Meteor Killer

Tomb-sweeping season, drizzle.

Mingyue Xin wore a plain white dress and walked slowly on the winding and rugged mountain road.

The rain in March always looks deceptively cold.

And this hill standing by the river is so quiet and lonely.

Meng Xinghun didn't know why Mingyuexin brought him to this place.

This deserted and ghostly hillside.

He couldn't help raising his umbrella slightly and asked her: "Ming Yuexin, did anyone live here before?"

Mingyue Xin in front seemed to be deaf, without any sound.

A gust of mountain wind passed by, and the wet rain and fog covered his face.

Faintly, I heard the roar of the water waves rolling and roaring.

Mingyue Xin seemed to be very familiar with this, and chose the path she should take without any hesitation before every fork in the road.

This is a road that leads to the top of the mountain.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived.

Ming Yuexin stopped her figure, Meng Xinghun walked around her, and saw the astonishing scene in front of her.

This is a wide open space.

In fact, it can't be considered empty space.

Because hundreds of tombstones of different shapes and sizes occupy almost every place.

They are densely arranged and scattered in a well-proportioned manner, so that there is no room for a small piece of flat land.

Meng Xinghun was stunned, "Where is this place?"

He heard his own voice, blown to pieces by the damp mountain wind.

Ming Yuexin didn't answer him.Without saying a word, she walked through the only gaps between the tombs and came to a tombstone.

There is no difference between this tomb and the others, and the characters on the tomb have been eroded by the mountain wind and become illegible.

Ming Yuexin put down the carrying basket on her shoulders, and took out the incense burner, sacrificial fruits and paper money from the basket.

Who is the person in the tomb?

And why, set up a tomb in such a deserted place?

Cigarettes are curling up, blown away by the wind from time to time.

Ming Yuexin lit the paper money, and Meng Xinghun stepped forward to help her. He suddenly noticed that Ming Yuexin's pale face was covered with tears.

He could no longer hold back and asked loudly: "Ming Yuexin, tell me, where is this place, and who is the person in this tomb?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Meng Xinghun's umbrella shook tremblingly, as if it would melt in the endless smoke and rain at any moment.

Ming Yuexin lowered her head, and after a long time, she said quietly: "The person in this tomb is my father."

Meng Xinghun looked at her face, her expression was sad, infinitely sad.

He was about to ask a question, when Ming Yuexin said slowly: "My father was killed, right here, two years ago."

Meng Xinghun said: "My lord?"

Ming Yuexin lowered her head for a while, then asked suddenly. "Meteor, have you heard of the Star Gate?"

"Tianxingmen, you mean the Tianxingmen massacre that was destroyed two years ago?"

"Not bad." She said slowly.

"This incident caused a sensation in the martial arts world. I once heard my sister say it. Although the Tianxing Gate is not as powerful as the Azure Dragon Association, it still has some prestige in the martial arts world. killed every one of the killers."

"In one night, more than 200 people were killed, but no one knows who is responsible for this tragic murder."

Meng Xinghun frowned, and suddenly raised his head, "Could it be your father?"

"No, my father is not from the Tianxingmen," Ming Yuexin took his words, "but he is a doctor."

"doctor?"

"good."

"Perhaps you may ask, how could a doctor of the Miao ethnic group have anything to do with the Tianxingmen massacre?"

"But in fact, it's because my father is a Miao doctor that they came to us."

Meng Xinghun shook his head puzzled.

Ming Yuexin continued: "My mother passed away very early on. My father had a close friend in Central China, so he traveled thousands of miles to bring me here. Then, with the help of that friend, he started I opened a pharmacy and sold some medicinal materials unique to Miaojiang, and my life is not rich, but it is also ordinary and happy."

"But two years ago..." Ming Yuexin's expression gradually became painful, and she took a deep breath, as if she needed a lot of courage to continue the current narration.

Meng Xinghun waited for her quietly.

"My father was invited that night, and the person who invited him was the head of the Tianxing Gate."

"The manager of the Tianxing Gate?" Meng Xinghun couldn't help asking.

