moonlit night

Outside the Huajianjiu, the Bailichang Street is still full of singing and dancing, a prosperous scene of singing, dancing and peacefulness, drunkenness and dreams.

It's just that at some point, the silver light of the cold moon in the sky has already been quietly obscured by black clouds.

The man in yellow with a picture scroll in his sleeve, with a tired look on his face, hurried along the Hundred-mile Long Street. When he reached a remote place, he suddenly turned into a dark and narrow alley. He took it out of his sleeves, held his hands trembling in front of him, and looked at the picture of flute playing and dancing by the stream with the help of the faint light of the fire.

"Jiu Niang, I'm sorry for you," the man frowned, and a look of extreme pain flashed in his heroic eyes staring at the picture scroll, as if talking to himself, or whispering in a lover's voice, "but when I was There is really no way, no way! I owe you so much in this life, and I will pay you back in the next life, I just ask you to rest in peace under the spring, and don't come to me again!"

After saying this, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised the torch in his hand, intending to set the beautiful painting on fire.

At this moment, an accident happened suddenly!

"Destroy!"

A silver needle pierced through the air and whizzed towards it, brushing the hand of the man in yellow and passing by, the air flow brought by it instantly extinguished the fire completely.

Immediately after that came two more, piercing through the night from the left and right roads respectively, piercing straight towards the thick black mist behind the man in yellow.

"Certainly!"

The man was staggered by the little silver needle, and sat upside down on the hard bluestone brick. The moment he fell to the ground, he caught a glimpse of the scene behind him from the corner of his eye. Let yourself be scared to death.

I saw a face looming in the black mist held by the silver needle behind him.

A face covered in knife marks and burnt marks.

Because of the lack of perfect skin, that face was almost dull and expressionless, but in those red eyes that were buried by the scorched black skin, but still faintly visible, there was an obvious, almost crazy hatred.

It's about cramping and biting the bones, devouring it alive, with a monstrous hatred.

On the opposite side of the black mist, the woman in white wearing a curtain hat once again sacrificed three silver awns with her right hand, and with a fancy shape on her left hand, she tapped lightly from the void, but she took out a long sword of brilliance from the void.

"Fairy help me, that monster is going to kill me, I beg Fairy to save me!"

Ning Yuanmei looked down at the man in yellow who was kneeling on the ground begging bitterly, felt some pity in his heart, nodded slightly, and stepped forward with a sword to block between the man and the black mist.

She is a doctor and a person who cultivates the Tao. Since elementary school, she has been the righteous way of heaven and earth, and she loves the common people. Although Zizai Huajianjiu knew something strange when she found this human skin painting, the man in yellow probably did some nasty things. However, along the way, I still can't bear to see someone die in front of my eyes without being moved.

He stopped talking at the moment, raised his hand and floated the picture scroll of Danqing that had gone through the fire and was still intact into the air, and the three silver needles in his right hand shot at the three places at the beginning and end of the picture scroll at the same time, and brought the painting towards the black mist. overturned.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the green light reflected the long night like day for a moment, and the ethereal sword body made the sound of the nine-day phoenix crowing like broken jade in Kunshan under the gentle caress of the woman.

"Go." Ning Yuanmei waved lightly, and the light blade condensed by Biling sword energy whizzed away like a meteor falling to the ground, cutting the black mist into two halves.

It was only after the black mist cleared that it turned out that under the scorched black head, there was still a broken body without limbs, which was also covered with scorched marks. .

Rao Ning Yuanmei has seen countless disabled patients suffering from various intractable diseases. Seeing such a tragic situation, he still couldn't help trembling in his heart, and his eyes when looking at the man in yellow became more and more cold like frost.

"Hiss!" After the black mist, the throat of this monster, which could no longer be called a human being, had been destroyed by the fire, and the only thing it could utter was a hoarse and ugly roar.But even so, when it faced the terrified man in yellow who kept asking "Has it been subdued?", it still kept roaring, as if it had a thousand words to say in such a night. Released in a controlled manner, accusing the unknown past mixed with blood and tears.

