The mission this time was too important to leave any clues for others to find. The man in charge was a cautious person, so he stayed behind and checked one last time to see if there was anything missing.
After checking that there was nothing wrong, he held the lantern and walked towards the door of the mansion.
With a "pop" sound, the lantern suddenly went out, and the surrounding area suddenly became dark.
He paused for a moment, looked up and looked around strangely, there was no wind, how could the lantern go out.
He raised his feet again, and just as he stepped into the snow, he slipped and fell face down on the ground.
He fell so hard that his hair was blinded and his eyes were dizzy, and he felt even more strange. This was like a ghost. Why did he fall down when he was so good?
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, blowing cold snowflakes into my collar. In the dark and quiet night, the wind whimpered, as if someone was crying.
He suddenly remembered that this day seemed to be someone's death anniversary.
Oh, by the way, on this day three years ago, a girl got married, and he was ordered to slaughter the two families she was marrying, leaving no one alive, not even the bride, groom, and guests of the host's family.
Thinking of this, a chill started to run down his spine.
A shadow fell on top of his head, and he saw a pair of scarlet embroidered shoes, with the thin white skirt peeking out. The scarlet uppers were embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, as if stained with blood. When stepping on the plain white snow, there was nothing magical about it. different.
It was snowing so heavily, but the skirt was made of gauze, swaying gently with the wind.
On such a muddy road, there was no dirt on the embroidered shoes, and they looked like they were newly made.
He was stunned for a moment, and his heart was shocked. Three years later, he has never forgotten that the girl who died under his knife on the day of her wedding was wearing such a pair of embroidered shoes. The pair of mandarin ducks on the bright red shoes were painted by him and the girl hand by hand. embroidery pattern.
He felt that his throat was tight, and he wanted to shout but couldn't. He wanted to stand up but his legs were weak. His head was buzzing, his vision went dark, and he fell into a coma.
The killing continued until just before dawn, and then slowly stopped.
The mute girl was held hostage by the masked man. She saw the ruthless killings one after another. She gritted her teeth and hated them so much, but she could only watch and could do nothing.
She was so filled with hatred that she wanted to grab the black cloth on the masked man's face to see what kind of face was hidden under the black cloth, but unfortunately her hands were tied behind her back and she could not move.
She could clearly feel that this person's aura was completely unfamiliar and unknown to her.
This person was definitely not simply trying to save her.
It's the darkest day before dawn, and everyone returns to darkness and hides.
Xie Mengxia sat bored in the inn, wiping the counter and moving the bed, dozing off so much that he almost knocked the bridge of his nose.
There was a sudden bang as the half-opened door of the inn was kicked open by someone, and the wind blew the cold snow into the inn, which was biting to the bone.
Xie Mengxia was frightened and quickly looked up.
I saw Yao Yaoti sneaking an unconscious man into the door, throwing it on the ground, leaning on his hips and breathing heavily: "It's so damn heavy, I don't know what this guy grew up on."
Xie Mengxia smiled coquettishly and said: "Ah Yao, you have kidnapped someone's young man. You can't just break the pot just because you took in a beautiful servant for a long time." He shook his hand. Clenching his fist: "You have to learn to grab it."
Yao Yao rolled his eyes, snorted, ignored Meng Xia, and just dragged the man back and locked him in the woodshed.
Xie Mengxia chuckled and shook his head. As soon as he sat down, the door was kicked open with a loud bang. He was so startled that he almost sat on the ground and looked up again.
I saw that Gu Chen was carrying a half-dead girl on his shoulders. The blood was spilled on his back, soaking through his clothes, but not even a drop of blood dripped to the ground.
Xie Mengxia smiled jokingly: "Oh, Ah Yao just brought back a man, and now you are carrying back a woman. Are you going to break it too?"
Gu Chen secretly rolled his eyes, grunted, ignored Meng Xia, carried the girl, walked steadily into the backyard, and locked her in the kitchen.
Xie Mengxia breathed a sigh of relief. After arresting two people, they should be able to calm down tonight.
He took a sip of hot tea to refresh himself. As soon as he took a sip, the door was kicked open again. He was so frightened that he sprayed the tea all over the floor. He coughed and shouted angrily: "Can this still be a good drink?" It’s time to drink tea.”
Han Changmu quietly stuffed the mute girl into the dark room behind the stairs, took a sip of tea and asked, "Are they all back?"
Xie Mengxia breathed a sigh of relief and said something in his words: "Gu Chen came back with a girl, and Ah Yao came back with a handsome young man. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." The husband is very handsome, much more handsome than you. She probably has a crush on that young man."
With a "Puch" sound, Han Changmu spit out a sip of tea and widened his eyes: "What did you say?"
Xie Mengxia raised his eyebrows and pointed upstairs: "Go and ask yourself."
