Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Relying on the occasional moonlight and his memory of the direction he came from, Shen Fang walked between the staggered high and low ridges.

After walking for half a stick of incense, I didn't see anything unusual.As vision is blocked by the thick fog, and the surroundings are silent except for the sound of the river, Shen Fang's intuition and inspiration become extremely sensitive and delicate.

He always felt that there were pairs of eyes hiding behind the fog, looking at him maliciously.If the dense fog cleared up in an instant, the scene he would see would be terrifying.

Another leap in the air, Shen Fang, dressed in white, landed on a roof tile covered with asphalt. If it wasn't for stirring up the fog shadow, he would just be able to become one with the dense fog through whiteness, making it difficult to be noticed—— Unless, someone can still see clearly in this thick fog.

Looking to the west, a row of extremely irregular black shadows stood motionless in the mist.

It is the peach grove.

Shen Fang, who didn't dare to rush to other areas, returned to the street where he bought jewelry today.He raised his eyes suddenly, like a conditioned reflex, and looked towards the end of the long street with his breath held.

Something seemed to have just passed by there.Like a dying candle, but also like a white butterfly wing.

Shen Fang couldn't explain why such tiny things could be seen from such a long distance.In the current situation, he was afraid that he was not thinking carefully enough, and he was also afraid that he was thinking too much.

What is more terrifying than darkness and blades is the fearful imagination of the unknown.

What is Zhuang Li doing in this fog?Do you want to meet someone?

Shen Fang turned around with the sword in his chest——it was that dangerous inspiration again, which sent a chill down his back.This time, Shen Fang saw clearly that it wasn't candlelight or butterfly wings, but a pale lantern that flew past the ground and disappeared without a trace.

If he was wearing the Yu Linglong on Nangong Fuyun's body, he might have risked chasing after him, but now, when he sees a little bit of strange things, he runs wildly chasing them in the fog without hesitation.

Just when he stopped decisively and continued to look at the long street, there was a silver light above his head.

He raised his head slightly, and saw that the thick fog above his head seemed to be divided into two by the high-altitude wind, revealing a line of clear night sky.Under the bright and clear crescent moon, there were two silver clouds floating, as if they were attracted by the strange fog here, to join in the fun.

The dead silence on the ground faded a bit, and Shen Fang was about to take advantage of this moment to take a deep breath, but he heard a series of thin footsteps on the street from far to near.

Someone was strolling along the street, not in a hurry, as if walking after eating.

Shen Fang lowered his head, but saw a familiar face - it was the woman who wanted to steal his cloth bag at the jewelry store today.

The first thought in Shen Fang's mind was: Is it a human or a ghost?

Just as he was thinking this way, the woman looked up and saw him too.

The woman's delicate facial features are still there, her limbs are still healthy, and her clothes are neat - Shen Fang is not sure whether a ghost should be so neat and tidy.

He didn't speak, neither did the woman, but her eyes clearly told Shen Fang: I know you.

Immediately afterwards, the woman raised her right arm upwards, Shen Fang squinted her eyes, tensed her body, and turned her right wrist lightly—but the woman just raised her finger and pointed to the end of the long street.

Shen Fang didn't subconsciously look at where she was pointing, and still stared at her.

The woman seemed to be aware of his thoughts, her beautiful eyes were full of understanding, and the next moment, her whole body dispersed into mist and merged into the surroundings.

Moonlight disappeared.Dense fog filled the gap in the sky again.

Shen Fang waited for a few seconds, jumped onto the opposite roof, ran along the ridge, between ups and downs, towards the end of the long street.

The street was longer than he thought. He passed the rows of houses, and saw the roofs under his feet changed from gray tiles to limestone, and then to bundles of grass.

He finally stopped. There was a dark alley under his feet, and a small dilapidated yard at the other end. Shen Fang at the tip of his nose first smelled a mixed smell of excrement and urine, which made his nose wrinkle, and then , and heard something panting in the yard again, inaudible, but clear enough.

Shen Fang squatted down along the half of the remnant wall, trying to get a better grasp of the situation in the yard that was not quite right - sure enough, the woman pointed in this direction for no reason.

No matter what is lying in the corner of the yard and gasping for air, it will not be in a good state, because a strong smell of blood gradually covers the whole yard.

The panting stopped abruptly.

Shen Fang was thinking, could it be death, when he heard a woman whispering: "Help, save me..."

In the next second, a bright sword light flew across the center of the courtyard like a shooting star, and the mist seemed to escape and scattered in all directions.Without the resistance of the dense fog, the sword light illuminated everything below in two seconds.

Shen Fang saw a half-collapsed stable, inside the stable there were several children lined up on several broken mats side by side.If it weren't for their protruding eyes, wide open mouths, blood on their lips and chins, pitted chests and abdomens, minced meat and blood sauce scattered on their sides, at a glance, they would have thought these beggars were sleeping.

