flapping wings

Even the well-informed Jianghu people have never seen such a scene, not to mention that there are many merchants taking goods downstairs, the scene was strangely quiet at first, and then there was a commotion immediately.

There were cries, calls for help, and screams. Although they were noisy, they shook a group of people from the rivers and lakes who were in hell to the world of the living again.

Mu Xiaoque picked up Qi Ping who was hugging her tightly and turned on tiptoe, stepped lightly on the railing on the second floor, grabbed the railing on the third floor, turned over and landed in the corridor.

The man was completely unrecognizable now, and he fell to the ground like a lump of mud, making a whoo-ho sound from his mouth.

Hearing the human voice, the man moved slightly, whimpered in his throat, tears came out of his eyes again, and leaned against the railing to swallow his breath completely.

Mu Xiaoque casually took out the handkerchief from her bosom, and covered that unrecognizable face, as a way to leave him with the last dignity.

Qi Ping slightly opened his eyes and looked into the house. The scene inside was not much better than the outside. There were several corpses lying on the ground, all of them were eyes wide open, and there seemed to be still fear in the eyes.

On the dining table in the house, the dishes were soaked in blood and were still steaming. It seemed that they were eating food one second, and the blood splashed on the spot the next second.

A delicate fragrance came out from the door, Qi Ping sniffed the fragrance and couldn't help walking towards the door, he blinked slightly, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Those people who fell in the pool of blood suddenly changed their appearance, and they were all rotten faces with maggots crawling around.

In those rotting faces, the eyes popped open, the eyeballs popped out of the frame, and the mucus hung on the ground, but they were still looking straight at him.

The distorted limbs crawled towards him, those already empty eye sockets were filled with tears, and it was unknown which corpse yelled first: "Revenge me!"

Then there was a sound, and it hit Qi Ping like a sea wave.

Panting heavily, he stepped back step by step.

Mu Xiaoque's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression had returned to clarity.

Qi Ping had already stepped into the room with one foot at this time, he pulled the person away, and at the same time held a sword across the door, blocking a foot that only wanted to step into the door.

A silver light flashed on the sword, and the sword energy dispersed to the crowd.

There was a hissing sound one after another, and before everyone could get angry with the assailant, they retreated in unison, and the crowd immediately became noisy.

"I seem to see my mother, mother! I miss you so much, don't go!" One person suddenly screamed and began to cry.

"I...I saw my big brother."

"I saw myself, covered in blood."

Mu Xiaoque cast a cold glance at everyone, sheathed her sword, turned around and tapped Qi Ping's forehead with her fingers, and looked into the room again, "You Yin Xiang."

As soon as the words You Mingxiang came out, the crowd froze immediately, and the discussion came to an abrupt end, and the crying mother-in-law fell silent as if he had died suddenly.

"Is it the Nether incense from the Demonic Dao? Were these people killed by the Demonic Dao?" A young man asked incredulously while covering the bloodstains on his arm.

He didn't hear the answer, so he looked at Mu Xiaoque, who obviously didn't intend to answer him, and was looking back at the boy behind him.

"You can't fucking be gentle?" Qi Ping's tears were knocked out by him, and now his head is still buzzing, "You always treat me so rough! But I still like it, shit!"

Mu Xiaoque looked down at the sword in her hand, and then at her own hand, not knowing what the other party was dissatisfied with.

"Flowers don't fall in Tianshan Mountain," the man didn't care about Mu Xiaoque's neglect, with a look of lingering fear on his face, he leaned over and cupped his hands, "Thank you brother for saving me just now, I don't know your name? "

Mu Xiaoque glanced at the other party and nodded, she didn't mean to say anything, and she didn't care if it hurt her face, how cold and arrogant she was.

He held two pieces of broken silver in his hand and flicked them into the house. With two clangs, the window opened wide, and the draft passed through, and the thick smell of blood mixed with moisture rushed towards his face.

