[Lu Xiaofeng + Sword Three] Great battle!former love

Yesterday's Flower Festival, Yuecheng celebrated all night long. There were scattered flower branches, brocade silks and so on on the road. After the grand event, today's Yuecheng looks desolate.

It was mid-spring, and the dawn was late.At this time, it was still dark, and there was no one on the road.

Old Xu from Yuecheng, his ancestors have lived here for generations, and his ancestors have been working as watchmen for generations. The older he is, the less he sleeps. Old Xu has nothing to do on weekdays. On the contrary, he likes this job more and more. When he was young, he lit up lanterns. Walking on the dark road, I feel a little uneasy in my heart, and sometimes I think of the goblin who came out at night to suck the blood of men, as the storyteller in the east of the city said, and as I get older, the road becomes more and more steadfast. .

Old Xu checked the scale of the hourglass again, put on a heavy padded jacket, carried the old lantern and small gong that he had accompanied him for many years, and went out.

At night in Yuecheng, if you say you are familiar with someone, you must be Lao Xu. He knows every road and every shadow.

It is the fifth watch now, as the old saying goes, the ghosts of the fifth watch are haunting.Even though Old Xu was familiar with every dark road in Yuecheng, he couldn't help but feel cold. He rubbed his hands together, and then started to watch the watch. The rhythm of the watch was one fast and four slow: "Boom—boom! Boom! Boom!"

Old Xu was walking in the direction of the Temple of Flowers. I don't know if it was an illusion. Old Xu always felt that this road was particularly gloomy, and he always felt that something was watching him.

Old Xu chanted a few sutras and walked towards the Flower Temple. The further he went in, for some reason, the scent of flowers became stronger and stronger, which was a bit weird.He held up the lantern and shone it on the altar of the Flower Temple.

As soon as Lao Xu took a look, his legs and feet became weak and he fell to the ground. The small gong made a dull sound on the ground. Big, full of horror.

On the altar, where the sacrificial cattle, sheep, fresh fruits and beautiful flowers were placed last night, there is now a person lying there, to be precise, a corpse, his eyes are also wide open, one can imagine that he was dying before he died. He died not peacefully or comfortably—his entire abdominal cavity was filled with flowers, and the original contents of the abdominal cavity had disappeared, and the petals of the flowers were slowly infected by blood from the stems. After a night of cold wind, there was no sense of decay at all, on the contrary, it was very vigorous, as if those flowers absorbed nutrients from the man's abdominal cavity, and then "broke out of the ground".

The people in Yuecheng just woke up and were told that such a tragic and inhuman murder happened on the second day of Huachao Festival, one of the most important festivals in Yuecheng, and the body was on the most sacred altar in Yuecheng.

When the Yamen started the investigation, all kinds of rumors had been flying all over Yuecheng, and the whole Yuecheng was shrouded in an atmosphere of uneasiness, and this seemed to be just the beginning...

After the first body was found, another body after another was found.

With the same terrified expression and wide-open eyes, it was like a clean abdomen that had been eaten by wild beasts, filled with richly scented flowers.

Not only the imperial court, but the whole Jianghu seemed to be shaken by this incident.

Because, from the very beginning when ordinary young men were killed, this murderer has killed Jianghu people several times recently, and some of them are even famous in the Jianghu. Not top-notch, but well-received. Besides, he has been walking in the bodyguard bureau since he was a child. In terms of experience, there are not many people who can surpass him. Among the three children of Zhongyuan, Ye Laosan and He Erniang, the three children of Zhongyuan are very good. Famous, but not a good name, incest, insidious, poisonous, these words can be used on them, Ye Laosan and He Erniang are brothers and sisters, and they are also husband and wife. It seems that because of the chaotic relationship of the family, their family always has such Several deformities, and three of them will never grow taller. However, although these three are "villains", they are really villains, and there are not many people who really care about them. Cooperating with each other and adding some indiscriminate means, it is not easy to kill them.

The dead people have nothing to do with each other, and some of them can't even find any trace after tracing their ancestors for eight generations, so what is the reason of those who killed them?

People in Yuecheng were panicked, afraid that they would be the next one to be killed, and it was at this time that talented people from all corners of the world gathered in the City of Flowers, and Hua Duzui and Mei Qingqian also saw each other because of this. Got a few old friends like this one.

Hua Duzui didn't express anything when he saw him, but Mei Qingqian couldn't help but said: "Seeing you, I really started to think that this matter will not end easily."

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard and asked him to say that he is not afraid of all the beauties in the world, but he didn't know why, but was suppressed by Mei Qingqian, although Mei Qingqian's words were harsh, but it was the truth, there is no What can be difficult for Lu Xiaofeng, this matter has always made Lu Xiaofeng proud, but the other party is showing off, but Lu Xiaofeng doesn't want to make trouble, so please come and recruit Lu Xiaofeng himself: "Sixth Brother Hua, I know that your medical skills are unparalleled in the world, I don't know Has anything been found on the five bodies so far?"

"It's interesting to me." Hua Duzui said, turning the teacup in his hand, he was still calm and gentle, with the demeanor of a gentleman, as if what he was talking about was not a murder case, but a poem, a poem old tunes.

Lu Xiaofeng was extremely curious: "What?"

"The wounds on the corpse were torn apart with bare hands." Hua Duzui's expression didn't change, but there was a bright light in his eyes.

Torn apart with bare hands?It is not easy to tear apart a person's body with bare hands. Beasts have sharp claws, but humans don't, so people need weapons. Even though Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers are very valuable, he doesn't have the confidence to tear them open. If the human body is not equipped with related martial arts, it must be born with supernatural powers.

Lu Xiaofeng cupped his hands and expressed his thanks to Hua Duzui. Lu Xiaofeng chatted a few more words casually, taking advantage of the moment when he went out to exchange tea with Qingqian, he tilted his head and lowered his voice: "Back then, I told Hua Manlou that What kind of woman can you look up to, you know, people in the Jianghu are called Huajia Liulang, there is no family background, romantic, handsome, good martial arts, I don’t know how many girls’ dream lovers.”

"You are talking like I am your rival in love." Hua Duzui narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little smiling.

"I'm a prodigal son." Lu Xiaofeng looked at Hua Duzui, when he said this, his tone was very frivolous, but inadvertently, Hua Duzui could still hear regret.

"The prodigal son with all the beauties in the world." Hua Duzui looked out of the window, and Qingqian was outside the window, as if explaining something to someone.

Lu Xiaofeng was a little bit envious and a little bit melancholy, I really hope that they can go on.