This is a night without snow or moon.

The dark clouds completely obscured the sky, and it was reluctant to rain and snow. Even the wind seemed to have stopped, making people feel a bit of unbearable heat, and it was difficult to sleep after tossing and turning.

Duan Qihu didn't sleep.

He sent his wife and children to the backyard early, and sat alone in the front yard main hall. He ordered his subordinates to surround Duan's mansion like an iron barrel. Duan's mansion seemed to be the same as before, but in fact it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and was very cautious.

Duan Qihu's index finger bent slightly, and he knocked on the table one after another.

He is waiting.

When Manager Lin led fifty dead soldiers to raid Xingfu.

I am also waiting for the courageous "aggressive ghost" tonight to come to my house again.

There is actually no undying grudge between Duan Qihu and Xingmao. But one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Both of them know that Mocheng can only accommodate one king sooner or later. Both sides are accumulating strength, waiting to give the other party a fatal blow.

Now Duan Qihu can't wait any longer, and what happened at the birthday party made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Xingmao must be removed, and must not be dragged down any more.

The night is long and the dreams are too many. It is better to take the initiative sooner rather than late. Instead of sitting there waiting for death, it is better to take action first.

Tonight, success or failure will be here.

He ordered people to look at the hourglass, and it was almost midnight.

Last night, it was haunted at about this time, tonight...

Duan Qihu smiled coldly.

At present, lights are lit everywhere in the Duan family, and there are people guarding every place. He doesn't believe it, and he will never see where he came in.

The cold wind suddenly rose outside, and she was swept into the hall with flowers and leaves. The coldness and thrilling came to her face. The guards at the door couldn't help but sneeze.

The lantern swayed above the head intensified, the candlelight suddenly went out, and there was darkness in front of me.

"ah!!!"

The call came from the northwest corner of Duan Mansion, where the female family lived in the backyard.

The scream was also familiar. It should be Duan Qihu's daughter who had just met the hairpin.

Duan Qihu rose up and jumped out of the hall, rushing towards the direction where the screams sounded.

As if he had made an appointment, the lanterns above his head were extinguished one by one wherever he passed.

"What's going on!"

"There are people over there!"

The guards were heard one after another, but they could only hear the wind and didn't know where the enemy was.

The wind is everywhere, as if there is still someone talking in his ears.

Like far or near.

Duan Qihu...blood debt and blood repayment...

Many people can't help but feel panic when they think of the rumors of haunted last night and the legend of the ghost crying city.

"Ghost!!!"

In the darkness, someone started to scream, not knowing what he saw or encountered.

Panic spread rapidly, and screams and shouts came one after another.

The Duan Mansion guards were well-trained and did not run around in this situation.

Duan Qihu led his men to the backyard in the northwest.

Just in time, my daughter screamed again.

Duan Qihu's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, he saw his daughter lying on the ground, his neck was bright red, his eyes were still open, his face showed fear, and he died with his eyes closed.

The servants and the women fled in all directions, screaming in the yard.

Duan's wife rushed over from the next yard and fainted when she saw her daughter's miserable condition.

Duan Qihu had never seen what it would be like to kill a ghost, but he knew that the sword wound on his daughter's neck was definitely not caused by monsters.

"If you have the ability to come to me, what's the point of killing unarmed women and children!"

He roared angrily at the dark void around him like a wounded lion.

"Xingmao! I know it's you! Get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind came, with a murderous aura that cannot be ignored.

Duan Qihu dodged sideways, raised his sleeve and swept out a light and flew towards the enemy.

People in the world only know that his Vajra fingering is extremely powerful, but few people know that his hidden weapon techniques are also excellent, just because most of the people who know have already gone to the Yellow Springs Hell.

He had expected that his hidden weapon would be so fast that even if the other party could avoid the vital points, he would definitely be injured. Unexpectedly, the black shadow suddenly disappeared in the air, causing the hidden weapon to emptie and directly penetrated into the tree trunk not far away.

Is it really a ghost?!

There is no ghost in this world!

Duan Qihu was shocked, and his back hurt so hard that he couldn't help but fly out.

The guards rushed forward one after another, but they were not enemies of the other party, and they all fell out one after another.

Some were killed by their necks with one move, while others fell to the ground with serious injuries and screamed everywhere.

But the other party's target was Duan Qihu from beginning to end, so the moment Duan Qihu fell to the ground, he rushed over again, so fast that it was too late to stop it!

The overwhelming power even made Duan Qihu's eardrums bulge, and he felt that the strong wind was causing the world to be unkind.