"Not bad." Mingyue Xin replied.

"At that time, I was awakened in my sleep. I sneaked into the courtyard and heard the conversation between the two of them."

"At first I didn't know who it was, but I vaguely saw it seemed to be an elderly man. At that time, I only heard someone say, my lady might not survive tonight, please go and have a look anyway." The man's voice was hurried, as if something serious had happened."

"At that time, I heard my father say that although everyone in my clan is familiar with the Gu art of the Miao nationality, it is so complicated and weird that it is not like ordinary magic. That is to say, if your girl is really under the spell of my clan, Gu is a curse, and the only person who can break it is the person who cast the Gu for her. Others are not only helpless, but if they cast the spell rashly without knowing the solution, they may have their lives in danger. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell is needed Well, if I don't know how the girl was cursed at that time, naturally I can't help her break the curse."

"When I heard this at the time, I knew in my heart that the person who came was from the Tianxingmen, because at that time I had heard from my father that the daughter of the head of the Tianxingmen was poisoned by someone's poison. And the people from the Tianxingmen had repeatedly I want to ask my father to heal the girl, but my father refuses every time. I know that my father is not afraid of getting involved in disputes, but that he really doesn't know how to break the curse."

Hearing this, Meng Xinghun secretly sighed and said, "At that time, I also heard from my sister that the daughter of the head of the Tianxing Gate suddenly contracted a strange disease for no reason. It is said that everything is as usual during the day, but at night, he will go crazy and kill everyone. The head of the Tianxingmen is almost exhausted because of this. He has visited famous doctors, but no one can explain why. Finally, in a By chance, I found out that my daughter is suffering from the Gu art of the Miao nationality, and I have no choice but to ask your father to treat her."

"But..." Ming Yuexin sighed, "As my father said, unless the person who committed the voodoo is found, no one can save his daughter."

"So that night, your father still rejected them, just like the previous few times?"

"No..." Ming Yuexin's eyelashes trembled violently, "He went, because that night the head manager of the Star Gate knelt down and begged my father, and my father agreed to let him have a look."

"But..." Ming Yuexin's voice was choked with sobs, "After Dad left...he never... came back."

Meng Xinghun's expression was serious, he naturally understood that the day Ming Yuexin's father went was the day when the Miemen murder happened.In other words, her father, like everyone else in the Tianxingmen, was mercilessly killed by the killer.

Ming Yuexin's tears fell to the ground drop by drop, "Meteor, do you know that the place where we are standing now is where the Tianxing Gate was at that time."

Meng Xinghun closed his eyes dejectedly, and understood everything, why Ming Yuexin brought him here, and why there are so many desolate tombstones here.

And he can also imagine what a cruel killing took place on this land at that time.

"Meteor, do you know how everyone in the Tianxing Gate, including my father, died?"

Meng Xinghun shook his head numbly.

"They were killed by a swordsman with high martial arts skills. Each of them has a thin and long wound on their heart."

Meng Xinghun's heart skipped a beat, "Heart, a long and thin wound?"

Ming Yuexin bit her lip and said, "That's right, the man we saw that day in the cave of Lone Star Mountain, his wounds were exactly the same as my father's wounds."

Meng Xinghun felt his hand holding the sword tremble.

Who, who used the same swordsmanship as him to kill Ming Yuexin's father and everyone in the Tianxingmen?

Could it be my sister? It's impossible. My sister also told him at the time that she didn't know who the murderer was?

Mingyue Xin wept and said: "This unsolved martial arts case has not yet been solved. And when I saw the wound on that man's body that day, I knew that the cruel murderer was still at large, even killing innocent people... "

Meng Xinghun felt that his thoughts were numb, and he couldn't listen to what Ming Yuexin said next.

He thought over and over about the murder at that time.

Two years ago, the Tianxing Gate, the thin and long wound...

Could it be him?Suddenly, he thought of it.

Yes, it must be him, the man I met in Qingyin Xiaoge that day.

The man who gave him medicine for no reason.

