Travel thousands of miles in my life

Yan Wuwu thought inwardly that it was terrible, the room looked spacious, but in fact the place where the two of them were located happened to be in a dead corner, surrounded by walls on three sides, it could be said that there was no escape.He touched the corner of the boy's clothes, and stood a little forward, covering the boy's figure.

As expected of its vicious nature, Ghost Face Killer became vigilant after sensing that trace of internal energy.Inside, a man with a long scar across his face liked this kind of tormenting method very much, so he stood up first.

Seeing that someone had already taken the lead, the rest immediately lost interest. Fearing that the blood would spoil the wine in their cups, they got up early and started to have fun again from the other side.

The man with the scar was holding a dagger in each hand, and was approaching the corner step by step.

"You're so brave, you managed to sneak in here." He slowly sharpened the dagger in his hand that was shining with cold light. mean smile.

As the man with the scar approached, the frightening pressure also came.The few people who were huddled in the corner were all shivering, and those who were less timid had almost rolled their eyes and passed out.

"My, my lord, what are you doing," Rong Chang asked with a trembling voice, he didn't have martial arts, he didn't capture the energy just now, so he didn't understand why the adults turned their faces suddenly, "Yes Speak well..."

"Is it you?" The killer suddenly approached, the sharp dagger lightly slashed against Rong Chang's neck, and the cold iron dangerously cut through the thin skin, bringing creepy fear.Seeing that the panic in the eyes of that long face did not seem to be fake, he said with regret: "No, it's a pity."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the others again.After meeting his eyes, everyone lowered their heads timidly, fearing that they would be the next to be unlucky.

And that long face who had just walked before the gate of hell was so frightened that he couldn't speak anymore. Looking faintly, a small piece of his trousers was wet, and a stench filled the small half of the corner. middle.

Yan Wuxin held his breath, seeing this scene was also a little speechless, this person was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

He didn't deliberately hide behind anyone, he just blocked the young man tightly, leaving a circle of open space around him, which looked particularly conspicuous.

The scarred man glanced around and then fixed on the tall and tall Yan Wuyi. He sharpened the dagger in his hand again, and said with a sneer, "I found it."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Wuwu could only admit that he was unlucky. He didn't want others to be his scapegoats. up.

After the man with the scar identified the target, he seemed to want to have a good time playing. He didn't specify who it was, and slowly approached with a dagger while laughing strangely.There was silence in the room, and the wind seemed to freeze. Several attendants were frightened and did not even dare to breathe.

"I'm going to peel off your skin, and then cut you into pieces one by one." The man said with a smile, "or just bury you alive."

Yan Wuwu tensed up all over, although he was about to make a move.It's just that before he could make a move, he saw a strong wind whizzing past in front of him, and a person suddenly became angry and rushed forward!

The man drew a soft sword that looked like a ruler and a whip from his waist and attacked the scarred man, and he was in front of him in a short time.The scarred man was taken aback, but after all he had experienced hundreds of battles, he blocked it with his backhand, and at the same time drew a silver trajectory with his other hand in an attempt to interrupt the man's offensive and reverse the situation.

Unexpectedly, that person didn't turn back at all, but opened his arms wide open to be slaughtered by him.The dagger of the man with the scar cut through the man's belly, if it was deeper, it could even hook out the intestines.

Yan Wuwu took a closer look, and found that the man was actually a little man who was terribly afraid of ghosts before, but now his eyes were sharp and his shots were fierce, and he was no longer the honest and timid look just now.Looking at the weapon in his hand, although the soft sword is not suitable for slashing and stabbing, it can kill the enemy by cutting and slashing.It can easily cut blood vessels, and when it is swung, it can even be as fast as a whip. Even if it misses a hit, it can be quickly hit by shaking it again, making it hard to guard against.For someone who uses a short dagger like the man with the scar, it can be said to be very restrained.

Although it was the little man who had fallen behind, Yan Wuwu clearly saw that the man with the scar was getting weaker and weaker in his moves, and suddenly realized that the man with the scar was about to exhaust himself.

Sure enough, after one move failed, the little man snorted, and immediately changed his footwork, holding both ends of the soft sword around behind the man with the scar like a ghost, and the soft sword immediately strangled the man like a rope With a force on his neck, a huge bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the neck of the man with the scar, and blood spurted out.Before the scarred man died, he stabbed the little man's stomach with a dagger, and stirred it vigorously with the last of his strength.

