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"Murderer! Help!" The young man shouted while running, although he knew that no one would come forward to save them.

An Er jumped up and stood in front of them with a fierce look on his face, but when his eyes fell on the young man, he looked like a villain in the market.

"Jun Xiaoqi, I haven't seen you in six years, don't you even know your name?"

Jun Xiaoqi gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Bastards that are not as good as pigs and dogs, I will give you some money to buy a coffin." He raised his hand and shot a few copper coins through the air.

An Er swung his long sword, the copper coins fell to the ground, and said coldly, "I'll kill them all."

The strong man took the order and rushed forward with a punch.Surprised and angry, Uncle Liu pushed Jun Xiaoqi and Liangfeng away panting, standing up to block the strong man's way, even if he had to die, he wanted to win a chance for them.

"Xiaoqi Liangfeng, run!"

Just as the punch was about to hit Uncle Liu's chest, suddenly, two figures, one white and one green, flashed in, and the strong man who bore the brunt flew out immediately and fell heavily to the ground. He fell to the ground, vomited blood, and was unable to get up again.

However, this was not over yet, and the man in white picked up the bamboo pole from the shelf on the side of the road, and in the miserable wailing, the bamboo pole passed through the stomach of a strong man.

In this way, he picked up the bloody body and threw it straight at An Er.

An Er's complexion turned pale, and he avoided this scene in extreme danger. He didn't know who the man in white was, but he knew Mo Bai. He clenched the sword in his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Mo Bai, what a coincidence!" .”

Mo Bai glanced at him and hummed lightly, ignored him, but turned around and walked towards Liangfeng and the others.

Seeing Mo Bai ignoring him, An Er looked at Ghost Killer again, and felt a cold sweat running down his spine for no reason. The inexplicable fear made him subconsciously want to run away, and he did run away.

Ghost Killer jumped up and kicked him several feet away.

"An Er, today I will wash away your sins and filth in the name of offering sacrifices to the moon." He was dressed in fluttering clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, playing with the drumstick wrapped in red cloth in his hand, and his calm voice was as frosty as ice. It makes people shudder.

Six years ago, he was the son of flowers.

Six years later, he is the priest of the moon. His responsibility is to protect the safety and happiness of his clansmen, but now he wants to kill the enemy, kill the black-robed man and liberate the souls of thousands of clansmen who are trapped. How ironic and sad .

An Er looked at the man in white who looked like a ghost, and his fear and uneasiness grew stronger. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger with a cold light fell from his sleeve silently into his hand.

Immediately, he leapt up, attacked Guisha, and roared, "Who the hell are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost."

"Muyue family rules, those who speak rudely to the priests will be killed without mercy."

Ghost Killer leaned slightly, deliberately let the dagger cut the veil, and then slapped An Er's shoulder blade with another palm.This palm came out with hatred and grief in his heart, exhausted all his strength, how could the inevitable An Er bear it?

"what!"

The scars on that face...

Not allowing him to react from his astonishment, the sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

An Er rolled his eyes in pain, and his whole body was limp on the ground, his whole body twitching.

Guisha squatted down, picked up the dagger and slashed An Er's face lightly: "Oh, I was so surprised to see my face. It seems that Feng Nu didn't tell you that I was back after returning. Hey, back then you I still remember clearly the feeling of being cut on my body one by one, how can I repay you this 'big favor' and make you like me?" It was just a broken skin, but the dagger in his hand didn't move, just scratched back and forth on the wound, making the pain aggravated bit by bit until the white bones were exposed.

"Do you believe it now?"

An Er couldn't make a sound from the pain, and finally called out the person's name in despair: "Jun...Jun Mojin..." He believed it, he believed it, in fact, he believed it a little when Feng Nu said it, but he still held a little bit of it in his heart. Fortunately, after all, Jun Mojin did die back then.

Ghost Killer grabbed his chin and made him look directly at his face: "An Er, do I look good?"

An Er shuddered, he only wanted to die now, because the person in front of him was too scary, he couldn't guess how he would take revenge, he was not Jun Mojin, he couldn't live to endure torture, all he wanted was speed die.

Ghost Killer's face suddenly became ghastly, his black eyes were full of viciousness and resentment, and his backhand hit An Er's face with two drumsticks, smashing his mouth full of teeth.

"Hmm... please... please..." The whole face was swollen all of a sudden, and the broken teeth mixed with blood slowly flowed out.

"Now beg me, when the clansmen knelt down and begged you, how did you do it? Your life is your life, but theirs is not? And did I allow you to commit suicide! One by one you see me and think I want to die, I'm not a man-eating tiger, don't you forget the happy memories of the few of us getting along together?" Ghost Killer's eyes showed regret, but the dagger in his hand scratched his wrist mercilessly, across His hamstring.

An Er shook his head feebly, this man is no longer normal, he is just a lunatic.

