It's night.

Winter has passed, and it is the time when the warmth returns to the cold. There is a slight chill in the fresh air of the grass and trees, and the chill is particularly sudden and obvious near the water.

The newly melted river flowed by quietly. Standing by the river was a man in red with a palm-sized blood-red birthmark on his cheek. He was none other than Sun Ding, the ghost of mourning. He tilted his head and paid careful attention to the people around him.

There was movement, one hand stretched out, the fingers were slightly bent, hanging by the side. Under the moonlight, one could see clearly that there was a sheen on it that didn't look like skin.

Suddenly, several black shadows rushed toward him. Sun Ding flew up and quickly fought with the group of people wearing night clothes.

Among the ten most ferocious evil spirits in Gui Valley, they are headed by the "Ghost of Joy", "The Ghost of Hanging" and "The Ghost of Impermanence". It's not that the other evil spirits are not powerful, but these few people have already taken root in Gui Valley.

He is also able to win over and suppress others, and has become a force of his own.

Sun Ding, the mourning ghost, has a pair of Rakshasa palms that are unprecedented and unprecedented, at least for now, they are unique in the Central Plains martial arts world. Those who succeed will be killed instantly within three steps, and a blood-red palm print will be left on the body. In the past, hearts

Wear it all the way to the back, extremely domineering.

He was suddenly besieged late at night, but he did not panic, as if he was not afraid at all. A pair of poisonous palms flew in all directions. After a while, the group of little bugs, which he thought were overestimating their capabilities, fled without a single blow.

But Sun Ding didn't chase him. He just leaned down and lifted up the clothes of a corpse. When he saw the ghost face tattooed on the corpse's waist, he sneered.

About half an hour later, a man appeared from behind him, walked over, frowned, leaned over and looked at the ghost face on the waist of the corpse, and asked, "What's going on?"

Sun Ding put his hands back into his sleeves, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Old Meng, you're late."

——This Lao Meng was the helper Gu Xiang found to dig the ground when Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing were deep in the enemy's cave that day. He was still dressed in ordinary coarse linen clothes, and he was walking quickly. You can tell that this man

His left foot is slightly lame, but it's not obvious. You have to look very carefully to see it. His facial features are average, and if his expression wasn't serious, he would actually look kind-hearted. He is also wearing a robe in front of him that is commonly worn by pig butchers.

Big apron - just like what Wen Kexing said, he changed into a butcher's dress.

Lao Meng took off the mask from the corpse's face, squatted on the ground and thought for a while, then sighed and stood up, shook his head and said, "It's Xue Fang's person."

When he looked up, he saw Sun Ding staring at his apron with great interest, and explained: "I put it on at the command of the Valley Master. Brother Sun, do you have any objections?"

Sun Ding sneered and said: "Valley Master? Is such an inexperienced person who has no descendants worthy of you fawning over him like a pug?"

Lao Meng's expression remained unchanged. After hearing this, he just said: "You can say the same in front of him."

Sun Ding seemed to have remembered something, and the corners of his eyes twitched, and he snorted coldly. He became wiser and stopped dwelling on the topic. He pointed at the corpse on the ground and said, "In this case, Lao Meng, why don't you report it to the Valley Master?"

, so that he can know why Xue Fang was so audacious, he broke the rules by going out of the valley without telling anyone, and now he is so angry that he even wants to kill me."

Lao Meng frowned and said, "I haven't been able to contact the Valley Master recently..."

Sun Ding said impatiently: "Where is that girl Zisha?"

Lao Meng shook his head again and simply asked: "In your opinion, is Xue Fang also after Liuli Jia this time?"

When he mentioned the words "Liu Li Jia", Sun Ding's eyes flashed quickly, then he looked away, and just said: "Xue Fang has a big heart, I advise you... As for you, the Valley Master, it’s better to be careful, otherwise... hmph."

Lao Meng was silent for a while and suddenly asked: "Did you kill Shen Shen?"

