Faraway Wanderers

He knew that he was dreaming, but the dream was so real. The north wind blew over his mask, and he couldn't feel the cold. He had been waiting in that place for a long, long time, very calm, and his pulse was even a little slower than usual. The sun gradually passes through the world, and the night is approaching.

Looking at all this, Zhou Zishu has long been used to detaching himself from it. He knows how not to treat himself as a person—a person with a conscience and feelings. This is a kind of instinctive self-protection, only doing things without thinking, So as not to drive myself crazy.

He was just the bloody hand that held up Daqing Zhongxing Jiangshan.This prosperous age is like a gorgeous and wide sleeve. His hand is always hidden in that sleeve, and he does not show it easily. When the wars and decay of this era are all over, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and the history book turns a new page... …

Zhou Zishu lowered his head, his face was blurred like a person in a dream, but he seemed to see the face of the little girl - hugged by her nanny, the woman was like a weak and helpless lamb, still devotedly protecting her The little boy was full of despair.

The girl raised her head and whispered: "My father is a good man, my elder brother is a good man, and I am also a good man. We are all good people, don't kill us."

He remembered that this was when the first emperor was alive, in order to deal the final blow to the Second Prince's party, Tian Chuang was ordered to assassinate the family of Master Jiang Zheng and Jiang who had dismissed from office and left Beijing. Master Jiang's youngest daughter, Jiang Xuenian, was only four years old and extremely smart.What would she be like if she had the chance to grow up?

Zhou Zishu felt his hand being sent out, the woman's sharp scream pierced the night sky, the long sword pierced her chest, and then passed through the little girl's body.He didn't feel disgusted or sad, because he was already used to it in that seat.

You are good people, you are loyal, so what?Who stipulated that good people can't die on the street and kill off their children and grandchildren?

However, there was a sigh in the air, long and long, someone said, killing for life——

Zhou Zishu's chest ached sharply, and he opened his eyes and sat up.

The next moment, he slowly bent down, covered his chest, and clenched his teeth tightly, not allowing himself to let out a cry of pain. His pale fingers grabbed the corner of the quilt, his hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed. In the heart-piercing pain that came, I thought blankly, Zhou Zishu, you bastard, you are going to die too.

This night, Zhou Zishu didn't sleep well, Wen Kexing didn't sleep well, and even Ye Baiyi didn't sleep well.

Wen Kexing didn't go out of the room, but just sat quietly facing the window, while Gu Xiang stood aside, this girl who didn't know a lot of big characters, and wrote a tombstone would make a joke, her face was full of solemnity, she Looking out of the window at the dark night sky that was no different from the past, the silence was like a strange beauty lamp.

The window was not closed, the cool wind came in, lifted Gu Xiang's clothes and long hair, and flipped through a book of erotic pictures on the small table, Wen Kexing suddenly smiled very slowly, and said softly : "I've been waiting for 20 years."

Gu Xiang looked at him silently, and saw that the man had a kind of indescribable, even crazy smile on his face, and looked a little unhuman in the dark place, so he became awed.

Wen Kexing stretched out a hand and grabbed it out of thin air, as if he wanted to catch the wind penetrating through the window lattice: "I want nothing in this world to stop me, no matter whether he is a man or a ghost Immortals are monsters... I want all these ghosts and ghosts, these things that shouldn't be in the world, to go back to their eighteen levels of hell."

He held a piece of paper with his other hand, and Gu Xiang's eyes fell on the yellowed paper, on which a ghost face was outlined, the brushwork was not very immature, like a child's graffiti.Wen Kexing got up and lit the candle, put the paper on it, and burned it to ashes bit by bit.

The expression is as pious as a sacrifice to a god.

Ye Baiyi slept until midnight, and for some reason, he suddenly woke up from his dream. In his slender eyebrows and eyes, there was no confusion of someone who just woke up. He was still lying flat on the bed, slowly raised his hand, and put his hand on the neck. He took out a small pendant that was hanging and played with it.If you look carefully, the small pendant is very exquisitely made, it is actually a miniature version of Shanhe Ling.

Ye Baiyi closed his eyes and said to himself: "Changqing, I always have an ominous premonition, why do you think you are not here..."

He thought, if there were no Order of Mountains and Rivers, no ghost valley, no glazed armor, no skylight, would the world be much more peaceful?

In the early morning of the second day, everyone was greeted, except for Chen Xi, and corpses.

Nine corpses were thrown not far from Gaojiazhuang, forming a circle, with the word "ghost" written on the ground in blood in the middle, which was two or three feet long and wide, and blocked a whole street. The place where the evil spirit was executed in daylight.

When Zhou Zishu arrived, the identity of the corpse had already been fully identified.The evil ghosts were very fair, and tried their best to make the rain and dew of all sects evenly covered. The eight sects plus one Gao family had a total of nine corpses, including monks, Taoists, nuns, men, women, and children.

One of Gao Chong's apprentices was also among them. Zhou Zishu didn't have a deep impression of him. He only remembered that this person was not as outstanding as Deng Kuan, but he was very taciturn. He just helped entertain some guests and didn't talk much to anyone.Gao Xiaolian had already fainted from crying, but Gao Chong couldn't care about him, the apple of his eye, and only let Deng Kuan accompany her, and he followed Master Cimu to examine the corpses one by one.

Some were hanged by a thread, some were beaten to death by bloody palms, some were drained of blood to death, some had their bodies separated... Everyone's death method is actually different.