"Take it!" The woman in white closed her eyes and concentrated, the long sword in her hand flourished again in the hunting wind, the blue sword shadow was divided into eight, lingering around, completely surrounding the black mist and the picture scroll nailed by three silver needles middle.

The eight-sided sword shadow slowly tightened, and the black mist in the center was forced to shrink slowly under the coercion, and when it touched the Danqing scroll that was close at hand, it made an ear-piercing sound of contact.

In the end, the two merged, and the head in the black mist was completely retracted into the painting after a final growl.

Ning Yuanmei backhanded a little, and the dark red blood that was broken at the index finger was smeared on the painting, adding a touch of color to the ink painting.

In the end, she looked at the picture scroll that was taken back and held in her hand, her eyes flickered endlessly, and her cold and alienated voice echoed in the night for a long time: "I will take this picture to the temple, and ask the master of the Lying Chan Temple to help me." Chanting scriptures to save you. She will not come to trouble you again. However, good and evil will be rewarded, justice is in the hearts of the people, and someone will investigate the whole story in the near future. At that time, please cooperate."

As the beautiful figure in white went away, the embers left by the fight just now gradually dissipated in the deep night, as if nothing had ever happened.

The man in yellow was leaning against the wall of the building beside the street, panting heavily, his expression of disastrous defeat gradually improved after the woman in white left, and even an uncontrollable smile could not help but appear on his lips.

The thing that has been worrying for so long is finally resolved, and everyone will inevitably breathe a sigh of relief, and maybe even find a restaurant for a few drinks if they are more serious.

However, before he could move towards the tavern, a faint flute sound suddenly sounded slowly in the quiet night.

Listening to that tune, it was actually a preparation for playing when I accompanied Jiuniang by the stream.

Not only that, but the sound of the flute seemed to be mixed with a girl's laughter as clear as a silver bell.

She looks very much like Jiuniang, who was only in her cardamom years.

Just when the man in yellow wondered if he had misheard, in the quiet night, there was a strange meow that could make the listener shudder instantly.

"Meow."

The meowing voice was finally no longer vague.

Not far from the entrance of the alley, a black cat whose body was pure black except for four snow-white paws licked its paws gracefully, and after lazily barking, it took small steps and gracefully walked towards this side.

Wuyun Treadxue, the best of cats, psychic by nature, often accompanied by strange things.

It is not surprising that there are cats in this place at night, the man in yellow comforted himself, and then continued to walk towards the outside of the fence as if nothing had happened.

At the beginning, in order to ensure that the painting was completely burned without attracting onlookers because of the flames, the man in yellow purposely chose an extremely remote alley, and this black cat just appeared at the entrance of the alley, so during the march, he could not Avoid a head-on encounter with the black cat.

The moment they passed by, there was nothing unusual.

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before his breath was relieved, there was another melodious singing, swaying and swaying, rippling in the lonely night.

"Prepare for the salary, the three stars are in the sky. Tonight and what evening, see this beloved man. Zi Xi Zi Xi, what is such a beloved man?"

A little girl was sitting with her head up on the high dimly lit surrounding wall, as if she was looking at the stars in the sky, her legs were dangling leisurely, and the white fife in her hand was shaking her head casually to the beat of the music.

Seemingly sensing that the man in yellow had noticed her, the girl paused and looked down.

His eyes were red with blood, just like a ghost Shura.

He read the bloodthirsty excitement and cruelty in those ghostly blood eyes.

She has four hands, two of which are extra long.

The moment he realized this, the man shuddered, his legs gave way and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Zi Xi Zi Xi, what is such a good man?"

The woman sang again, and there was a sweetness and softness in her voice that didn't match her terrifying appearance.

Immediately afterwards, she giggled a few times and jumped off the fence.

The man propped up his legs that were almost softened into a pool of mud, his body was almost stretched into a bowstring and shot outwards, and rushed out of the alley without looking back.

He asked himself that he had never run so fast in his life, but after running for a long time, he still couldn't complete the alley that was only a few hundred meters away. That is the other shore that he will never reach.

