The bright moon sits on the ground

It was a dark night.

The night was dark, the stars and the moon were dim, and even the sound of the wind was inaudible.

An Picai and Chang Jinyu stood at the pass of the valley, looking at the faint bamboo sea in front of them. They knew that behind them was the other world, the Shenyun Pavilion hidden in the mountains and rivers, and Changdeng and Wenyun. The nature of water is very harmonious.

Chang Jinyu casually fiddled with the black rope around his neck, and the wolf teeth hidden in the skirt moved accordingly, scratching his collarbone twice, and then stopped quickly, docile and quiet , tightly attached to the warm skin.

He didn't say much, he raised his feet and walked towards the bamboo forest, the epee on his back rubbed lightly, making a slight sound.

The bamboo forest is quiet and silent, with dancing shadows of branches, reflected on the ground, casting a deep black shadow, swaying with the wind, squirming at the edge of the darkness, spreading, approaching, and finally curled up in Chang Jinyu's upturned boots corner.

Chang Jinyu paused, as if he had discovered something, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An Pi was only a few steps behind. Seeing that he stopped, his expression was not right, so he quickly stepped forward to join him, and when he was about to ask, he smelled an ominous breath, passing through layers of bamboo seas. Breaking the silence of the night, rushing into their nostrils.

It was a bloody smell.

Even the pungent smell unique to the plant cannot be covered up, the strong smell of blood.

It tastes very similar to rust, but completely different. Rust is dead, but blood is alive.

It's very faint, and people who don't have a keen sense of smell can't smell it at all—but it's hard to ignore. It's like a dangerous, ominous signal, warning them what's going on inside, or maybe something happened.

Shen Yun Pavilion's bamboo forest formation is not simple. Hundreds of staggered and densely covered bamboos tightly protect Shen Yun Pavilion in the terrain surrounded by mountains on three sides, just like a natural barrier. It was set up as a maze, and those outsiders who rushed in rashly, let alone successfully entered, would find it extremely difficult to escape from this cage of mountains alive.

Hundreds of green bamboos, An Picai's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Even with the bamboo forest blocking them, they could still smell the smell of blood... This meant that there was a high possibility that blood flowed inside.

Chang Jinyu just paused for a moment, then quickly took a step and stepped sideways into the bamboo forest.

Then An Pi followed in.

The figures of the two of them were swallowed up by the bamboo sea in an instant. After a burst of rustling, everything returned to normal. The green bamboo still exuded a refreshing fragrance, the night sky was still shrouded in dark clouds, the sound of insects gradually subsided, and everything returned to silence.

After walking inside for a while, An Picai and Chang Jinyu soon discovered that these bamboos were different from the ones they saw last time. There were small and hard-to-find traces engraved on them, as if a lost person intentionally left them for those who came later. There is an unusual aura everywhere, densely covered with knife marks, entangled and intertwined, and a heart-pounding strong hatred is deeply hidden in it.

The further he walked in, the more anxious An Picai felt.

He didn't need to see it with his own eyes, he was almost certain that this was a one-sided massacre, Shen Yunge's disciples were the one being slaughtered, like lambs being pressed on the cutting board, they could only see the sharp edge of the knife approaching, But there was no room for retaliation.

Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui are both strong, if they choose to escape from this place, they can save their lives.

Only then did An Pi sigh secretly, and thought again, even though that was the case, he knew very well that these two people would not escape.

Among the five combinations, if Chang Jinyu and Zhang Shuangbi are the sharpest spears, An Pi is the heart mirror inlaid on the armor, and Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui are the most solid and loyal backing.If they got into trouble, usually Chang Jinyu and Zhang Shuangbi would take the lead, An Pi would find the way and guide the direction, while Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui would stay and break the road.

When these two people stayed, they were probably ready to die.

The bamboo forest gradually became sparse, and the emerald green and deep color quickly receded, revealing the scene hidden behind.

It is indeed called a river of blood.

There are broken limbs and broken arms all over the place, the corpses are bloody and bloody, and their faces can't even be discerned. The scars are all over the place, deep and dense. Just by looking at them, An Pi can imagine how much the executioner who used the knife has for these people. malicious.

The brimming flames scorched the sky, and the barrier made up of torches dyed the gloomy sky a dazzling red.

Shaking, laughing, bringing waves of heat, distorting the surrounding air.

The intruder wore a crude armor made of hemp rope and iron armor, and held a scimitar with a blunted edge. It rolled upwards, and hot blood continued to drip down from the rolled edge, smashing silently. On the ground, it quickly merged into the soil.

Not officers and soldiers, not evil ways.

Shen Yunge has always been aloof from the world, how could he mess with this group of people?

An Pi just took a deep breath, what poured into his nostrils no longer had the fragrance of plants and trees, only the dull and pungent smell of blood remained, entangled in his nostrils, and he refused to leave for a long time, as if he was crying, or as if he was A most stark foreshadowing.

From the moment Chang Jinyu smelled the smell of blood, he didn't say a word, and there was no superfluous emotion on his face.

He looked up and saw that the group of intruders gradually gathered not far away, maybe they were about to leave.

Holding the scraped money in his hands, blood dripping from his body, and the pleading souls of the dead are entangled under the blade.

So, satisfied with their vengeance, they prepared to leave, leaving a mess behind.

The leader of the Demon Cult did not stay in place for too long, and quickly made his plans. He raised his feet and walked deeper into the bloody smell. Not at all stained with sporadic fire.

To live is to see people, to die is to see corpses——he probably thought so.

The intruder had already left, and there was no one in the courtyard, which made it easier for the two of them to move.

