The shadow of the sun was setting in the west, and the last ray of sunset reflected the distant mountains and treetops, like a scorching flame, burning everything red. Groups of crows returning to their nests circled past in the air, neighing.
Three horses galloped on the road on the outskirts of Nanling City under the afterglow of the setting sun. The sound of horse hooves resounded through the quiet forest. The dead leaves picked up by the wind under their hooves rolled with dust in the orange glow. When the sound of hooves gradually faded, When it was far away, it fell lightly again, and everything returned to calm.
On the back of the snow-white horse at the front sat a well-dressed woman. Her skin was as radiant as snow, and her long, silky black hair was tied high on her head, with the tail flying wildly in the wind. Her extremely vivid and three-dimensional face showed a faint crimson color in the afterglow of the sunset.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her roots are as clear as an ink painting; under her thick and curled long eyelashes, her starry eyes are sparkling and smart, as if they are filled with thousands of stars, making people unconsciously attracted to her; delicate and delicate On the tip of her pretty nose, the bridge of her nose is high and straight; her red lips are full and moist, like petals covered with dew in the morning, so delicate and beautiful.
She is extremely beautiful, and her beauty is not as soft as ordinary beauties. It is an extremely strong beauty that can be seen at a glance even if it is hidden in the vast sea of people.
As the terrain became more and more open, the forest path turned into an open plain. The three of them saw the tall buildings looming in the distance and gradually slowed down.
"Miss, Nanling City is ahead."
Yusu rode up to Lin Wanwan and walked side by side with her.
"Phew, we're finally here."
Nuan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit.
Lin Wanwan stared ahead, the last rays of the setting sun gradually dissipated, the golden earth quickly faded, the shadows gradually expanded, and the tall buildings in the distance became hazy and unreal.
On the road, the silhouettes of three or five pedestrians, far away from each other, appeared one after another, like a few black spots smeared with thick ink in the shadows. Looking up, the towering gate of Nanling City was already vaguely visible.
"Xu..."
At this moment, an old man fell unexpectedly in front of Lin Wanwan's white horse. She quickly pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves were retracted in time just before stepping on it.
Lin Wanwan immediately got off her horse, helped up the fallen old man, and asked with concern: "Old man, are you okay?"
The old man stood up shakily, hunched over, raised his wrinkled face, waved his hands and said, "I'm fine, thank you girl."
"Is the old man coming from out of town? But he wants to go to the city?"
The old man nodded and shook his head, sighed, and said: "I came from out of town, and I lived temporarily with my family in a mountain temple outside the city. I went out to work today and wanted to go back. Unexpectedly, Nanling City is too big. Lost my way for a while..."
Lin Wanwan looked at the old man's confused and helpless eyes, and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, old man, it's getting dark, let's take you there."
The old man was a little embarrassed and declined: "Why trouble the girl?"
"It's okay, we're not in a hurry."
Lin Wanwan showed a bright smile to the old man, her starry eyes were as clear as a spring, full of pure goodwill, like a flower blooming in a valley, unstained by a trace of dust.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said, "Well, I would like to thank the girl here."
Lin Wanwan asked Yusu to tie up the horses, and the three of them accompanied the old man to look for the mountain temple outside the city in the faint light of the sky.
The sky gradually darkened, and a crescent moon slowly rose from the east, opening the curtain of the night. Stars struggled to poke their heads out from the clouds.
There were a few weak candles swaying in the mountain temple outside Nanling City, as if they would be extinguished immediately after a gust of wind, and they were fragile.
"Here it is." Nuan Yan stood in front of the mountain temple gate and breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding it.
Lin Wanwan smiled slightly at the old man supported by Yusu, "Old man, we are here."
The old man looked up and saw the mountain temple with swaying candlelight. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He gratefully raised his hands to the three of them and thanked them: "Thank you three."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to go in. Yusu grabbed him and said with a grin: "Old man, why are you leaving in such a hurry? At least we have been looking for you for a long time, why don't you invite us in for a cup of tea?"
The old man's body visibly stiffened, and the fine vertical wrinkles on his face formed a weird smile, and his face suddenly became distorted.
His rickety back straightened instantly, and a young voice came out from under the withered face, "How did you find out?"
Lin Wanwan stared at him, with a faint smile still on her face, but her starry eyes shone with sharp light, as if she had already understood everything.
"Eyes. No matter how much you pretend to look like you, your eyes can't deceive others. The old man's eyes should be cloudy."
Yusu continued: "And your hands. When I helped you, I found that your arms are strong and strong. You are definitely not an old man."
Nuan Yan also stared at him with a smile, "And the tiger's mouth on your right hand is so thick. The old man doesn't usually hold such a heavy weapon, right?"
"Hmph, since you three know there is a problem, how dare you come?"
"Miss once taught us that if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs."
Nuan Yan looked at Yu Su in surprise and said with disgust: "When did you become so formal?"
Yusu raised his chin slightly, sullen, "Those who are close to the ink are black, do you understand?"
Nuanyan stared at Yusu suspiciously and muttered: "Isn't it true that the person who is close to the vermilion is dark?"
Lin Wanwan's heart, which had been slightly relieved, suddenly collapsed.
Seeing that the three of them didn't take him seriously at all, the old man interrupted their chat angrily, "Now that you three have arrived at our door, don't even think about leaving!"
"One against three is not fair." Yusu smiled and stretched his neck.
"Who told you I was alone?" A strange and sinister smile appeared on the old man's face, and then he clapped his hands, and a dozen men in black with weapons suddenly appeared in the weeds behind them.
The three of them were horrified, and their originally playful and calm faces were suddenly filled with solemn expressions. They felt something was wrong in their hearts, and they cautiously held the swords at their sides.
With the sound of dull and powerful footsteps, a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and a sinewy face walked out of the mountain temple and caught their sight.
The old man bowed his hands respectfully toward the man and said, "Pavilion Master, I've brought him here."
"Well done!" The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, and then glanced at the three pale-faced people with a sinister gaze. His eyes lit up, "I didn't expect that there are such stunning beauties in this world!"
"Excuse me, who are you, and why did you bring us here?" There was obviously a hint of panic in Lin Wanwan's tone, but she still pretended to be calm and composed.
The middle-aged man had been in the world for many years, but he couldn't hear the panic in her words. He had some calculations in his heart, and smiled evilly, "I am entrusted by others to take your life by accepting people's money to eliminate disasters."
Then he licked his dry lips, with an undisguised look of lewdness in his eyes, "But I'm a little reluctant to see you. If you and the little beauty next to you serve me well tonight, I might be happy. I will spare your lives and let you stay with me."
"Bah, have your spring and autumn dream!" Nuan Yan looked at the oily middle-aged man and felt nauseated, and couldn't help but spat.
Yusu immediately drew his sword and stood in front of Lin Wanwan and Nuan Yan. His whole body was exuding a biting coldness, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, as if he was trying to kill the person in front of him, "Dirty! If you want to touch them, you can't touch them unless you kill me from my body." Step over!"
The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed, looking arrogant and domineering. He glanced at Yusu with contempt and said gloomily: "Anyone who dares to challenge my Blood Clothes Pavilion will have only one fate - death!"
