Yangyue

"Qi Zhu—!"

Henry Zhang looked for Qi Zhu's figure in the fog, he was anxious, but at the same time annoyed, did Qi Zhu leave by himself?Or was it in danger?

In order to have a wider view, everyone can only try their best to go to the top of the high mountain. Just now, many people were injured in the needle rain in the form of Gu insects, and all the injured will become warlike without exception. Start killing irrationally.

Fortunately, Duan Rufeng was not injured, he and Henry Zhang are the two with the highest martial arts among all, Duan Rufeng took care of those injured men for him for the time being, but now he just wants to find Qi Zhu wholeheartedly.

Xiao Yangyue came to the top of Jieziling Mountain, and the wet and heavy red mist surrounded him like blood-colored flying flowers, and he could no longer see clearly the place five meters away.

In the fog, Henry Zhang felt that his breathing was also blocked, he panted slightly, and called Qi Zhu again, but still did not get any response.

The red mist here is too similar to the Wuyin Flying Flower Formation of Sanfengshan Hongyuehui. Henry Zhang has clearly noticed that the internal force in his body has been slightly disturbed. To unbearable pain.

Who is Geng Chongdao?And who killed him?

Why does Qi Zhu seem to know so clearly?

At this moment, there was a loud noise like the roar of a wild beast in the fog. The mist was ever-changing, and suddenly condensed into a huge red strange figure, which opened its teeth and claws and rushed towards Henry Zhang.

Even the illusion in the fog is the same as on Sanfeng Mountain!

Henry Zhang looked at him coldly, cursed coldly in his heart, and moved a sword, the sword energy pierced through the monster transformed by the mist like an arrow breaking through the clouds, and the red mist dissipated around him in an instant.

The hair on Henry Zhangyue's sideburns swayed slightly in the wind. He recalled that day at the top of Sanfeng Mountain, Qi Zhu was left by him outside Hongyuehui Villa. At that time, there was also such a dense fog around the villa. Now that I think about it carefully, Qi Zhu was in a coma at that time, I'm afraid it was just pretending!

All the bits and pieces of the past came to Henry Zhang's mind, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Qi Zhu had fooled him in many places that I didn't know, and I was worried about him, but he came and left whenever he wanted!

At this moment, Henry Zhang heard suddenly, a thin female voice came from the depths of the dense fog like threads.

Henry Zhang couldn't hear what the female voice was saying, but somehow felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.He seemed to be in a dream, and that soft and gentle voice was attracting him.

Henry Zhang clenched the sword in his hand and walked slowly towards the place where the sound came from. He held his breath and stared closely at the depths filled with fog.The ethereal and quiet female voice was like weeping, faintly echoing in his ears.

"Moon..."

Xiao Yangyue suddenly became cold all over, trembling climbed up his back, he finally recognized this voice, this voice buried deep in his memory, which he could hear every day when he was a child, The voice of his mother calling him.

"Yue'er, come, mother made you an osmanthus cake today."

"Yue'er is awesome, mother is happy for you."

"Yue'er, father and mother hope that when you grow up, you can never set foot in the rivers and lakes..."

"...Yue'er... don't come out...Father and mother will soon..."

Xiao Yangyue will never forget that day, when the group of thieves broke into his home, his father tried his best to protect them, and his mother took him to a small hidden cellar in the backyard, covered him with dense thatch, Tears told him not to come out no matter what happened, father and mother would come back to him soon.

However, parents never came back.

When he was young, he huddled tightly in the thatch, not daring to make the slightest sound. He heard the sound of chaotic footsteps and cursing, the sound of swords fighting, his father's heart-piercing roar and mother's crying.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt hot, and the group of thieves set fire around his house and left just like that.Henry Zhang crawled out of the cellar, and the raging fire reflected in his clear eyes.

Sparks flew in all directions like fireflies, and he stared blankly at the dead body of his father in the courtyard, while his mother fell by the side of the stone steps. He was humiliated to death by thieves.

Bloody memories occupied Xiao Yangyue's mind, but his expression was indifferent. In the past ten years, even if the vengeance had been avenged, he always dreamed of that day, and he was already used to such torture thousands of times.

He walked slowly towards the mist, and a figure gradually appeared, with his back facing him, that figure had long water-like hair with emerald hairpins, and was wearing a gentle water-colored long dress.

The woman looked back, she was still the appearance in Henry Zhang's childhood memory, always so beautiful, so dignified and elegant.

It's his mother.

Henry Zhang's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly wet. He saw his mother walking towards him, calling his baby name softly, but he could no longer utter this name from his lips.

The figure of the person in front of him was so real, so real that it seemed to be a flesh and blood existence, as if he could touch her again as long as he was willing to stretch out his hand.

As soon as Henry Zhang closed his eyes, he finally raised his hand and cut off the phantom of the person in front of him.

After the phantom of the person in front of him disappeared, there was a sudden noisy sound from behind Henry Zhangyue, and he immediately turned around, only to see another scene looming under the cover of the mist.

Several ordinary-looking but burly men surrounded and stared at him, one of them stepped forward, showing a vague smile, and asked him the way.

Henry Zhang also remembered these people. These bandits pretended to be lost villagers. When he relaxed his vigilance, they suddenly spilled a large amount of drug from his sleeve. A group of people surrounded him and pressed him to the ground in an attempt to rape him. he.