All this happened in an instant, and the attendants obviously didn't expect it to turn out like this. The little man fell to the ground slumped while clutching the wound in his abdomen.It was Rong Changlian who reacted the fastest. Although his legs were weak, his movements were not slow.He got up from the ground and ran to the other door—whatever it is, report it to the other adults first, otherwise the death penalty will be inevitable.

It has to be said that Rong Chang's face was a bit quick-witted, but it was this quick-wittedness that killed him.Although the little man was seriously injured, how could he allow him to tip off the news.With a flick of the other hand, the soft sword swished out, passing that long face right through his heart.

The soft sword was firmly nailed to the wall, Rong Chang looked down at his chest in disbelief, and before he could figure it out, he died of exhaustion.At this moment, the little man really lost his strength. He collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath. Blood flowed continuously from between his fingers, and soon stained his skirt and the ground red.

"Why did you kill him?" At this moment, a man appeared in the little man's field of vision, and he steadily sealed several big holes.

The little man turned his eyes blankly to look at that person, who seemed to be an attendant, but also didn't seem to be.He could no longer see clearly, but he still sneered and asked, "Who... are you?"

"My surname is Yan, and my name is Wuwu." The man carefully looked at his wound, then tore off his clothes and wrapped it around it, "I'll send you out to find a doctor."

"You Xia Yan Wuxin?" The little man stopped bleeding and looked much better.He squinted his eyes, temporarily let go of his suspicion after hearing the man's name, but still said with a cold face: "You don't need to spend such effort, just bury me at will."

"Why?" Yan Wuwu was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head to look at the little man's face.If you ignore the beard and makeup used for camouflage, you can find that it is Zhang Qingxiu's young face, which looks like a weak crown at most, "Why do you insist on dying when you are obviously able to live?"

"I have always heard that Yan Youxia is not famous for karma, but I have never thought that we will meet here." The little man's hand covering the wound hangs down weakly. His face is as white as paper at this time, and cold sweat slips from his forehead to his chest. , his whole body was as uncomfortable as falling into an ice cave, he panted and said: "It can't be saved...that knife is coated with poison."

"Mom...I'm so tired." His eyes became more and more distracted, and he muttered something to himself.If you listen closely, you can only hear some words that don't make sentences.In just a few breaths, the little man was exhaling more air than inhaling less, and after his cloudy eyes took a last look at this small room, they lost their brilliance permanently.Yan Wuwu sighed heavily, covered the little man's eyes with his hands, and took off his coat to wrap around his body.

Looking down at his corpse, Gu Ping suddenly panicked. This death was more intuitive and obvious than anything he had seen before.He clearly saw the man's cut belly, the exposed bright red flesh, the sweet and fishy blood, and the eyes full of unwillingness and nostalgia at the end.

He didn't know who this person was, who he died for, and what his past was like, but he felt regretful and terrified for it from the bottom of his heart.Died in such an unknown place, I don't know if someone is still searching for his traces.

"The living is gone, and everything is empty."

The young man raised his head, looked at the man who had neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, and asked softly, "Is this why you are stopped?"

"Yes and no," the man said in a low voice as he carried the little man on his back and walked towards the door: "The me you see now is different from the me in the past. I thought I would take revenge, and I would Slaying enemies, and then jumping off the mountain to reunite with them after drinking a lot of wine. But my father told me that this is not the reason for me to pursue death."

"Everything has a cause and effect. When you get to the bottom of it, everything can be attributed to nothingness." The man said casually, but the young man listened very seriously, "He once taught me that flowers are not flowers, and water is not water. I am human , but after death, it may become a camphor tree, a blue white cloud, or a perch. It is because of this that one can know its spirit by looking at flowers and water. It is also because of this that I will not expect that or Fear of death."

"But since this is the case, death has no meaning." The young man asked puzzledly, "Everyone is immortal."

"Who said that?" The man laughed, "I was dead when I was obsessed with obsession. It was only after I realized the value of life that this is the meaning of death."

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Welcome the little angels to come to the group to play and remind us to change, the house number is [-]