Outside the stables, leftover food and garbage were piled up on the ground and on broken wooden tables.

And the owner of the gasping, distressing voice curled up in the corner, twitching a little crazy.

She lowered her head slightly, and Shen Fang only felt that her features were familiar, and without thinking about it, he realized that this woman was also dying—half of her chest was bloody and bloody, like a ravine plowed by a plow, her abdomen and those Like a beggar, it was roughly cut open, exposing a small section of intestines.

"help me."

She is hopeless.

"..." Shen Fang's brows became a little more hostile, and he sighed silently, clenched his sword tightly, and drew half of it, "Is it a human or a beast who did these things? Why would they have no resistance against a group of people? How could they offend such a beggar? "

"That woman...what's the relationship with them...how did she suddenly disappear into the mist..."

He flicked the sword with his left hand, and there was a clanging sound, and at the same time, there was a muffled sound from the ground, which was the sound of a skull hitting the ground.

Shen Fang used the sword energy to disperse the woman's heart veins, saving her from that kind of inhuman pain.

At this moment, something rushed to the stables and aimed at Shen Fang head-on.Shen Fang instinctively jumped to the other side, and felt that thing rushing towards the position where he was standing just now, like a wild beast pouncing on food!

There were several clatters, and the remnant wall couldn't bear the violent impact, and suddenly collapsed and shattered.

The courtyard was filled with gray smoke and white mist for a while, but it was not because of Shen Fang's sword energy, but because of the beast that came out suddenly and had a lot of hostility towards Shen Fang.

Gray smoke outlines the outline of that thing, it is a giant snow-white wolf that stands on all fours and is as high as Shen Fang.It has a thick coat and looks very majestic and burly.

It was a real beast!

The white wolf's pupils were foggy, like a nightmare, and from the corner of its slightly grinning mouth, blood that didn't belong to it dripped continuously.

For Shen Fang, now is not the time to think about the ins and outs.He drew out the Yiwei sword, gazed at the moonlight flowing over the sword, and thrust three swords into the void.

Jianguang and moonlight intertwined into a lavender net and flew towards the white wolf.Just when the purple and white were about to touch, the white wolf's body scattered like goose feathers, falling like snowflakes.

The white wolf is just a living phantom.

The light and thick snow fell on the eyeballs of those beggars, fell on their mouths that began to emit stench, fell on their abdominal cavities, and fell in the blood red.

The color of blood is covered by the color of snow, and the killing is covered by purity.

Snow finally covered the entire courtyard, reminding Shen Fang of his confrontation with the remaining sword energy in the Huangxue Sword that day.

"who are you?"

He tried to talk to the person hiding somewhere behind the white wolf.

no answer.

"Zhuang Li."

A trace of forbearable irritability flashed in his eyes, and he tried to say the name.

The heavy snow fell silently, but there was still no reply.

Shen Fang's eyes fell on the woman who had just died in the courtyard. At this time, her eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with frost and snow, and her lips seemed to be covered with icing sugar, but her face was so clear.

It was the woman who tried to steal in the jewelry store, and it was also the woman who suddenly appeared on the long street and disappeared suddenly.

There are some things in this world that people don't understand.Shen Fang didn't understand how that woman could appear on that long street in an instant, and then come back here immediately.Maybe at the last moment of her soul's remains, she sensed Shen Fang's slightly familiar aura, and rushed to him to ask for help?

So, what he saw on the street was really not a person, but a ghost?

In the next second, the white mist filled the air again, covering the courtyard.There were a few footsteps outside the courtyard, and when he walked to the bottom of Shen Fang, there was no more movement.

Without hesitation, Shen Fang swept out with a sword.The visitor's reaction was also extremely fast, he took a few big steps back, leaning his back against the corner of the wall, and the turbulent sword energy passed over his chest, still bringing out a tingle of pain.As if annoyed by the sting, the tiger eyes of the visitor locked on Shen Fang, and immediately fought back.

Two white figures rushed up the narrow alley, stirring up the fog along the way.The white mist condensed into water vapor due to the sudden rise in temperature, and for a while, both of them felt the stickiness of the air, as if their bodies stiffened and sluggish a lot.

Collided, separated, and hedged again, accompanied by the sound of gold and stone.

The man paused slightly, and said in a rough voice, "I didn't expect Lianyuncheng to have such a good swordsmanship."

Shen Fang recognized that the other party was using two scimitars. At this moment, he noticed the peculiar accent of the other party, and was even more surprised. It was not the accent of the seven states of Liang Guo...

The man seemed to be aroused to be barbaric, and rushed to Shen Fang again, "I will arrest you and return to the Northern Wilderness to be my slave!"