He glanced back at Qi Ping again, pulled away Qi Ping's hand around his waist, and walked towards the door.

However, before taking a few steps, his arms were hugged again. He turned his head and glanced, and said, "It's a bit scary inside, are you sure you want to go in?"

Qi Ping nodded and followed Mu Xiaoque in, the inside was truly horrible, it would not be an exaggeration to say it was hell.

In his mind is still the scene that seemed real and fake just now, those rotten faces, even though they can't recognize their faces, but he knows who those people are, "What is Nether Fragrance?"

"A kind of drug that allows people to see the most terrifying scene in their hearts."

Mu Xiaoque looked around the window frame, and Qi Ping leaned over to have a look, only to see a wet mud footprint printed on it, obviously someone stepped here to peep into the house.

He looked at the people lying on the ground again, these people were definitely not mediocre, they were so spied on without realizing it, one can imagine the high martial arts skills of the peeping people.

"What did you see?" Qi Ping didn't notice Mu Xiaoque's body froze for a moment, and told himself what he saw, then looked at Mu Xiaoque, and asked again: "What about you?"

The howling in the ear, the hot temperature, and the sticky feeling of blood seemed to strike again. Mu Xiaoque looked down at the sword in his hand, and felt that the sword suddenly weighed more than a thousand catties.

His hands trembled unconsciously. If he hadn't picked up the sword, wouldn't everything have happened?

A scream suddenly sounded, Mu Xiaoque immediately came back to his senses, his chest vibrated like a drum, he calmly swept away Qi Ping who was sticking to his chest, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

"These are people from the Qingyang sect," one of them held a jade pendant in his hand, and the exclamation just now came from him, apparently discovering the identities of this group of people.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay for a moment, recalling every word that Qingyang sect disciple said in the corridor just now, although they looked surprised, they didn't say a word.

"I heard that the youngest son," one of them suddenly opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the neck by the people around him.

The scene became quiet again, some people looked puzzled, some people suddenly realized that a sect's tightly guarded secret was confirmed in people's hearts.

Now it seems that Mo Dao not only killed the disciples of the Qingyang Sect, but also exposed the scandal of the other party, but I don't know which one will cause an uproar between being cuckolded or killing a son.

Everyone has no doubt that from now on, there will be an endless situation between the two factions.

"Did they really kill the youngest son of the head of the Qingyang sect?" Qi Ping whispered into Mu Xiaoque's ear again. Even though he asked like this, he already felt that the matter was inseparable.

Otherwise, what could be more frightening than killing one's own junior?What could be more frightening than seeing someone you killed with your own hands come back to life?

It's just that what this group of people didn't expect was that they used Mo Dao's signature to fulfill their selfishness, and Mo Dao used their inner demons to deal with themselves in turn.

"Maybe." Hearing Mu Xiaoque's answer, Qi Ping looked at the miserable situation in the room again, and then asked: "Do you think that young son knew in advance that his seniors were going to kill him?"

"Whether he knows it in advance or not, he will definitely know it in the end," Mu Xiaoque rarely answered Qi Ping's question seriously.

Qi Ping sighed, he knew what Mu Xiaoque was trying to express behind, no matter when he found out about this, the sadness and despair of the youngest son would never decrease.

………………

This kind of tragedy happened in the inn, especially just now when many people were forced to see the most terrifying thing about themselves, they all packed up and left, never wanting to step into the inn again.

More than half of the people staying in the hotel had left, and the downstairs was no longer as lively as before. Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping also went downstairs and returned to their rooms after coming out of the third floor.

At this time, Qi Ping was standing in front of Mu Xiaoque's door and did not want to leave, but there are people who are naturally cold-hearted and have no sympathy for jade.

Helpless, full of fear, Qi Ping had no choice but to go back to his room, planning to take a hot bath before going to bed.

Soaking in the water relieved his mental tension. He closed his eyes and recalled what he had encountered along the way, feeling quite embarrassed.

