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Bai Yujun decided to go on a killing spree. Some people hid in a dark place and seriously violated the bottom line. They designed a conspiracy to destroy the Tao and ruined his luck for no reason. Although there was no loss, the plot was the cause and the killing was the result. He should blame himself and not blame himself. Jiao.
After searching, it was found that some people in several surrounding villages, towns and cities were maliciously spreading rumors and making plans to trap Baijiao from causing floods.
After all the hard work, Bai Yujun was very angry.
The matter of controlling the flood has been put on hold, and the face is as murderous as frost. The dragon can not only benefit one party, but it is also a ferocious monster and carnivore at the top of the food chain.
"It seems that there are not only violent storms in the southeast, but also bloody storms."
A certain quaint town.
The cool rain is coming, and the stone road has been washed clean. The girl in white is holding an oil-paper umbrella tightly in her arms and standing on the stone road in the small town, as if waiting for someone. There is a martial arts ranger in the street, walking in a hurry, and water drops are dripping from the eaves of the old house. The bamboo hat fluttered.
The ranger paused for a moment to feel better. He wondered why this woman was caught in the rain on the street.
Coming closer.
"You... want to buy an umbrella? My umbrella is very good. It only costs one tael of silver per umbrella."
"Not buying!"
Passing by the girl in a hurry, he suddenly paused after taking a few steps. He lowered his head and saw half of the knife tip with blood on his chest. The rain quickly washed away the blood on the knife tip. The surging blood made his chest feel warm for a short time, as if All the strength in the whole body was lost rapidly along the knife edge...
bass! The horizontal sword returns to its sheath.
The girl in white turned around and left. The martial arts warrior kept standing like that until the cool breeze blew and he fell down with a thud. The red blood mixed with rainwater on the stone road flowed into the drainage ditch.
The same scene keeps playing out all over the place, and no one knows who is doing the killing. The only thing they have in common is that it was raining...
Somewhere in the southeast, where two rivers converge outside the city, there is a high mountain with a faint halo.
The temples are splendid and incense is flourishing, the sacred faces are hidden in the pagodas and caves, and the Buddha statues are solemn and lifelike. Devoted men and women take boats to the mountain to worship Buddha and pray for peace. There are endless cruise ships coming and going, and people and tourists leave ink marks to praise the sacred mountain.
All the believers bowed down to pray, and the incense was burning and they handed out lots.
In a quiet meditation room with a golden lotus roof, sandalwood lingering in the air, two old monks with white beards played chess to kill the day. The black and white pieces were all over the chessboard, making it difficult to distinguish and the game was unpredictable.
After a while, an old monk spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this? This move will offend Chunyang and cause disputes, and it is inconsistent with the rules of the sect."
Another old monk gently put down the sunspot.
"You and I are like chess pieces. You are white and I am black. It is common for the two religions to fight and cause disputes. I am willing to give up my spiritual path in exchange for the opportunity for my religion to prosper. This dragon is the biggest variable and cannot be ignored."
"Alas...why bother..."
"Who will go to hell if I don't? Someone has to make sacrifices. The fate of the white dragon is unclear and unpredictable. The dragon hunters plan for several years and cannot be underestimated. I only need to cover up the secret of heaven and blind the senses so that Huashan will not know about it."
The black piece falls and the white piece is dead.
When people leave and the tea cools, mysterious waves spread in all directions, covering up the secrets of the sky.
The rain is falling over the river, and the curtains of desolation are rolling.
The old monk who stayed behind looked confused and didn't know where the Buddha was in his heart. He had no choice but to deviate from his original intention. The mountain was still the same mountain and the river had not changed. It became the heart.
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The stormy clouds and rain passed over the green hills, the windows were ajar, and the wind and rain entered the house and wetted the drawing paper in the study to create some masterpieces.
More than a dozen people in the living room were plotting, with serious expressions telling who died and whom they could not contact. Each name was pressed heavily on everyone's chest. The death of their comrade strengthened everyone's belief. They knew that their humble status did not show their inability. The plan has a long way to go, but we can only move forward with determination.
