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.... Ye Wujian looked down at the long sword that pierced her chest from behind. Her flesh and blood were still on the tip of the sword. Because of the surge of blood, she involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood, which made the front of her clothes On the ground, everything was dyed blood red, but it wasn't this that really shocked her.

Her ice-cold face was full of surprise and puzzlement, she turned her head slowly, and saw Bai Wuyi's handsome face with an unbearable look, but the long sword in his hand did not hesitate at all, and then decisively walked from Ye Wujian's chest was pulled out, and a bunch of blood flowers came out...

"Tsk..." Zhang San, who was on the night shift, saw this and clicked his tongue in disgust.

The story book in his hand called "Son of Demon Slaying" was picked up from the yard of the neighbor's old charcoal seller. For some reason, the book was thrown in the ashes, and the writing was blackened. , but was not burned to ashes by the fire.

Zhang San thought it was some kind of treasure at first, and checked it with spiritual energy across the yard, but it turned out that it was just an ordinary book.

Thinking about it, if it is really a treasure, it is impossible to be thrown in the ashes of the yard at will. It is possible that the old charcoal seller wanted to burn it. Unexpectedly, the fire had already been extinguished by then, so this broken book could not be burned. , and was thrown in the yard.

The yard of Zhang San’s house and the yard of the old charcoal seller’s house were only separated by a low mud wall. He saw that the old charcoal seller hadn’t appeared for several days, and the book was lying alone in the ashes for several days, so he climbed over the wall out of curiosity. Picked it up and took it home, and looked at it.

The story book in my hand looks different from other story books, it is smelly and long, and it is written in vernacular. Although Zhang San can only live in this kind of poor house because of his cultivation, it does not mean He has no taste.

All in all, this storybook is really poorly written, and neither the hero nor the heroine are likable.

Zhang San recently received an instruction from the senior management of Luojiao, asking him to look at a sleeping thing in an underground waterway. The thing was wrapped in layers of black cloth, like a big rice dumpling. I don't know if it's a monster or a monster, but it was placed in a dry underground waterway.

What Zhang San needs to do is also simple, that is, keep people away from this underground waterway.

The underground waterway where the things are stored is rarely visited on weekdays, and is so remote that even mice don’t want to come. Zhang San originally wanted to say that it’s okay not to guard it, but he was so humble that he didn’t dare to rashly disobey the orders from above. Stay here obediently.

This storybook, which he got by accident, became Zhang San's pastime to pass the time.

At this time, Zhang San was sitting in a fairly clean corner of the underground sewer, and under his buttocks was a small bench that he picked up from a small shop nearby. In order not to waste his spiritual energy, he did not concentrate his spiritual energy all the time. Instead of eyes, an oil lamp was lit at the feet.

The dark wind that occasionally gushes out from the depths of the underground waterway, fortunately, has no strange smell, but with a few whistling sounds, it brings down a few drops of water that seep from unknown sources, hits some small puddles on the ground, and emits A faint sound of click, click.

In such an environment, it is especially clear.

Zhang San lit the oil lamp, and the dim light cast a small ball of light in such a dark and damp underground waterway. From a distance, it seemed that someone was trapped in an orange ball of light.

Zhang San often has to sit like this for a whole night recently, so even though the book in his hand called "Son of Slaying the Demon" is not very to his liking, he can still read it patiently.

Now that he has almost finished reading the whole book, he finds that his favorite character is still the villain Ye Wujian, such a wonderful girl, she doesn't really want to do anything bad, but she is treated like this because of some problems in her background , really made him feel unworthy for her.

Why doesn't anyone in the book see her kindness and treat her well?

Zhang San sighed, but some of the characters in this book are similar to some celebrities in the world of cultivating immortals. The person who wrote this story book may have fantasies about the lives of such people, so he wrote such nonsense, right?

Although Zhang San had thought about this point, he didn't take it to heart. He knew that everything in the storybook was deceptive, and he just read it as a story.

Continue to turn a page, Zhang San wants to see the next plot, whether Ye Wujian in the book has a turning point.

Just when he turned to the next page, there was a crisp tongue-smacking sound from the underground waterway. In this empty and silent underground waterway, the tongue-smacking sound was crisp and strange.

It was a short sound, as if the tip of someone's tongue touched the roof of the mouth, and then hit it down again, not in a hurry, again and again, which made Zhang Sanyi feel a little numb for a while.

In fact, he still doesn't know what he is looking after.