Piercing these illusions with the blade, Henry Zhang stared coldly at the front. The fog here is different from Sanfeng Mountain, and it can actually affect people's minds, creating some scenes that can arouse fear in people's hearts. It is really vicious .

Xiao Yangyue's eyes turned suddenly, and she swung her sword suddenly to stab somewhere in the fog. The dense fog in front of her quickly passed by, and a figure of a person appeared, and Xiao Yangyue opened her eyes, and the sword edge suddenly stopped in front of that person .

Qi Zhuzheng was raising the folding fan in his hand to resist Henry Zhangyue's attack. When Henry Zhangyue stopped, he let out a breath slowly and said, "I finally found you. I just separated suddenly. You and Duan Rufeng blinked." There's no trace of it."

Henry Zhang frowned slightly and stared at him, anger, suspicion and faint worries entangled in his heart, making his throat tight.

He stared at Qi Zhu closely, stretched out his hand slowly, touched Qi Zhu's shoulder, and the warm touch spread to his fingertips.

Qi Zhu: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yangyue put down his hands, looked Qi Yi up and down, saw that he was not injured, and gradually relaxed, but still snorted coldly: "Suddenly separated? Why did you leave? The others didn't leave? "

"This……"

Henry Zhang put the sword back into its sheath, and said expressionlessly: "There are many illusions in the fog, and the illusions are dangerous. It is not suitable to stay for a long time. First, I will make peace with Duan Rufeng and the others. When I am out of danger, I will talk to Shaoqing again!"

Qi Zhu showed a bit of helplessness on his face, but he had nothing to say, so he could only follow Henry Zhang's footsteps.

"Where are Duan Rufeng and the others?"

"Halfway."

"Did someone get injured in the needle rain that those Gu worms turned into before?" Qi Zhu frowned and said, "Those Gu worms are not normal things, they will enter the human body through wounds, and their toxins will make people lose their minds..."

Before Qi Zhu finished speaking, a sharp cold wind suddenly blew behind the two of them. Henry Zhang turned his head quickly, only to see a dense fog as sharp as a knife's edge suddenly gathered behind Qi Zhu, and suddenly attacked Qi Zhu.

The speed of the trick was too fast, and Henry Zhang had no time to step forward to stop it, so he could only panic and shout: "Behind you!"

Henry Zhang has seen Qi Zhu use martial arts many times, and he knows that he is really very human, with profound martial arts background, such a plot, Qi Zhu should be able to escape.

But he is still worried, and still wants to stop him desperately, because only in this way can he feel relieved.

As soon as Xiao Yangyue's voice fell, the strange dense fog was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing through Qi Zhu's chest from behind in an instant, and a blood hole as thick as a wrist was opened in Qi Zhu's chest, and the inside of the wound His flesh and bones are clearly visible.

Henry Zhang was stunned, he felt the hot blood from Qi Zhu's chest splashing on his face like raindrops, a difficult and sharp sound lingered in his mind, the wound seemed to open on his heart, so fresh blood dripping.

He suddenly widened his eyes, his senses seemed to leave him in an instant, he only saw Qi Zhu's pale and unbelievable face, the sharp knife that pierced his chest turned into flying flowers and dissipated, but his blood flowed more and more.

Henry Zhang was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Qi..."

The folding fan in Qi Zhu's hand suddenly slipped to the ground, his chest was pierced, and the broken flesh of his heart was faintly visible. In this very short moment, it seemed that he could no longer hear Henry Zhang's voice.

Qi Zhuwei opened his empty eyes, and scarlet blood overflowed from his lips. He fell forward on the ground, and fell silently at Henry Zhang's feet. His blood was like a bucket of dye poured down, covering the ground layer by layer. The thin snow was instantly dyed red.

"...Qi Zhu?"

Henry Zhang stared at the person who fell on the ground, looking at the blood in his eyes, and his voice was full of confusion.

After a long while, Henry Zhang's sword fell to the ground, and he knelt in the snow, in the pool of blood under Qi Zhu's body, his eyes flickered, his whole body was trembling, his palms covered Qi Zhu's back, which was terrible. The horrible blood hole, as if when you do so, the wound will disappear.

"Qi Zhu?" He called him in a hoarse voice, his voice and mind still confused, "...are you okay?"

The person who fell in front of him did not respond to him, and his slightly opened eyes had completely lost their vitality.Xiao Yangyue felt that his breathing had stopped and his body had no pulse, but his mind seemed to deliberately obscure this feeling, making him think that Qi Zhu was still alive and he was fine.

But why?Qi Zhu didn't respond to him?

Henry Zhang felt breathless, the scene in front of him was bizarre, he seemed to be forcing himself not to reveal the answer, he tremblingly touched Qi Zhu's hand, there was only a biting chill at the beginning.

Xiao Yangyue knelt alone in the snow, his brows were full of helplessness, he held Qi Zhu's cold hand, like a child who didn't know what death was.

At this moment, a thick palm suddenly came over from behind, quietly covering his eyes.A warm body approached him, wrapping him tightly like a gust of hot wind.

"Close your eyes, Henry Zhang." The familiar voice entered Henry Zhang's ears, calm and low, but it was enough to pierce all the fog, "Don't be afraid, it's just a hallucination."