At this point, Duan Qihu had already understood that the other party could not be a demon, but a real person.

Even the top master with much higher martial arts skills than him!

When my martial arts were at its peak, I might have the power to escape, but now-

His wife and children are here, and he can't escape, nor can he run away.

"The way to die is so cheap. I want you to watch the people closest to you die one by one."

A faint sigh sounded, accompanied by a sharp palm wind, which seemed extremely inconsistent.

The Vajra fingering technique was useless at this moment. Duan Qihu could only pour all his internal strength into the palm wind and try to try his best.

"One person does things and one person takes care of it, and the trouble will not be as good as his wife and children!" He gritted his teeth and tried his best to see the other person's true face.

The palm stinged, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Duan Qihu fell backwards.

He was gasping heavily and had not lost consciousness yet, but his meridians were damaged and he was already a toothless tiger.

"Who are you? Did Xingmao send you here!"

"My name is Yan Xuexing." The man in front of him was wearing a mysterious suit and looked at him indifferently.

"You? A person from Linchuan Academy?" Duan Qihu remembered, "It is you who poisoned the birthday party?! Why do you do what you do!"

Duan Qihu was sure that he had never seen him.

He never offended the Linchuan Academy far away in Nanchen, and both sides did not violate the river.

Yan Xuexing smiled coldly: "It's not me who poisoned me. I can only say that you have too many enemies and countless people want to kill you! As for Peng Xiang, I did kill him because he deserves to die just like you!"

Duan Qihu: "I have no grudges with Linchuan Academy in the past, and no grudges recently!"

Yan Xuexing: "It has nothing to do with Linchuan Academy. You just need to remember me, Yan Xuexing, it's enough."

The Duan Mansion's guards could not stop him, and the few masters that Duan Qihu stayed by him were not Yan Xuexing's opponents. The disciples of Linchuan Academy were indeed well-known. This person had a very high martial arts skills and no ordinary people were opponents.

He caught the female family members in the backyard and threw them in the yard one by one. He lit the acupoints, but he burst into tears but couldn't make any sound.

Duan Qihu only regretted that he had sent out Manager Lin and the Death Soldier, otherwise he would have at least some strength now.

"Who do you want to die first?" Yan Xuexing walked towards the Duan family, "For people like you, women are like clothes. You can change them if they are gone, so let's kill your favorite concubine first?"

Duan Qihu's chest was sore that he was about to bleed. He looked at his daughter's body lying on the ground and roared: "Even if you die, you have to let me die. Why is it? Help Xingmao deal with me. Do you think Xingmao is a good person? He will definitely burn bridges over you!"

Yan Xuexing shook his head: "I don't know Xingmao, and no one can instruct me."

"Young Master Yan, since you have decided, you still talk to him. Just kill him one by one, he will always understand." With a chuckle, a girl in yellow appeared on the roof, holding a bead in her hand. Duan Qihu widened her eyes when she saw it.

The bead is carved in jade, with two layers of hollow inside, which is equivalent to three beads being connected in a ring. It is said to have been a secret treasure in the Western Jin Dynasty palace. It has been wandering among the people for hundreds of years and has been transferred to Duan Qihu. It is no less precious than the jade galls in Tianchi. Duan Qihu cherishes it very much and hides it in a secret private warehouse. Occasionally, he takes it out to play with it. Even Duan’s wife doesn’t know where his private warehouse is hidden, but at this time it is actually dug out by the woman.

The girl in yellow gathered her five fingers, and the precious jade bead instantly turned into powder, falling down from her fingers, drifting away in the wind.

Seeing Duan Qihu's eyes scattered, she couldn't help but smile: "Do you feel sorry for me? But these are all ill-gotten gains you robbed, and they didn't belong to you."

"It's been twenty years, do you still remember the blood debt you had done?" The girl opened her mouth, her tone and tone changed, and she was the female ghost from last night.

Duan Qihu understood that this woman could imitate various voices.

Yan Xue walked towards Duan Qihu's concubine. The other party looked frightened and had a white face, but she couldn't move. She looked extremely sad and pitiful, but he had no desire to be sympathetic. He reached out and grabbed the other party's neck in his hand.

Suddenly, Yan Xuexing's face changed, she threw the woman in her hand, and hurriedly flew back.

Even the girl in yellow sitting on the eaves disappeared from the spot and hid somewhere.

Everyone saw a flash of sight, and there were more people in the position where Yan Xuexing had just stood.

Feng Xiao smiled and said, "It's all my husband who is delaying, so I'm one step late and I can't see the good show begin."
To be continued...