He's also a killer, and a ruthless and cold one at that.

And he also discovered that, judging from the way he held the sword, his swordsmanship might be the same as his.

There is no need for a reason for killers to kill people. A commission and a large sum of money can make them kill people easily.

Meng Xinghun had no doubt that he was the one who would do such a thing.

Because he killed himself, and never asked his sister why. My sister had her own reasons for killing them, and these reasons were completely meaningless to him.

But the question is, who is he?

Just when Meng Xinghun was deep in thought, Mingyuexin sighed quietly: "My father and I are determined to cure illnesses and save lives, and how much painstaking effort it will take to save a dying patient, but those killers did it in just a short period of time." Capture a fresh life in an instant."

Meng Xinghun's whole body shook suddenly.

But Ming Yuexin said again: "Meteor, how do you think those killers can live with peace of mind after killing people? I think: They must be tormented by nightmares and haunted by ghosts all day long."

Meng Xinghun felt the sweat on his forehead slowly seeping out.

He said: "Ming Yue Xin, let's go back."

But Mingyue Xin stood there motionless like a stone statue.

Meng Xinghun was helpless, anxiously pulled Ming Yuexin's arm, but suddenly Ming Yuexin fell into his arms with her whole body.

Ming Yuexin's body was soft and light, but Meng Xinghun felt that he could not support himself, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Everything that happened today was too heavy for him to bear.

Ming Yuexin cried in his arms: "Meteor, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will not kill anyone, okay? Promise me, Meteor."

Meng Xinghun closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

Because he knew that he could never make any promises to this girl, now and in the future.

Ximen Chuuxue also had a young age.

When he was young, he liked to find people to duel, so he also killed many people.

He didn't feel guilty about it, because those who had the guts to fight him were those who could afford it.

Most young people like to play life and death games.

They enjoy the excitement of hanging their lives, the unknown and the mystery.

A duel is a gamble.

The most intense gamble.

Ximen Chuuxue survived several duels, not by luck.

He relied on the sword in his hand.

Every time he made a bet, he bet not on himself, but on his sword.

Then, he staked himself on his sword.

Many people died by his sword, they lost.

Before they died, they all stared at Ximen Chuuxue's sword with their own blood dripping on it.

Then, they will close their eyes with a complex and contradictory mood.

But at this time, Ximen Chuuxue just habitually raised his sword and gently blew off the blood on the sword.

He looked peaceful as if nothing had happened.

He won, but he didn't feel anything.

Because he wins every time.

Win numb, win boring.

He imagines himself losing 360 days a year.

Imagine yourself falling under someone else's sword.

However, he always failed to do so.

So, he made up his mind to find someone.

Find someone who will get him what he wants.

That person is Zhongyuan Dianhong.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong was still practicing martial arts at the Taiyuan Sword School at that time, but his martial arts were very high.

Ximen Chuuxue believes that in him, he will definitely find the answer he wants.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed again.

He didn't lose, and Zhongyuan Hong didn't lose at all. Their duel was ruined by a girl named Panpan.

Panpan is a fellow apprentice of Zhongyuan Dianhong.

She stood between the two of them abruptly, her eyes were so determined that Ximen Chuuxue couldn't lift the sword in his hand.

After the opportunity was missed, he and Zhongyuan Yidianhong actually became friends.

So, he spent the most memorable days in his life.

Gongsun Liang spent one-third of his life counting money.

He is also helpless, because his money is too much.

He has a lot of money because he keeps making money.

He kept earning, but he also kept using it.

But he always earns more than he uses, so he will always have endless money.

There are many people who are born with an ability to make money.

Or to put it another way, they are born with money.

Gongsunliang's greatest pleasure is counting money.

He likes to shut himself in a room and count money.

Not because it's safer being locked up in a room, but because of the joy of counting money, which he doesn't want to share.

There are many things that require a person to secretly enjoy themselves in order to realize its true happiness.

The same goes for counting money.

Gongsun Liang already regards counting money as a kind of enjoyment, even a kind of glory of life.