Those who assassinated them didn't know if they were people in the devil's way. Is a piece of jade, a treasure waiting to be discovered, really worth such a big fight?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing, for the sake of one person's reputation, one sect's reputation, is it really worth killing the junior who gets along day and night?

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

There was a dull crashing sound suddenly.

While thinking, Qi Ping opened his eyes when he heard the voice, and a drop of bright red liquid happened to fall in front of his eyes.

With a tick, it fell into the water, and the water droplets splashed in all directions, creating ripples in the water. After a while, a bright red slowly spread out in the water.

The second and third drops also burst on the water.

Goosebumps rose up on Qi Ping's body, "Mu Xiaoque!"

With a miserable howl, he quickly jumped out of the water, picked up the sword on the table and scanned the surroundings warily.

Now the whole inn is in a state of panic, the first time I heard such a voice, it seemed that even the faint candlelight flinched.

Mu Xiaoque quickly entered Qi Ping's room. When passing by the table, she picked up the clothes on it and threw it over. Then she slapped her back again, completely blocking all kinds of probing eyes from the door.

He ran to the window to check for a while, then frowned and looked at Qi Ping, with the meaning of "If you dare to make such unreasonable troubles, I will kill you right away".

But Qi Ping was half naked and rubbed his body continuously, with an expression of eating flies.

Until another tick sounded, Mu Xiaoque looked towards the roof, and caught the bloody color with sharp eyes.

He walked up to Qi Ping and wrapped the clothes around him tightly, then carried him and ran upstairs, and the people who were standing at the door of Qi Ping's room watching this followed behind them.

The sword shot upwards from the crack in the door, and the door immediately opened to both sides, Mu Xiaoque's nose wrinkled, it smelled like blood.

He put Qi Ping at the door and walked into the room alone. In the darkness, he could see a black shadow lying motionless on the ground.

The candles were lit, and the scene inside the house suddenly became clear.

That mass of black shadows was nothing but two corpses that had been dead for a long time. All the blood had seeped into the floor, and that was where the ticking sound came from.

Qi Ping walked into the house with bare feet, and other people rushed in one after another, all of them were not very good-looking, and they were probably secretly feeling bad luck.

Mu Xiaoque glanced at Qi Ping, took off his coat and wrapped it around his dripping head, then walked towards the corpse.

"Look at the marks of fire skulls on their bodies, are they from the Death Demon Sect of the Demonic Dao?"

"Do you think the scars on this corpse are caused by Xuanxiu School's "Thunderbolt" move?"

"Killed with one move, the wounds have scorched marks, and the heart veins are exploded, it is indeed like "thunderstorm"."

"It is estimated that some disciples of the Xuanxiu Sect met these people here, and they acted for the heavens, and ended up with these two beasts."

"Yes, in the devil's way, everyone can get it and punish him. When I meet this thief, I will definitely draw my sword to face him."

Qi Ping listened to the discussions around him, and then looked at the corpse, it was indeed as the group of people said.

But he always felt it was weird. Although such things are not common in Jianghu, it is more normal to draw swords to help when the road is uneven. Moreover, the enmity between the righteous way and the evil way has a long history, and the two confrontations like today are obviously normal.

but……

He looked at Mu Xiaoque: "What do you think?"

"It's strange," Mu Xiaoque stared at the two corpses, "Can a chivalrous man who secretly slaughtered people in an inn really be called a chivalrous man?"

After hearing this, Qi Ping nodded repeatedly. This kind of behavior of hiding his head and showing his tail is far from a chivalrous man who eliminates rape and punishes evil.

The innkeeper came upstairs with an even more stinky expression. He didn't know which god he had provoked. He was ready to close the shop tomorrow morning and stay away from this sad place.

Everyone present also made this plan, and some even decided to leave immediately, take the official road at night, and go to the mountain road during the day, so that they can reach the real big city-Yong'an City before it gets dark tomorrow.