Sun Ding paused after hearing this, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a long voice: "What, are you testing me?"

Lao Meng smiled inexplicably, stretched out a finger to poke his chest, lowered his voice, and said: "Brother Sun, we people don't talk secretly, Liuli Jia, who doesn't want it? Don't Even the ghosts below are ready to hang themselves. Even a long-tongued ghost dares to set up a trap in the cave and plot his life against the Valley Master... Whoever gets the glazed armor will be the next master of Fengya Mountain. , if you don’t want it, why are you staring at that little thing named Zhang?”

Sun Ding choked and said after a while: "I wanted the boy named Zhang to identify Xue Fang!"

Lao Meng looked at him and just smiled without making any judgment. Sun Ding had always hated Lao Meng's smile. He just felt that the way this man smiled was so secretive, just like his crazy master Wen Kexing, that no one could see him. Seeing what he was thinking, he said impatiently: "Impermanent ghost, what do you mean?"

Lao Meng shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Sun doesn't have to worry about this. The child named Zhang is now with the owner of the valley. As long as he remembers it, he can identify it at any time - Shen Shen is dead, and the two people in Gaojiazhuang are dead." The piece of glazed armor has disappeared, I think we should capture Xue Fang first and then make a decision, what do you think?"

Sun Ding narrowed his eyes, looked at his kind face with a fierce look for a while, snorted coldly, turned around and left.

At this time, in the Puppet Villa surrounded by thousands of mountains in central Sichuan, the Wen Valley Master they talked about was fighting for a quilt with Zhou Zishu.

Spring has begun, and it has warmed up rapidly in Sichuan. The reason that "cloth quilts have been as cold as iron for many years" is obviously nonsense. Zhou Zishu also specially ordered Zhang Chengling to clean up a room for the dog skin plaster named Wen, but he failed. It still couldn't stop him from getting in when the time came.

Moreover, this person suddenly changed his mind from bringing his own luggage to becoming more and more shameless, running over with bare hands and rubbing against the bed and quilt, which was very natural.

A tattered quilt was pulled back and forth between the two of them. The grappling hands were stained with clothes, and all the martial arts skills at close range were tested. By the end of the fight, both of them were almost covered in sweat. It's so warm that you don't need to cover yourself with a quilt.

After all, Zhou Zishu was no longer in his prime. After a hundred or so rounds, he lost a move. Wen Kexing proudly held most of the quilt with one hand and pressed Zhou Zishu's wrist on the pillow with the other hand. She smiled at him with her shoulders hunched and her little white teeth, and waved to him: "Come here, A-Xu. I'll hold you to sleep. I promise you won't be cold."

Zhou Zishu wanted to kick him down very much, so he looked him up and down, and sneered: "You are neither fragrant nor soft, and your chest is full of fucking ribs. How can I hold you in my arms?" Why don't you hug a bed board?"

Wen Kexing immediately glared, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, saying: "Nonsense! I am not a row of ribs. If you don't believe me, you can touch me!"

Zhou Zishu raised his foot and kicked him on the crook of his leg. He took his hand back and shook it in the air as if he had touched something dirty. Wen Kexing hugged the quilt and looked at him in wonder, "Weird things happen every year."

Yes, the person being taken advantage of doesn't care, but you, the one who took advantage, are so blind and reserved. Usually this situation is..."

Zhou Zishu was not prepared to listen to his continued nonsense, so he put on his clothes and decided to hide in another room if he could not afford to offend him. He then squeezed in with Zhang Chengling and asked the brat to lay the floor.

Unexpectedly, Wen Kexing's hand holding the quilt suddenly made a strange arc and reached up to his shoulder. Zhou Zishu immediately slumped his shoulders and bent his elbows to remove him. Then he suddenly felt numb in half of his body.

Before he could stand up, he fell down and fell into Wen Kexing's open and waiting arms. A melon seed shell fell on the quilt... He was attracted by this thing.