The sweet voice of the girl behind her was getting closer, accompanied by the meowing of cats and the rustling of limbs touching the ground.

She was repeating: "Such a beloved, what can I do?"

Then he giggled again, asking himself and answering: "Dug out your eyes, cut off your limbs, and plug all your seven orifices. It's very wonderful to boil it, fry it, or fry it."

The man was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were almost torn apart, but at this moment, his legs seemed to be filled with a thousand catties of lead, and he couldn't take another step.

He lowered his head and looked down, his face was twisted to the extreme, his lips parted and twitched uncontrollably, and his lower body was instantly wet.

Two pale, withered hands grabbed his ankles tightly, and then pulled hard, pulling the man's body and pulling him to the ground, and then dragged him back at a fast speed.

"Fairy save me! Come on, help me! Help!" The man yelled desperately while breaking his hands on his ankles, but until the force of dragging back stopped by himself, his throat-rending Even the calls failed to call even one person.

"You can scream? It's okay, just keep screaming, and no one will come if you break your throat, just don't worry." The girl patted his face with a smile, and sat on the man's broad back with her buttocks, Pulling up the man's hair with one hand and forcing him to look back, he began to touch his limbs with the other hand, and at the same time he casually called out to Wuyun Mao, who had tilted his head to the side and waited for a long time: "I don't have much experience in dealing with such a weak person. Do it all at once!" It’s not good even if you die, liu slave, you come first.”

The cat was not polite, walked proudly in front of the man, stared at his tear-filled eyeballs with human-like green eyes for a while, as if thinking about what to do.

The man's hands and feet are under the control of others, and his scalp hurts so much that he has to endure the cat's eyes in a twisted posture. He can't see the horrible scene behind him, he only feels the tenderness touching his body and finally stops. Hearing the sweet tone of the little girl at the shoulder, I couldn't help but start to think differently, raised my head and said: "This girl, I have no grievances or enmity with you, I wonder if I have denied the wrong person today? If it's just for fun, why not let it go first, let it go, if there is a chance in the future, ah!!!"

Two eyeballs, with blood and tears gushing down, were gouged out from the eye sockets by sharp claws. The cat smelled the two white things that rolled on the ground at will, licked them, and threw them aside again.

Before the man could recover from the pain, another burst of bone-piercing pain came from his shoulders and thighs.

"You cut off her two arms with a sword. Today I use my hand, and the pain is doubled."

The girl broke his arms with one hand.

"Both legs, smashed with a stone hammer. Don't be so troublesome today, she will come in person."

Two withered and severed hands at the ankles, and the other two of the limbs were severed.

This time the man didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, endless blood spurted out from the port, and soon stained the bluestone street below him red.

The cat licked the blood on the ground, shook its tail in dissatisfaction, then jumped to the cut, and tipped its head to drink the freshly spewed blood.

"River slave, does the blood of a heartless man taste good?" The girl pinched her nose and got off the twitching man, kicked the Wuyun cat who was drinking blood happily, and then rushed at the two withered hands at the ankles. He smiled and greeted: "Ah Jiu, are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, you can start playing the tune."

As she spoke, she rubbed her chin and said to herself: "I'm not satisfied. There is still a burnt and scratched process. But setting fire here is still a bit noisy. The new batch of little devils I raised I've been hungry for a long time, how about I give my beloved a try of Hundred Ghosts Eater today?"

The soaring ghostly aura rose from the northeast direction. Seeing this, Liang night on the terrace put the telescope in his hand into the hand of the attendant, and walked quickly to the observation platform in the southwest direction, while whispering to another attendant beside him. Confession: "Go back first and tell the Pavilion Master that the hunter in the northeast has been captured, and the prey in the southwest will reach the expected location. Everything is proceeding smoothly as planned."

After finishing speaking, a gloomy look flashed in Liang Xiao's eyes. She pulled out the pearl hairpin on her hair and dipped it in cinnabar, drew a few strokes on the colored paper she had prepared before handing it to the attendant: "Make sure to hand it over to the Pavilion Master tonight."