Chang Jinyu picked a house at random, and with the help of his wrist, he flipped over the wall lightly and deftly, and landed on the ground.

His eyes swept over the pieces of flesh and blood everywhere, and after confirming that there were no Changdeng and Wenyunshui among them, he didn't stay too long, stepped over the unidentifiable corpses, and walked deeper into the courtyard.

Anbi followed closely behind.He knew that Chang Jinyu must have also heard the faint sound that was almost blown out by the wind.

Sure enough, they found the source of the sound without much effort.

Perhaps this person didn't want to hide either, half of his body was covered in the shadow of the eaves, panting deeply and shallowly, the sound of his breathing was like a tight string, low and inaudible, as if it would break in an instant - the same thing happened to him. It was also covered with knife wounds, and blood kept pouring out from the big gaps in his chest and neck, exposing the white bones. He had no choice but to cover the wound with his palm in vain, but the blood stopped. Unable to stop, it dripped from between his fingers, dripping red all over his body.

There is a scar on his face, from top to bottom, lying across the brow bone.

No matter who looked at it, they could see that this person was already at the end of his battle, and it was impossible to save him even with a panacea.

That's why those people let him go, just to let him endure a moment of torture in this world when he was dying.

The shadow gradually approached, and the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy barely raised his eyelids, and took a look with his hazy vision.

"Master Chang?"

He called out, the sound was weaker than the sound of the wind, almost inaudible, and it dissipated into clouds in an instant.

"I never thought I looked very similar to him." Chang Jinyu looked at him coldly, leaned slightly to hear his low and soft voice, and said, "Tell me, Chang Deng and Wen Wen Where is the cloud water?"

The young man coughed twice, choking blood, splashing on Chang Jinyu's feet, with broken organs.

Perhaps the pain caused by this cough woke him up half a bit. The boy in blue looked at Chang Jinyu and An Pi in a daze for a while, as if he finally recognized them clearly, he turned his head away, Swallowing the blood in his mouth into his throat, he stopped talking.

"We have known each other for many years with Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui." An Pi said slowly, "Have you heard of the five secrets of marriage? The man next to me is Chang Deng's elder brother. Don't be afraid." , we are not with those intruders."

The young man laughed suddenly, blood slid down his jaw, he said intermittently: "My master...is Wen Yunshui, the five secrets and the perfect combination...he never told me...who are the others... ...Are you here to take the two of them...to leave?"

Even if they want to take it away, those two people have to survive first.

An Pi thought about it, but nodded silently.

The boy finally felt relieved, raised his trembling hand, and pointed them in a direction.

Chang Jinyu took note of the direction, got up and said "thank you", just as he was about to turn around and leave, the young man's blood-stained hand suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the red color climbed up in an instant, like a touch of red. Obvious imprints were left on the pitch-black cloth.

He turned his head and looked down.

The young man said in a soft voice: "Trouble. Help me to see, the other people in this courtyard..."

"No more." Chang Jinyu said, "You are the only living person left in this courtyard."

The light in his eyes went out inadvertently, as if he had guessed the ending a long time ago. When he heard it with his own ears, he couldn't help but feel lost and hopeless. His lips moved, but he didn't utter a word after all. He just loosened the hem of his clothes. Open, withdrew his hand helplessly.

Maybe he was crying silently, but his face was covered with blood, and the blood and tears were intertwined, making it difficult to recognize after all.

He didn't speak anymore, and his eyes were closed, only the sound of breathing was still there, painful and low, rising and falling with his chest.

Chang Jinyu and An Pi turned around and left, crossed the threshold, and walked in the direction he pointed earlier.

The young man fell into a short period of darkness, groggy, but such unconscious dizziness made him feel at ease, at least he didn't have to think about it so much anymore, what Shen Yun Pavilion, what senior brother, what junior sister, junior brother, are not things he wants to consider up.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he thought to himself, it's a pity that, as an elder, he failed to protect his junior sister and younger brother well after all.

I hope Master will not blame him when he comes back.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, coughing, laughing and crying, thinking that it is impossible for the master not to blame them, and the five disciples have always been most afraid of the master, when Wen Yunshui comes, they must be like birds and beasts, laughing run away.

Now, they have all left one after another, but the master can't be found at all, and there is no way to find them out and teach them a lesson.

But when will he catch up with the others?

The flowing darkness condensed, and the pain in his chest became more and more clear, forcibly awakening his consciousness.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, and he heard a movement, which was the unique sound of a sharp weapon passing through the uneven ground. Looking up, the two people just now had already left, and they couldn't even see their backs. But there is one more thing.

The hard and cold broken sword stopped there quietly. He remembered that it was the "random lamp" of his senior brother.

Whose it was, what kind of charity, and what kind of mood he had to kick it over, the young man had no idea.

But his fingers trembled slightly, and when the fingertips touched, he didn't feel the coldness of the iron, only the warmth of the blood.

The young man thought, no matter what, his body was almost unable to support himself, and he himself clearly felt that life was passing by bit by bit, but there was nothing he could do, not even end the pain.

He slowly gathered his five fingers, and clenched the Luanzhan tightly, making a decision without difficulty.

I may never be able to say that apology to Master again.

Because, he was going to chase the other four people away.

Chang Jinyu keenly heard the muffled sound of a sharp weapon embedded in flesh and blood coming from behind him, followed by the sound of the weapon falling to the ground, and the sound of the body falling to the ground, mixed and overlapping, almost indistinguishable from each other, but he did not squint and did not turn his head .

The author has something to say: make up tomorrow