Ghost Killer smiled and said, "Thanks to you, I can't even hold the sword firmly in my hand, so I can't give you a good time with a single sword, I can only slowly let them bleed and die slowly like this. "This is also the reason why he doesn't like to use the sword now. Soon after holding the sword, his wrist becomes sore and weak. It's not as strong as bare hands.

"From childhood to adulthood, I thought I treated you well. You hate me because of Huarong, so you can attack me alone. But why are you so cruel? Those are family, family and friends who watched you grow up. How can you You are so cruel that you bring outsiders to destroy your own clan? How can you be so cruel! Where is your heart, is your heart still there? Hahaha..."

An Er wished that there would be a crack in the ground to bury him at this moment, because the creepy laughter was like a poisonous maggot attached to the bone, and it kept lingering in his ears, so that he could no longer hear what Ghost Killer was saying. I only felt the cold dagger cut his clothes and pressed against his chest.

"For six years, I, who was thinking about you, how could I let you die so easily, keep your heart, and die together when the three of you get together." After saying that, the dagger plunged into his chest, but did not hurt his heart.

Then, Ghost Killer bit his finger, put a drop of blood between An'er's forehead, and silently chanted a mantra in his mouth, and soon, the drop of blood hid in An'er's body.

An Er stared blankly at the sky, boundless despair hit him, the scenes of six years ago were repeated in front of his eyes, and what Jun Mojin had endured at that time, this time it was for him to empathize with him, day and night until death.

"Oh, my poor clansman, my blood and my soul are full of hatred, how can I wash away your sins and filth for you?"

Mo Bai came over and gently held Ghost Killer's hand: "If you live for revenge, then I will accompany you on this road." Although Ghost Killer hasn't told him what's going on, looking at all this Well, he could already guess what was going on, he had always disliked Huarong's group, but he never thought that they would be so devoid of conscience.

The former Jun Mojin was gentle and elegant, not vulgar, with a pair of black eyes that were always as clear as water, but it was not the kind that was high above and untouchable. the goodness of man.

But what exactly did this group of people do to turn the once graceful young man into what he is now, so vicious and violent.

Apart from being distressed, he blamed himself, if back then...

The warm current like a spring breeze poured into his body continuously, which gradually eased Guisha's impetuous mood. He took a deep breath, put down his veil and broke away from his hand, politely and distantly: "I'm fine, thank you."

Jun Xiaoqi, who had been stunned by the side for a long time, finally came back to his senses, and looked at the ghost in disbelief, but Liu Bo was already kneeling on the ground in tears.

Seeing Uncle Liu kneeling on the ground, Liang Feng also smiled and knelt beside him, making Mo Bai shake his head and sigh.

Ghost Killer dragged An Er who was in a half-dead state: "Get out of here first."

After being separated for several years, there is too much to say to each other, but after the trouble now, this small town can no longer accommodate them.

Outside the town, a small ruined temple.

Mo Bai sat by the fire and looked after the cool breeze, while Liu Bo and Jun Xiaoqi followed the ghosts and went outside the house.

It turned out that after Uncle Liu escaped with Jun Xiaoqi and others that day, he returned to the clan, hid in the dark and watched Huarong and the others. After a round trip, he couldn't find anyone, so he had to take Jun Xiaoqi and the others away, but he fled all the way, leaving only him and Jun Xiaoqi. On the second day after arriving in the town, they met again. Seeing Liang Feng fainting from hunger on the side of the street, he rescued the person and walked together.

The ghost killer stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark night sky, he was stunned for a while and said: "Uncle Liu, I am very relieved to see that you are alive, but Jun Mojin is dead and I am just a ghost killer who resurrected through his body."

"Young master?" Uncle Liu was stunned.

Ghost Killer shook his head slightly: "I am no longer your son, my life was saved by someone else, from now on I will be by that person's side, and I will not be able to take care of you any more, so take Xiaoqi away tomorrow, and wait until everything is over After I've made up my mind, I'll look for you, and you don't have to worry about it, I have everything in mind, and I know what I'm doing."

Uncle Liu frowned sadly, seeing the person he brought up turned into this, he felt sadder than anyone else, no one expected such a thing to happen, but it is obvious that the young master blamed all the faults on himself body, and intends to solve it alone.

"Young master, don't you understand this old slave? Why do you work so hard? You drive us away now because you are afraid that Huarong will attack us again. But how can this old slave be greedy for life and afraid of death? You said you saw us alive Don't worry, you know how happy this old slave is when he sees you alive, now this old slave just wants to guard you, even if he wants to die, this old slave will block a knife for you."

After hearing this, Jun Xiaoqi raised her thick eyebrows and sneered, "Back then you sent us away privately, and now you want to drive us away. I told you that there is no door. You have already said that you are not my brother Jun, so why should you take care of me?" I, I'm going to Shengjing to kill Huarong and the others with my own hands, to avenge my father and everyone, and all of this has nothing to do with you madman, we don't need your care."