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It wasn't until Fei Xueyi's figure disappeared that Ghost Killer turned and left Wanren Peak, stopped and walked all the way, and when he returned to the inn, it was already dark.

Because of Fei Xueyi, she couldn't get a good rest in the past few nights, so after eating something casually, she simply tidied up and went to bed, but she fell asleep as soon as she fell on the pillow.

In the dream, in the warm autumn wind, the mountains and plains are in full bloom, and the pure white flowers like snow exude a faint fragrance.

The red windmill is filled with houses, when the spring breeze comes, it will turn when it blows, and the father calls the baby to go home quickly;

Love tea flowers, planted all over the mountain, the autumn wind comes, blowing everywhere, and the dolls are picked and presented to daddy.

A childish voice sang this ballad softly, the voice was like the sound of nature, lingering in my ears for a long time.

I saw a small man in white waving a small flower hoe in his hand among the mountains full of tea flowers, and was concentrating on planting tea flowers. Beside him was a little snow-white fox, imitating him to do the same movements, only But the little guy is planing with his claws.

Not far away, a young man in black came slowly with a food box in his hand. The whitewashed coarse cloth robe was embroidered with various patterns of strange shapes, and he also wore a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet. Pure smile.

As soon as the screen changed, the flames soared into the sky, and screams resounded through the sky above the head.

The clansmen were gang-raped, clansmen were killed, and Huarong standing on the high sacrificial altar laughed wildly wantonly, with no pity in his eyes but indifference.

The thick blood suddenly covered the sky, and he himself fell into a pool of blood. He watched everything happen, exhausted his last strength and silently recited the spell, so that the love blossoms that grew in the blood would spread out at an unusual speed. Blooming on the bloody back, withered and withered in an instant, protecting the heart, but the person fell into darkness.

Darkness, endless darkness, can't breathe, can't escape.

Sometimes there are childish ballads in his ears, and sometimes the screams of the clansmen, and the two are repeated like this, repeating, repeating, torturing him relentlessly, devouring his heart bit by bit.

Gradually, he found that his heart was gone, replaced by a kind of hatred that would destroy the world.

He eats his own people to survive, he thinks about his enemies, he hates it!

Ghost Killer opened his eyes suddenly, got out of bed barefoot, untied the piano bag and took out the piano with stiff movements, and sat by the window.

Outside the window, thick dark clouds obscured the soft morning light.

God, it's going to change.

As soon as the piano sounded, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, blowing up the dead leaves on the branches and the ground, and flying in the air.

Inside the inn, the horses in the stables suddenly neighed in panic, struggled to break free from the reins, and fled around.

However, the treacherous piano sound was like a magic sound, coming out one after another.

The sound of the piano that confuses people's minds makes people who are still asleep slowly feel a strange feeling in their hearts. They only feel that the heartbeat is accelerating, and the whole body is hot and dry. As the sound of the piano rises, they can clearly feel that the sound of the piano is burning them inch by inch The skin, they are born unable to move.

The entire inn fell into dead darkness because of the sound of the piano, and the people who played the piano showed no tendency to stop.

His ten fingers flew like flying, and he never left the strings. He played continuously, and his ten fingers were drenched with blood. The ice silkworm strings drank brightly, and his magic power increased, as if he had the power to destroy everything.

His pair of black pupils are extremely strange, full of hatred and resentment.

His black hair was flying freely, his face was hideous and terrifying, and scars criss-crossed his face like spider webs. He looked like a monster, but was uglier than a monster.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, laughing at a ridiculous person, as if he was sighing, sighing for his fate.

He was struggling desperately in the chaos, his eyes were blushing, he moved his lips, wanting to call for help, but his throat had long been destroyed.

In a daze of consciousness, he suddenly felt a warmth flowing through his whole body, and gradually, the blood red that had been lingering in front of his eyes began to fade away, and that warmth took him away from the difficult and helpless situation step by step.

Jitian Pavilion.

Bai Limei woke up violently, holding on to her throbbing chest, unable to calm down for a long time.

How many years, how many years have not had a dream, he can't remember, why he had such a strange dream today, is there some variable happening in the dark that he doesn't know?

Wuyue opened her sleepy eyes, stood up and said, "Master?"

Looking at this stunningly beautiful face, Baili Mei's mind went blank, and then he hugged Wuyue tightly, bowed his head and kissed Wuyue.

This kiss was very rough, and the mouths of each other were soon filled with a strong smell of blood.

Just when Wuyue thought that she would suffocate to death in this kiss, Bai Limei let go of him and sighed: "It's not yet dawn, you can sleep a little longer."

Without saying a word, he got up, put on his robe, and entered the dark room.

The bright dark interior is not as luxurious as the outside, but elegant and simple.

Bai Limei walked to the bookshelf, took out a picture scroll and a small sandalwood wooden box from above, and sat down at the table.

The picture scroll unfolded slowly, and the person in the picture smiled with crooked eyebrows, standing in a sea of ​​flowers with his arms outstretched, letting the white petals linger around him.

Opening the small wooden box, there was a white brocade handkerchief with gold border inside, with a word embroidered with red silk in the lower right corner, and a wooden bracelet on the brocade handkerchief.

After coming out of the dark room, Bai Limei came to the courtyard, cut her finger, and dripped blood into the pool.

In the blink of an eye, the calm pool water slowly changed, the water surface began to rippling slightly, and then violently rolled.

After the tumbling, the water in the pool was as clear and bright as a mirror, in which two figures, one red and one black, were fighting on top of an icy and snowy mountain, surrounded by snowflake sword energy, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

"It seems that this is the man in red and Shang Ziluo." Bai Limei's complexion was already a little pale, and her forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Using this kind of forbidden technique was at the cost of consuming life, and it would cause great harm to the body. A little carelessness Will be backbited and die.

Leading the way with blood, once again concentrate on sensing.

At this moment, the calm water suddenly churned violently again.

In the trembling picture, a man in white clothes who is so ugly that he looks like he is not human is sitting playing the piano. He is surrounded by a thick darkness, just like the darkness under hell. The sound of the piano struck him through the pool of water in an instant, as if there was an induction.

"Pfft..." Blood spurted out, and the pool water returned to calm.

Bai Limei staggered back a few steps and nearly fell, but fortunately Wuyue supported him from behind.

"Master, are you alright?" Wuyue asked anxiously, the master has always been a god-like existence in his heart, but he didn't expect that God would vomit blood one day.

Bai Limei pushed him away without saying a word and went back to the house.

Wuyue stood on the spot, staring blankly at the pool water, in fact, he also saw it just now.

When I woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun.

Looking at the strange bed curtain, those scenes that seemed like dreams but not dreams flashed quickly in his mind, Ghost Killer narrowed his eyes and turned up, walked to the round table, he did not breathe a sigh of relief until he confirmed that the lyre was intact.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked towards the window. The winter sun quietly shone on the person by the window, which was extremely dazzling, but that figure made him feel so familiar and so warm.

At the same time, the man turned around.

The four eyes meet, Ghost Killer's body shakes violently, as if struck by lightning.

Is there really a gentle man like the wind in the world?

Have.

Is there really anyone in the world who can pass a leaf among thousands of flowers without touching his body?

Have.

"Mo Jin, is that you?" The man's eyes were in a trance, seemingly unbelievably surprised, but immediately turned into infinite sadness.