Wen Kexing smiled and continued in his ear: "Usually in this kind of situation, it's because you are dissatisfied with your desires and you have a guilty conscience. Look, you threw yourself into someone else's arms, didn't you?"

Zhou Zishu was speechless. He really couldn't figure out why some people would wear melon seed shells on their bodies even when they were sleeping at night, so that they could be used as hidden weapons to attack others at any time.

Wen Kexing smiled mischievously, as if he knew what he was thinking, and added: "I actually have some walnuts here, do you want to eat them?"

Mentioning the word "walnut", Zhou Zishu got goosebumps all over his body. He smiled forcefully and said, "Why, you are holding me tight, do you still want to sleep with me?"

While Wen Kexing rolled his whole body into the quilt, he rolled his eyes, and the two hands on his shoulders groped along the edge of his inner clothes, and said happily in a hurry: "I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it."

Wen Kexing's attack was not heavy, and Zhou Zishu's acupuncture points were opened in a moment. It was just when Wen Kexing's hand became more and more outrageous - he left Beijing and entered the world. First, he was injured, and secondly, he got into trouble.

One after another, he was not in the same mood. Zhou Zishu had really never been close to anyone. Wen Kexing's gentle teasing seemed to light a fire on him. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zhou Zishu grabbed him.

Holding his wrist, he gritted his teeth and said: "The Valley Master is so kind, I still...respect, thank you, no, please be careful."

Wen Kexing smiled and said: "Why are you so polite? It's wrong of you, but it's disrespectful to do so."

Zhou Zishu forced out a smile: "I really deserve it."

The two were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard a scream coming from Zhang Chengling's room next door. Zhou Zishu frowned, pushed Wen Kexing away, put on his robe at lightning speed and got up and ran away. Wen Kexing shook his head.

He sighed, put his fingers close to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in intoxication, and then slowly followed out.

Zhang Chengling was just haunted by nightmares. When Zhou Zishu pushed the door in, he found that he had his eyes closed tightly, muttering something unknown in his mouth, punching, kicking, and dancing with sweat. Zhou Zishu pushed him and found that

After failing to push him awake, he held his wrist and pushed in a thin stream of true energy. Only then did Zhang Chengling tremble all over and shouted: "Don't kill him!"

Then he sat up suddenly, the fear slowly dissipated in his eyes, showing a bit of confusion, looking at Zhou Zishu, and shouted blankly: "Master..."

Zhou Zishu patted his head, pressed him down without saying a word, pulled the quilt over him, and said, "Go to sleep." He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the bedpost, and held his hands in front of his chest.

Close your eyes and rest your mind, as if you want to accompany him.

Zhang Chengling was silent for a long time, then suddenly gently tugged on Zhou Zishu's clothes and whispered: "Master, I just dreamed... of a man wrapped up tightly, holding a knife and holding it against my little mother's head.

On my neck, I asked my dad, "Where is the thing?" Is it..."

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes. At this time, the door opened from the outside and Wen Kexing also walked in. Hearing this, his face straightened and he asked thoughtfully: "What does that man look like and what are his characteristics?"

Zhang Chengling thought for a long time, shook his head guiltily, and said: "I couldn't see clearly in my dream..."

Zhou Zishu remembered what the happy-sad ghost had asked the young man that day, and his heart moved, so he asked: "Have you seen, does that person's hand have five fingers or four?"

Zhang Chengling shook his head again and looked at him with wide eyes. Zhou Zishu sighed, patted his head and said softly: "Go to sleep..."

The two sat and stood in silence until Zhang Chengling's breathing had become even and he was obviously asleep. Then Zhou Zishu pulled up his quilt, stood up, and went out with Wen Kexing.

Wen Kexing suddenly sighed, put his arms around him from behind, and put his face on his shoulder. After a long while, he whispered: "These days, it seems like a good dream... but why do I wake up so quickly?"
Chapter completed!