There are not many villains like him.

The strong wind gradually stopped, the woods gradually stopped, and the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, but the stars and the moon were still missing, and the whole land was still in a dark place, making it difficult for people to tell the direction.

In the depths of the woods stood a tall man. It was dark and he was wearing a black robe. His whole body was almost melted into the darkness, blending into one with the night.

Suddenly, dots of stars appeared in the sky, and the faint starlight was better than nothing, finally adding a few faint lights to the dark night.

With the help of these few stars, I can see the true appearance of the man in black clothes——

A face between a teenager and a young man, but it was extremely handsome, his expression was light and no emotion could be seen, and there was no fluctuation in his star-like eyes at the moment, lifeless like a pool of stagnant water, as if It was as if something had blocked the original brilliance in his eyes.

The demon cultivator still had white lights flashing in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see the movement around him clearly. He didn't hear the response from the person who came, and he was afraid that the other person would be angry and take the knife again, so he hurriedly wiped his eye sockets with his hands, "No, don't be impulsive. You really must not be impulsive! This matter is old... I can really explain it! I can’t see anything now and you wait for me to play! Soon! Just wait a moment!”

The visitor didn't seem to be impatient, I saw his fingers under the wide sleeves lightly twirled, a jet of water suddenly rose out of nowhere, and went straight towards the demon cultivator, who was completely chilled from head to toe , I was stunned for a while before I recovered.

"Say." The man's low voice sounded again, and it seemed particularly long and deep in this empty forest.

After the Moxiu wiped his face a few times, his vision began to become clear. He coughed twice when he saw the person coming, and said, "I originally gathered all sixteen people for you, but just now, you came A group of people came suddenly before, let go of those sixteen people, not to mention old... and even injured me!"

Fearing that the other party would not believe it, he lifted up his sleeves while speaking, stretched out the injured part in front of the other party, and said sadly: "Young Master Qin, I was injured just to help you do something, if you didn't seal me How can I be so easily bullied by those bastards who have lost half of my cultivation base, and even messed up what you told me... Why don't you return my cultivation base first? I'll go find some more for you..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind hit him. He took out his whip to block it, but it didn't work. He was still knocked back several feet by the strong wind blade.

The combination of old and new wounds flared up at this moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and shouted viciously at Tan Hanzhou: "Your surname, Tan, don't bully others too much! You just bully others because your cultivation level is higher than Lao Tzu's! I am in a hurry, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

Tan Hanzhou was expressionless, and slowly walked towards the opponent, and a sword wrapped with black spiritual power ripples quickly took shape in his hand.

Although the demon cultivator yelled with righteousness and confidence, he was actually a master who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When he saw the opponent coming with a turbulent sword intent, he actually wanted to kill him. Even if he was frightened, he kept backing away, "You ...What do you want to do, I have worked so hard for you for two years, how could you treat me like this!"

However, the sword was getting closer and closer to him, and the owner of the sword didn't seem to be moved by his words.

Seeing that the sword-wielding man was within ten feet of him, the surging sword intent was about to hit his chest, and uncontrollably beaded beads of sweat emerged from his forehead. He was terrified. Collapsing to the ground, it seemed futile to do anything in front of absolute power.

In a panic, a spirit bag suddenly rolled out of his cuff and fell between the two of them.

The moon-white spirit bag lay quietly on the ground, with a little dust on the bottom, but it still couldn't cover up its original color, and it looked unusually dazzling in the dark night.

Tan Hanzhou's hand holding the sword paused, looking at the spiritual object bag, his eyes were suddenly stained with some inexplicable warmth, but soon he raised his head, and the warmth in his eyes disappeared.

The demon cultivator prostrated himself on the ground and crawled towards the spiritual object bag. After holding the spiritual object bag tightly in his hand, he raised his head and said eagerly to the other party: "Mr. Tan! I didn't get nothing this time, I took it Here comes this thing!"

Tan Hanzhou looked at the spiritual object bag in his hand, and said lightly: "What I want is sixteen monks, if you can't do it, then go to die."

"Young Master Qin! I snatched this spiritual object bag from the leader of the sixteen monks who let go. Give me another chance! I will definitely find out this person and bring him to you for your disposal." !"

Tan Hanzhou was still unmoved, and moved his sword hand a little closer to the opponent, "Fan Chong, I want sixteen." The implication is that he doesn't even bother with one.

Fan Chong hurriedly opened the spiritual object bag, and all the things in it fell to the ground in a flash.

While rummaging through something that could prove the identity of the person who released the monks, he quickly explained to the other party: "There is more than one person who released the sixteen monks, Mr. Qin just needs to give me another chance to let me go." Find that guy, let alone sixteen monks, I can find you sixty!"

However, Tan Hanzhou didn't seem to have heard of it. He suddenly kicked Fan Chong who was blocking him, and quickly squatted down on the ground and started groping, eagerly looking for something lost.

Fan Chong was kicked aside by the other party. Seeing that Tan Hanzhou was looking for him seriously, he thought about whether he should take advantage of the chaos and run away, but at this moment, Tan Hanzhou suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Where did you come from, this thing?" !"

