Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

When Xie Qiushi killed people, he liked to wear white clothes.

He usually doesn't like to wear white clothes. He is always bright red, green, blue, and purple. He is always colorful, like flowers and butterflies lingering in the foliage, and he doesn't wear the same clothes all day long.

But only when killing people, he likes to empty himself very clean.

There are ten prefectures in the Ghost Dao, and each prefecture is guarded by a ghost general. He killed half of them. Today, he got a new order and came here.

This prefecture is called "Taoyuanjin".

Xie Qiushi puts his left hand behind his back, and holds a paper fan in his right hand, holding a string of emerald Buddha beads, jasper streamers, half wrapped around the fan, and half tucked in his fingertips.

"Want to run?" He smiled and asked the ghost general guarding Taoyuanjin, "If you want to run, I can allow you to run for a stick of incense first."

The old-looking ghost general just sat quietly in front of the case, and said in a deep voice: "Whether you run or not, you will die today."

"Yeah." Xie Qiushi tapped the fan handle on the palm of his hand and nodded, "You are very knowledgeable about current affairs, I like it."

The ghost general did not answer, and the room fell into a moment of silence.

After a long time, a hoarse voice broke the silence.

"This residence, it's still hard to believe..." The ghost general slowly raised his bark-like wrinkled face, a pair of cloudy eyes flashed, "You kill like your feet twist dust, and you don't even have a trace of evil spirit on your body. Even the Immortal Lord of Yingtai back then, I'm afraid it would be impossible for him to be so clean..."

"Well, so he's dead, am I still alive?" Xie Qiushi whistled lightly, exhaling a cloud of white mist, "Don't complain, I hate this myself. Fighting and killing people is fine, some They come and go, and there is a reason, that is, those babies who have no strength to bind chickens, women who are pregnant for ten months, are really bad at killing, and they always feel as if they have chopped something wrong. I wish they would move and fight back. "

The ghost general listened in a daze, and there was a sound from the screen behind him, and through the lamplight, he could see the trembling shadows of his old wife and young son hugging him.

"Don't be afraid." Xie Qiushi hooked his lips lazily, "Death doesn't hurt at all, it's just a 'click', and I won't suffer any more from now on. In the next life—um... sorry, I almost forgot, you guys I'm afraid there will be no afterlife." He clapped his hands, paused, and then said slowly: "It's almost time to exchange greetings, hurry up, talk about what you want to say, and hug and cry if you want to cry. You are patient and kind, waiting for you right here, don’t worry.”

The shadow of the candle flickered, his words were like a stone thrown into a snowdrift, without arousing the slightest sound.

"What? Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Ok?"

"Then I count to three?"

"three."

"two."

"one."

Thunder fell from the cloudy sky, and a large area of ​​peach blossoms seemed to be ignited by the sky fire, and they burst into flames.

In the firelight, Xie Qiushi stepped on the three corpses piled up under his feet, raised his hand to fish out a jar of wine on the top of the cabinet, took a few sips, and poured the rest on the corpses under his feet.

"Busy, ate, drank, drank and slept, when will I stop being busy..." He hummed a little song, swung his sleeves and flicked down the candle at the side, and the flames began to spread from the ghost general's clothes, and finally covered the whole room mansion.

His face was drunk, his feet were slightly staggering, his white clothes were better than snow, his blue-green eyes were as clear as the skyline in early spring, he squinted slightly, and looked at the big and small ghosts running around and crying endlessly in front of him with an incongruous smile .

"Why are you running?" he kindly suggested, with a raised ending, complaining a little bit of dissatisfaction, "no one can escape."

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"what!"

"what!"

Shi Shi woke up from his sleep, and subconsciously straightened up, facing the forehead of the person in front of him, pretending to be facing each other, and let out a cry of pain together.

"What are you staring at me for?" Shitou exclaimed, "I'm sleeping, why are you plotting something wrong?"

Fu Qingfeng squatted in front of him, helplessly rubbing his hot forehead: "Your head is really hard..."

"Go, go, stay away from me." Shitou frowned and scolded, "When I see you Wuling people, I hate you."

"Brother Cen insisted on locking you up here, and I even interceded for you, so don't take revenge." Fu Qingfeng hurriedly argued, "And why did you sweat so much on your forehead just now, did you have a nightmare? "

"No, no. I can't remember what I dreamed of, I just feel hot." Shitou curled his lips, "Brother Fu, wipe my sweat off."

"Understood." Fu Qingfeng smiled helplessly, holding his sleeves, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Shi Shi felt comfortable being served, and smiled brightly: "You are quite virtuous, unlike your two vicious senior brothers."