Because of nervousness, Zhang San swallowed, rolled up the story book he was about to read and put it in his arms, he stood up from the small bench, the oil lamp on the ground shook a few times as he got up, reflected on the wall of the underground waterway The black figure also shook a few times.

The swaying figure raised Zhang San's heart a little bit more. Hearing the strange clicking sound of his tongue, and the swaying lights and shadows around him made him feel a little bit like the wind and the trees were all on fire.

Breathing out lightly, Zhang San settled down, pulled out the long sword at his waist and walked deep into the underground waterway.

No matter what made this weird sound, he had the responsibility to check it out.

Zhang San walked to the depths of the underground waterway. In a trance, he had the illusion that he was walking towards the bottom of an abyss. The damp, dark, and dark passage in front of him seemed to have no end. He felt like he was walking alone on the edge of darkness.

Concentrating the spiritual energy on his eyes, Zhang San could clearly see the bricks and moss on both sides of the underground waterway. Everything looked normal, and this was not the edge of an abyss, but he still couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

Although he really wanted to run away, but he was considered a small high-ranking person in the Luojiao Qinzhen branch. If he just left the orders given by the high-ups and ran away, then his rest of his life would be bad no matter what. So Zhang San still had to bite the bullet and walked towards the place where the smacking sound kept coming out.

After turning two corners in the spacious underground waterway, Zhang San finally found the source of the clicking sound.

It was a thing that had just been transported from outside recently. It was about a foot long (3 meters) and wrapped in layers of black cloth. It looked like a human being and a chrysalis.

Zhang San murmured in his heart, and walked around the "chrysalis" which had been lying quietly for a few days, and finally stopped at the place where it made the sound.

But just when Zhang San was about to cut the black cloth with his long sword, another gust of wind blew from the corridor, and the hairs on Zhang San's back immediately stood up, a kind of fear from the depths of his soul made him Immediately stopped the thought that had just arisen.

Zhang San swallowed his saliva again, and began to back away slowly. He handled it gently, not daring to make a sound, and he didn't know why the courage just came so suddenly, but when it faded, it was so sudden. Quickly, he was caught off guard.

But now his courage has faded, and he has been overwhelmed by great fear.

Hearing the clicking sound of his tongue, Zhang San faced the thing and backed away slowly and silently, but even so, this movement made him feel fear surrounded him from all directions, which made him involuntarily speed up his movement. pace.

It's just that as his footsteps accelerated, the fear in his heart became more violent, which made him almost unable to breathe. His footsteps became faster and faster, and finally he even ran wildly.

"Da!" There was another crisp click of the tongue.

Then there was a faint rustling sound, as if there were countless cold-blooded reptiles swimming in the underground waterway, they stuck to the ground and walls, like a torrent, silently chasing Zhang San who was running wildly.

"Ah!!" Zhang San shouted while running in order to relieve the great fear in his heart. He didn't know what happened, and he didn't dare to look back, but he could clearly feel that something was chasing after him. with him.

In his mind, a picture appeared. Countless black tentacles with scales emerged from the layers of black cloth. They were like a rushing black torrent, surging forward.

And the picture that popped up in its mind was indeed correct. Qin Yue Guizhe's tentacles quickly caught up with Zhang San, and countless black tentacles, large and small, almost crumpled him into a ball of waste paper and dragged him back to the The depths of underground waterways.

Zhang San, with twisted limbs, was dragged out of a scribbled bloodstain on the ground of the underground waterway, and stopped beside Gui Zhe in a strange posture. After a while, he died completely, his face was washed in a mess by strands of blood, and only fear remained on it.

Because the body has been twisted, the clothes on Zhang San's body were also dragged out of shape. His lapel was opened, and a rolled up book fell out from it. Both sides of that poor book had been smoked black , with all kinds of weird blood stains on it, it seems that it has suffered countless catastrophes, but it has survived every time, waiting for its real owner.

The book fell into the pool of blood under Zhang San's body. The book that was originally rolled up was soaked in blood, and slowly stretched and spread out, revealing four small brush characters on it: "Son of Demon Slaying" ".

Behind it lay a huge "human chrysalis", the black cloth wrapped around it was a little loose, until the last black tentacle retracted into the black cloth, the whole "chrysalis" wriggled a few more times, as if There are countless slippery tentacles in the black cloth, they are restraining their killing intent, and finally they can only see the terrifying huge black figure inside from the gap.

This underground waterway in Zhenyang City once again returned to dead silence.