Fan Chong looked at the other party reflexively, but suddenly saw Tan Hanzhou's dark and frightening face, with a dark red light in his eyes, and his canthus was about to split open, like a bird that was on the verge of rage and might come up to bite him at any time. mad beast.

Fan Chong was so frightened by the other party's appearance that he gasped, and was about to answer, but Tan Hanzhou suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his neck with one hand, lifting him from the ground into the air.

"I'll kill you if you don't tell me!"

His neck was hissed by the other party, Fan Chong was afraid that if he struggled and the other party used a little more force, he would really die, so he desperately made a few vague sounds from the tip of his nose, "I... say, I Say...you, let go first..."

Tan Hanzhou regained some sanity, and when he heard the other party's words, he let go of the hand that strangled the other party's neck, and used his spiritual power to suppress the power that was about to burst out of his body, which did not belong to him.

Fan Chong was savagely thrown to the ground. He covered his neck and coughed while breathing in fresh air gulps. He knew that the other party really wanted to kill him, so he didn't dare to waste any more. Said: "The box in your hand fell out of that spiritual bag..."

Qin Hanzhou picked up the moon-white spiritual object bag at some point and held it in his palm, "Where did the spiritual object bag come from?"

Fan Chong coughed a few more times, and patiently explained: "It was snatched from the leader who let the monks go..."

"What's the name of the leader?"

Fan Chong will not forget that name even if he dies, it is the second person he wants to kill besides Tan Hanzhou!Dang even said quickly, "It's called Bilian Xiao!" Hurry up and find him and kill him, I will lose another enemy!

Tan Hanzhou was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then suddenly laughed softly. His laughter echoed in the dark and empty forest, making people feel creepy.

Fan Chong scolded in his heart, fuck, this motherfucking psychopath!

Since his unlucky encounter with Tan Hanzhou two years ago, he hasn't seen this psychopath go back to normal. In the first half of the year, he occasionally caught sight of the other party looking at the void and silently crying. Afterwards, the tears stopped flowing, and he just became a man. It's a dead face, but tonight, this psychopath started laughing again. Could it be that his mother is terminally ill?

Damn, he's dying, he's dying, hurry up and die!Give me a quick death, this crazy man!If I die so badly, I will be free!

Fan Chong scolded Tan Hanzhou bloody in his heart, but Tan Hanzhou's laughter suddenly stopped.

Tan Hanzhou brought the red-brown box in the other hand to his eyes, which he just found from the pile of fallen things.

This box was given to that person by himself when he was in the Xuanzong Sect Grand Competition two years ago. Tan Hanzhou will never forget in his life, what kind of affection he held to give this box solemnly that day into the hands of the man.

It was also because of this box that he crossed mountains and ridges to Beichuan two years ago, and he confirmed the death of that person without even meeting him face to face.

When he heard the news of the other party's death that day, his heart was ashamed, he left the box in Beichuan and fled.

But now, this box appeared in front of his eyes again, so... can he still have a glimmer of expectation?

"Bi... Lian... Xiao, Bi... Lian... Xiao, Xiao..." Lian Bi...

The spirit bag held in the other hand shattered and fell to the ground in pieces.

In the past two years, he was disheartened. The man died because of him. He blamed himself. He never dared to go to the grave of the other party. He always thought that the other party would turn into a ghost and come back to him, or appear in his dream. Zhong said to him: Tan Hanzhou, I died because of you, but you didn't even have the courage to come to my grave to burn incense. I really misread you...

Even if it is such a reproach, it doesn't matter, as long as that person can appear in front of him.

Ordinary people say that when you dream back at midnight, if you have a person who you miss deeply but is not alive, as long as that person misses you enough and has the same heart, you can see him.

But in the past two years, not once.

Xiao Lianbi never appeared in his dreams.

Like a madman, he tried every means just to meet the other party. Half a year ago, he finally found a forbidden technique called the soul-calling technique in a place of inheritance. Although the resurrection process was a bit cruel, he didn't care, as long as he could revive that person, he could do anything, so he couldn't wait to start preparing everything for this forbidden technique.

But now...it doesn't seem to be necessary.

A strange thought crazily clamored in Qin Hanzhou's mind. The box in front of him had a similar name...

Even if it's a coincidence, even if it's just a sliver of delusion, he wants to go to Beichuan again, and go to the other party's tomb to confirm again!

Once the thought arises, it can never be taken back. Tan Hanzhou carefully put the reddish-brown box back into his spiritual bag, and cast a blank expressionless glance at Fan Chong, who had collapsed on the ground, and said, "Go away!" .”

After hearing this, Fan Chong was not happy, "Young master Qin, I will throw it away after you use it up?" Is this me who you can find so easily and come and go? I still have half of my cultivation in your hands What a fart I am!

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Hanzhou's figure had disappeared into the night, leaving only a sentence in the void, "I will find you if I have something to do."

Fan Chong angrily stood up from the ground, pointed at the direction where Tan Hanzhou disappeared, and cursed, "Tan Hanzhou the dog! Running so fast, you will fall from the cloud sooner or later!" Pooh.