Zhou Zishu heard a person next to him sigh softly, and said, "Qingzhuling Ghost Valley has come out in full force."

He turned his head and saw that the person who was speaking was Ye Baiyi. Zhou Zishu was surprised to find that there was an indescribable pity on the foodie's face, making him look like a porcelain statue. Avalokitesvara.

Zhou Zishu subconsciously asked, "What?"

Ye Baiyi glanced at him, and said blankly, "Are you deaf?"

Zhou Zishu turned his face away to stop being boring, but Ye Baiyi patted him on the shoulder, and said without hesitation, "Come out tonight and go to a place with me." That tone was the same as Zhou Zishu's greeting the night before. Zhang Chengling has a similar approach but the same effect.

Zhou Zishu decided to ignore this kid surnamed Ye before he learned how to speak human language, but he couldn't help but nodded.

After ordering, he felt extremely regretful, wishing to wring his troublesome head off, wondering if it would be easier to kill this so-called descendant of the ancient monk now.

Suddenly, whoever was in the crowd said, "Why are these people the only ones who were killed? It is said that the people gathered here were all from the ghost valley. The evil spirits sneaked in without anyone noticing yesterday, and everyone was unprepared. , but why did they only pick people from these sects to kill? Anyone who knows the truth can tell me, is this Guigu going to fight against the entire Jianghu? They can't be so stupid, what are they trying to do? Or are you guys hiding something? about?"

Hearing the words, Gao Chong stood up, haggard all over, looked not very energetic, staggered slightly, Deng Kuan hurriedly helped him up, Gao Chong pushed him away, waved his hand, and slowly looked away Going out, I glanced at the sad and indignant faces of the eight sects, and then looked at those who were hesitating and whispering.

His eyes seemed to have weight, suppressing other people's voices.

They looked at this man who had been legendary in the martial arts world for nearly 20 years—he had gray hair and a solemn expression. He opened his mouth slowly and murmured, "This is a blood debt."

Then Gao Chong lowered his head, stared at the nine corpses for a long time, and raised his voice suddenly: "Blood debt... the blood debt of my Gaojiazhuang, the blood debt of all the decent families, the world... all the conscientious people in the world... Blood debt!"

His breath seemed to be a little unstable. Master Cimu held the rosary in his hand, said "Amitabha", closed his eyes, and muttered something, probably to save these people who died in vain.Deng Kuan looked at his elderly master worriedly, and seemed to want to help him, but felt that it was not respectful, so he held back.

Gao Chong lowered his eyes for a while, and when he looked up again, he was already in tears. He pointed to the dead young man in Gaojiazhuang and said: "My apprentice has no father or mother since he was a child. My surname is Gao, and my name is Gao Hui. I don’t like to talk, and these kids bully others, and even gave him a nickname, Lao Men..."

He seemed to want to smile, but when he didn't, several female disciples in Gaojiazhuang couldn't stop crying.

Gao Chong paused, and continued: "My little old man is a good boy. Many of you have seen him these days. He is so dumb that he can't kick a fart with three legs... But he is really a good boy. Child, he works hard and never blushes with others. He also has a grandma at home, who is not relative. He was picked up and brought up when he was a child. Now he is over 80 years old. The old man is blind and stupid, and doesn’t know people very well. , only when I see Gao Hui, I can react a little... Everyone, how do you tell me to explain to her? Heroes and heroes, please do a good job, do a good job, teach me a few words, let me talk to her Let the old man explain it!"

The autumn wind in Dongting was bleak, the flood surged, and the surroundings were as quiet as if there was no living person. An old man as tall as Gao Chong stood in the middle, bowing and questioning everyone—how should I explain to that old lady?

Even bastards like Feng Xiaofeng shut their mouths and were speechless.When it comes to this point, if anyone says one more word that is useless, he is not only not a human being, he is even worse than a beast.

Hua Qingsong, the new head of the Taishan faction, was the first to call out: "This group of ghosts will not die for a day, and the martial arts will not live in peace for a day. From now on, I, Taishan faction, will be ordered by Gao Daxia, and there will be no difference! To avenge the head, to avenge these comrades who died in vain!"

The head of Taishan died suddenly, and now there is no leader in the group. Hua Qingsong is only a young man in his twenties, very young and impulsive, but he doesn't know that once he speaks, it is difficult for others to keep silent, and several sects stand up one after another. Come out and take a stand.

In the afternoon, under the auspices of Gao Chong, a grand funeral was held for the few people who died. There was a gloomy air of death in the sky of Dongting, and the bustling traffic of the past few days came suddenly. Then he was suppressed, like facing a big enemy.

Gao Chong is a capable person, and the people who used to do their own thing seem to suddenly turn to the outside world in unison.

That night, Zhou Zishu saw off Zhang Chengling who had sneaked in again, and welcomed another unexpected guest—Ye Baiyi.This person didn't even wear night clothes in the middle of the night, so the Yigao man boldly knocked on the window outside and said, "You, come with me."

Zhou Zishu didn't have time to realize his idea of ​​killing people in the daytime, so he regretted it and had to go out with him.

Wen Kexing's room was right next door to him, and he frowned when he heard the movement there, with his arms folded, his expression very ugly.

Gu Xiang was hanging upside down on the beam of the house, his eyes were closed at first, but he woke him up at this moment, so he yawned and asked vaguely: "Master, you said at the beginning that Zhou Xu has a mysterious origin and is unpredictable. I've only been with you for a few days, why are you not afraid of his bad things now, and keep staring at him?"