"The evil dragon has discovered us, but the plan cannot be stopped. He may die next. If anyone wants to withdraw, he can propose it now."
Silence, no one quits.
"The fate of the human race cannot be controlled by an evil dragon. We cannot retreat and there is no way out."
"Kill the evil dragon!"
Dragon hunters have written ancient books that record many major events over the past hundreds of years. The dragons and snakes have extremely detailed records of what they did. The more I read, the more frightened I became. Inadvertently, the fate of the entire human race was controlled by a monster. After reading it, my spine Feeling cold, those who are not of my race must have different minds. We must not leave our fate to monsters!
"Every county launches its attack at the same time. Even if the evil dragon kills people, it doesn't matter, it will surely perish!"
The crowd in the living room was furious, and they were not afraid of death for the mission.
The living room of an old house with strong southeastern characteristics is connected to a high patio. Rainwater falls along the patio and seeps into the stone cracks. At the other end of the patio is a heavy wooden door, with a thousand-liang facade and four-liang rooms, high walls and deep houses.
The cool water vapor made the knees of those present feel uncomfortable. It had been raining for two months and floods were everywhere. Only the houses of wealthy families were strong and could ignore the rain. Some poor families had already fallen into poverty under the stone bridges in caves. Their food was moldy and firewood could not be lit. It was different from the once drought-ridden areas. The only good thing about being in the northern phase is that you have water to drink and wild vegetables to keep you alive, so you don't have to eat tree bark.
The windows on the second floor shook in the wind and made a clanging noise, which was annoying.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable knock on the door at the other end of the patio. Who came to the door in such a storm?
Bang~bang~!
The wooden door trembled and the iron ring clanked. I didn't know who was knocking on the door outside. It was so hard, and the knocking came suddenly and unexpectedly.
The rain suddenly became heavier, the wind became more violent, the windows of the building were ringing rapidly, and there were knocks on the door outside.
It was very quiet, with only the sound of rain falling from the high patio, and the light in the courtyard of the deep house dimming, which was indescribably weird.
"Who's outside the door?"
There was another knock on the door, but no response.
The person in charge frowned and asked the housekeeper to go take a look. At the same time, he invited the servant nurse to wait in the courtyard.
Remove the door latch.
Squeak~
The heavy wooden door slowly opened with a tooth-aching friction sound. The wind and rain outside suddenly blew in. The housekeeper at the door couldn't open his eyes. He wiped his eyes and found a dripping girl wearing a straw hat and a raincoat standing in front of her. His face was pale, his lips were red, and he was holding a delicate oil-paper umbrella tightly in his arms.
"Do you want to buy an umbrella? My umbrella is really good. You can buy one for one tael of silver."
The pleasant accent is faint.
"Sell...sell umbrellas?"
The girl nodded, raindrops dripping down the stone bricks from her long hair, and when she saw that no one was willing to buy an umbrella, she hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly.
The servants retreated in horror. On this rainy day, a strange girl suddenly came in and asked if she wanted to buy an umbrella. She was obviously a female ghost! Look at that guy with a pale face, walking lightly and making no sound, he doesn't look like a human being!
In the living room, everyone looked at the girl across the patio, puzzled.
"We don't want to buy an umbrella, you go."
"You really don't want to buy it?"
"If you don't want to buy it, one tael of silver is too expensive. You'd better leave quickly."
The girl lowered her head, her face covered by a straw hat making it difficult to see her expression. The butler urged her, but she still remained motionless. A bold man tried to push her out of the door. Suddenly, the girl raised her head, her eyes glowing red...
"Ah... ghost..."
I wanted to run, but my legs seemed to be filled with lead and my whole body was so heavy that I couldn't move a step. The butler lay on the ground in shock, and the people in the living room deep in the courtyard couldn't move either!
Holding the oil-paper umbrella in my arms, I walked step by step towards the depths of the living room. Every time my steps fell, I felt like I was stepping on the heartbeats of others...
The girl with glowing red eyes walked into the living room, opened her mouth, revealing sharp and sharp teeth...
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