Fu Qingfeng gave a long "Oh" and said meaningfully: "Soon you won't feel that way anymore."

Shi Shi didn't take it seriously, and only asked, "Where are your master and senior brother?"

"Master is going to retreat for a few days. Brother Cen has gone to investigate the matter of the Cangshan School and those poisonous insects. Yu Dailan is responsible for the safety of the disciples in the valley. As for me," Fu Qingfeng sat cross-legged in the stream, looked up at the stone and said, "I am in charge Interrogate you."

"You want to torture me to extract a confession?" Shitou asked with a smile.

"That's natural." Fu Qingfeng also laughed, "Who is your name, what is your identity, where do you live, what is the purpose of coming to Wuling, and what does the Shuiyadong murder have to do with you--Quickly Seriously, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude.”

Shitou ignored him, looked around, but couldn't find what he was looking for, so he asked disappointedly: "Where are your torture instruments? I also want to see the bloody secrets of Dazong Dapai."

Fu Qingfeng was amused by him, picked up the jug that he never left, took a big gulp from the jug, poured another small cup, and brought it to Shitou's mouth: "You have a drink too. "

Shi Shi was already curious, so he stuck out his tongue tentatively, and lightly licked the rim of the cup. His tongue was so hot that he shrank his tongue, which aroused his competitive spirit, so he just took a sip of the whole glass. And do.

"Bah, bah, bah!" He stuck out his tongue like a puppy, "It's so hot, so spicy, so hot! Why do you like this kind of thing?"

Fu Qingfeng laughed loudly: "I feel more and more that you are not the real murderer. You can't even drink alcohol, so how could you kill someone?"

"What does this have to do with drinking?" Shitou made a bitter face, and opened his mouth slightly to breathe out to dissipate heat, but his stomach was still hot, so he could only twist his body uncomfortably, "Since you think I'm innocent, you can put me away." Let it out?"

"Senior Brother Cen doesn't think you are the real murderer, but as long as he has any doubts, he will lock you up." Fu Qingfeng looked serious, grabbed the fishing net that was covering Shi Shi's lower body, and pulled it in front of him, "When he finds out The Cangshan faction will definitely let you out, and then we will drink together again."

"I don't want to drink." Shito pursed his mouth, "What are you doing with my feet? Are you really going to be punished?"

I saw Fu Qingfeng grabbing one of his ankles through the fishing net, and lifted it up. The white and smooth back of the foot had been soaked in the stream for a long time, and it was as pale as a stone.

Fu Qingfeng smiled and said nothing, suddenly curled up his fingers, and gently scratched the soles of his feet with his knuckles.

Shi Shi was taken aback, and immediately screamed: "Bastard, bastard, what are you doing!"

Fu Qingfeng gently scratched his soft soles again, this time with his fingertips.

The stone was so itchy that the whole body curled up, curled up like a hedgehog, only two feet were held in Fu Qingfeng's hands, the toes were tightly huddled, and the insteps were also straight: "Haha, you, you stop!" ,Ha ha ha ha……"

"Speak or not?" Fu Qingfeng paused, and repeated, "Who is your last name? What is your identity? Where do you live?"

Every time he asked a question, he would scratch the palm of the foot in a serious manner. The stone twitched crazily in his palm a few times, and his whole body kept shrinking back, sticking tightly to the cold wall.

"I'm, I'm called Shitou, uh, haha! Uh..." Shi Daxian replied tremblingly, "It's just ordinary, uh, don't scratch, ordinary and often a beggar, the world is... woohahahahahahaha... ..."

"You don't tell the truth." Fu Qingfeng feigned anger, "It seems that you will be punished twice."

"Don't, don't, don't," Shitou waved his hands again and again, "Brother! Immortal! My dear grandpa! You are so pitiful...Ah!!!"

I saw Fu Qingfeng ignoring his miserable screams, pulled off the wooden hairpin on top of his head with his backhand, and pressed the thin section against the stone's foot, and slowly stroked it down——

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, hahahahaha..."

He only felt that hundreds of bugs were biting his tendons and blood vessels. Tears welled up in his shiny black eyes. Bean-sized drops of water rolled in the eye sockets. Spring peach with morning dew.

"Not recruiting yet?" Fu Qingfeng stared at this handsome and beautiful face for a moment, then threatened again, "Don't tell me what your name is, I will write a 'Xiang Shenfu' on the bottom of your feet in small seal script. "

How many words does this have to be?Shitou made a quick calculation in his mind, scared himself out of his body, and kept shouting: "I'll do it, woo-hoo, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

"My name is Xie Qiushi."

He was so wronged that he hiccupped and replied word by word: "My name is Xie Qiushi, the autumn of autumn, the stone of the stone."