Moreover, he has his own unique habit of counting money.

He always sorts banknotes, land deeds, jewelry, gold ingots, etc. first, and puts them on the table.

Then fold the banknotes neatly, fix one end, and count slowly one by one.

He counted very carefully, and every time he counted one, he would smile slightly.

Then, he clearly wrote down the amount and amount of the banknotes in the account book, and of course, fiddled with the abacus a few times if necessary.

When Meng Xinghun came to kill him, he happened to be counting money again.

In fact, it cannot be regarded as a coincidence.

Because my sister told him that when a person is counting money, his vigilance will always be relaxed.

Not to mention people like Gongsun Liang.

When he was absorbed in the fun of counting money, how could he have the time to think about other things.

Meng Xinghun easily broke into his room.

Then he easily sent the sword into his heart.

Gongsun Liang didn't even have time to call out.

But he still has a lot of money in his hand.

With his last breath, he threw the bank notes, land deeds, jewelry, gold ingots and other things at Meng Xinghun.

Unexpectedly, these things turned out to be his weapons when he was desperate.

Of course these things can't kill people.

Meng Xinghun avoided it lightly and deftly.

Silver bills were flying around the room, one by one falling from Meng Xinghun's eyes.

Gongsun Liang fell on the table, leaned forward, and buried his face in his mountain of bank notes.

The amount of bank notes varies, ranging from a thousand taels to hundreds of taels.

But they are all money, and they can be used.

They are used to buy happiness for the living, not to save the dead.

They are different from paper money.

Paper money also has different amounts and values ​​of varying sizes, but they can only be burned by living people in the end.

Ming Yuexin found a burning bowl, and she put the paper money in it together.

Some are scattered copper plates, which are light and thin, and will fly in all directions when the wind blows.

Some are packed in special pouches, stuffed bulgingly.

She lit the fire.

The flames sprang up quickly, and the wind helped the fire grow.

The underworld bag was on fire, turning black from the edge little by little, as if being swallowed up by the darkness of the underworld.

Destroying corpses and eradicating traces is also a kind of reincarnation.

The traces of reincarnation are gray flying flowers like cotton shavings, which rise little by little from the fire bowl.

Mixed in the flying copper plate, black and white hand over.

It jumps and dances recklessly, aggressively invading the world of the living.

The breath of death permeated the narrow room.

The candle is dimly lit, with a little bit of fragrance left.

Ming Yuexin's pale face was constantly enlarged in front of Meng Xinghun's eyes.

The paper money flying all over the sky turned into dots of white ghosts, staggering and attacking him together.

He felt a choking suffocation.

Yin and Yang are intertwined, and life and death are blurred.

When Meng Xinghun opened his eyes again, the paper money in front of him had disappeared.

He saw Gongsun Liang's body, still lying quietly on the table.

On the ground, there are countless white silver bills.

It's banknotes, not paper money.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is the world of the living.

He walked over the banknotes on the ground, pressing them down without hesitation, and every time he took a step, he could hear them panting and groaning.

He walked up to Gongsun Liang.

It took him a lot of effort to turn his body over.

On Gongsun Liang's chest, there was a wound from the Meteor Sword, and the wound was still bleeding.

Everyone who died by his sword had such a wound, and Meng Xinghun was used to seeing it.

What he wanted to see was not Gongsun Liang's wound.

It's his eyes.

He thought of Mo Cong's eyes, the resentful and stern eyes of the man who was killed by him in the cave of Lone Star Mountain, almost killed him.

Gongsun Liang's eyes were tightly closed.

He shook his body violently, but he still refused to open his eyes.

He shouted in his heart, wishing he could open his eyes, but he couldn't hear it.

He was so angry that he pulled out the Meteor Sword violently and stabbed him hard again.

Blood splashed on him, but he couldn't care less.

Gongsun Liang's eyes trembled slightly.

He was ecstatic, lowered his voice, panted and repeated, "Look at me, look at me, look at me..."

But Gongsun Liang's eyes still did not open after all.

He is dead.