Han Changmu stood up immediately, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly sat down: "Wait a moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Suige also came in with someone on his back, while Wang Xian and Chen Gui came in with someone on their backs, one on the left and the other on their backs. They all threw them on the ground, leaning on their hips and breathing heavily.
The snow kept falling between the sky and the earth, covering all the footprints when they came, leaving no trace.
Looking at this scene, Han Changmu drank the tea in one gulp and clapped his hands: "Okay, lock them up alone and come one by one."
The three of them raised their eyebrows. It seemed that they wanted to work all night. They sighed and got ready to go.
The man woke up from a coma, his head still a little groggy. He hit his head hard several times. In his blurred vision, he saw a miserable white color.
Low and earnest cries floated in the air. There was billowing black fog in this place, which seemed to have no end. The plain white curtains hung down from nowhere, and there was no wind.
The man suddenly woke up, looked around, and broke into a cold sweat.
The surroundings are covered with plain white curtains, with white "Happy" characters pasted on them. The "Happy" characters automatically make a rustling sound when there is no wind on the curtains.
A pair of white candles as thick as arms floated in mid-air. The candles were engraved with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, and were filled with dark colors. The jumping firelight fell on the dark auspicious patterns, which was quite strange.
There were two futons placed in front of him. On one of the futons, there was a bright red tablet floating on it, but it was covered with a hijab with a white background embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in auspicious patterns. The hijab was lifted halfway, revealing a few golden words on the tablet. People are shocked.
The man's face changed in horror, and he was as pale as paper. He was almost going crazy with fear, and he was spinning around in the rolling black fog.
After turning around, he saw something that frightened him the most.
In this endless space, there are all kinds of instruments of torture, such as steaming oil pots and steamers, iron trees and copper pillars with a cold light, corpses hanging on the icebergs of swords, and dripping with blood. , are all the instruments of torture that he is familiar with in the eighteen levels of hell.
His body trembled, and he was covered in white sweat.
His liver and gallbladder kept spinning, and the muttering in his mouth could no longer be connected into a complete sentence: "No, it's not me, Nan, it's not me." He suddenly held his head and beat it hard: " Nan, I was forced, don’t look for me, don’t look for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the crying all around suddenly became louder, making him have a splitting headache.
There were obviously no doors, windows, or walls here, only billowing black mist, but the cold wind was blowing by in waves. His whole body seemed to be pressed into the ice and snow, it was bone-chilling cold, and his hands and feet were stiff.
In the space where he was alone, a gloomy voice kept hovering: "Do you know your guilt?"
The man barely stood and trembled his lips as he said, "I know I'm guilty. I was wrong. I was wrong."
The gloomy voice echoed: "Li Sanniang was harmed by you, and she will not rest in peace until she dies. She screams injustice every day in the underworld, and refuses to be reincarnated. I sentence you and Li Sanniang to have a secret marriage. You will not be able to sleep together in life, and you will have to share the same hole in death."
The man suddenly collapsed on the ground, shaking like chaff and saying: "I don't, I don't, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
"Immortal." A sharp voice chuckled: "You humans, don't you always say that the King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch and will never let you live until the fifth watch? Now that the King of Hell is the person to preside over your ghost marriage, what are you dissatisfied with? of."
As he spoke, two figures were cast on the plain white curtain. As the curtain swayed, one shadow was tall and thin, and the other shadow was short and fat.
He turned his head hurriedly and saw a tall and thin man with a smile on his pale face and a long scarlet tongue. On the tall snow-white official hat on his head, there were four words written on his head: "Get rich in life".
The man next to him was short and fat, with a dark complexion and a ferocious and fierce face. On his official hat were the words "The World is Peaceful".
These two people floated over together, which scared him so much that he changed color in fear, rolled back and crawled back, and suddenly sat down on the empty futon.
He recognized these two people. They often wrote in their scripts that they were impermanent, and they were here to take his life.
Bai Wuchang grinned, and his voice was a little high-pitched and thin: "Hey, I found the place by myself, which saved us brothers from taking action."
Hei Wuchang had a cold face and said in a low and serious voice: "Hurry up and salute, don't delay the auspicious moment."
After saying that, the two rolled up their sleeves. Bai Wuchang stepped forward and held the man down. Hei Wuchang stood beside him and shouted: "Bow down to heaven and earth."
The man struggled with all his strength, shouting wildly as he struggled: "I confess, I, I atone, I am willing to atone, I confess, I am willing to atone, give me a chance to atone."
Bai Wuchang stopped his hand for a moment and heard the sinister low voice coming from all around again: "Atonement, do you know the rules of atonement in the underworld?"
Upon hearing this, the man seemed to have hope, and he shouted eagerly: "As long as you let me live, I can abide by any rules, and I can atone for my sins in any way, whatever."
"Bring the Book of Life and Death." A sinister voice shouted, followed by the sound of turning pages.
