a panic. Jun He spun around and plunged into the bushes on his back, and silver crosses flew overhead like drops. Under the vast moonlight, the extremely bleak paper masks formed a particularly hideous face.

Escape! Whether these are humans or ghosts, he can't defeat them, not to mention that he must ensure the safety of Mo'er.

Covered by the bushes and obscured by the branches, he kept looking for the next place where he could dodge the attack.

However, these ghosts never ceased to haunt him, and everywhere he looked, there was always this terrifying shadow hurrying by: suddenly jumping out of the darkness, exchanging a move and a half and then passing away. From time to time, the light of a weapon passed in front of him, and he couldn't see exactly what it was, only that it was more than just a cross dart, and he didn't have time to think about it.

There is no horse, no picture, and in the light of the sword, there is a lot of danger. He could only rely on the sword in his hand and run all the way on his two legs.

I don't know which way to run, I just know that if I stop, I will be surrounded by the ghost, and I will be dead.

He remembered the old man's words, there were many ghosts, and he died for life. He was sure that it was not a ghost, but in his heart he felt a hundred times more terrifying than a ghost.

What was it that made him so agile? So that he didn't hear anything when he was talking to people in the house, and the villagers were killed one by one.

What kind of martial arts is it that can make his fast sword sword soar into the air?

What kind of power can follow him all the way, forcing him not to relax for a moment?

I don't know how far I ran, but the ghost still flickered in the distance from time to time. There are only two things left in my mind, one is to run, and the other is to use my sword to block the killing intent that may appear at any time. As he ran, he felt that the soles of his feet were as light as if he were stepping on clouds, and he almost doubted that if he continued to run like this, he would become the white shadows that suddenly appeared.

As the sky began to brighten, the sunlight cast deep into the dense forest, leaving the shadows of the trees all over the ground. The fog in the mountains and forests gradually lifted. Climb the hill and look into the distance, only to find that Duanjiazhai is close in front of you. The last child on his back slept soundly: after being frightened all night, it should be time to be tired. Putting down the child, the soles of his feet were weak, and he himself lost the strength to move, and fell into the soft weeds. The shadows of the trees in front of him swayed, as if there were human tracks.

sighed and thought: If it is still the phantom that can't be shaken off, it will really be dead and have no complaints.

When he turned over, drowsiness hit, and he didn't want to care about anything or move.