The sun was setting in the west, thin clouds were gathering, and the sunlight stretched Gui Gu's shadow longer and longer. Gui Gu stood in the desert, and the black butterfly beside him had disappeared.
His whole body was covered with bloody eyes that had been pierced by pear blossoms due to the heavy rain. They were just bloody eyes, without a trace of excess blood flowing out. The acupoints had hundreds of solutions, and their positioning was so accurate that it was staggering, and he had already received a total of seventy-seven forty-nine injections. .
At this time, Gui Gu had long lost the ability to move. It was very difficult for him to even stay standing, but he could still speak. Tang Yan had a habit of always closing the sound acupoint when he sealed the acupoint. He thought Listen to what a man says when he loses any chance of winning.
But he knew in his heart that this was not a good habit.
Ghost Gu only said six words:
"Put her down and go."
This time, Tang Yan suddenly felt funny. He thought of what the young man had just said, "If you take action, you might die," he couldn't help but laugh.
"Can you still take action now?"
Tang Yan's tone was proud.
Ghost Gu's eyes were indifferent, but the inverted horn-shaped totem in his left eye suddenly lit up brightly. Tang Yan vaguely felt something bad, and the atmosphere around him seemed to become heavier. He immediately sent out two more rainstorm pear blossom needles. This time, his The needle is faster and goes straight to the ghost Gu's throat.
Tang Yan's hands were always stable and dry, so the needles he sent out were always fast and deadly. The two needles he just sent out were still fast and deadly. His hands were still as steady as a rock, but they were not as dry as before. He He was sweating. Although he was sweating very little, his hands were indeed not completely dry anymore.
He was nervous. He felt that if he didn't kill the person in front of him, something terrible would happen.
"As soon as I take action, you may..."
The needle went into Gui Gu's throat. Before Gui Gu finished speaking, he could no longer speak. He fell slowly, but his eyes were open. Those eyes were still so indifferent, just It was as if he didn't feel his own death at all. If a person remains indifferent in the face of death, without any trouble, what does this mean?
Many people have said that there is no sorrow in life and no pain in death, but when death really comes, when they are in the last moment of death, will they not have the slightest fear? Will they not have the slightest desire to live?
How could it not be possible? It is human instinct to fear death and seek survival. People can strengthen their body and mind through practice and get rid of desires, but instinct cannot be eliminated no matter what method is used.
Tang Yan killed many people who were not afraid of death, but the look in their eyes when they really died shouldn't be like that of a ghost Gu.
He even had a suspicion, was the young man in front of him really dead? Did you really kill him?
For the first time, he doubted himself.
Tang Yan's face was livid, and he clenched his fists. He had to tighten his fists because his hands were getting more and more sweaty.
The sky in the desert always gets dark very quickly, and there are very few moons and stars. At some point in time, the sky suddenly darkens, without any process, as if the sun has been shot down. Everything is so dark. unexpected.
Darkness fell quickly, but people couldn't fall asleep. In the lobby of the Jiange Pavilion, there were still people drinking and drinking, and the music of the piano and the harp played in harmony. Those princes, nobles, knights and knights were not used to going to bed early.
Shui Han and Richu stood by the corridor on the second floor of Jiange Pavilion. Richu put his hand on the railing, and Shuihan simply lay on the railing. Neither of them spoke. In fact, they were both thinking about one question, what did the ghost Gu want to do? ?
"What exactly is the life-saving method that Gui Gu said?"
It was Shui Han who spoke. His voice was kept as low as possible, but people around him could hear it clearly.
Richu shook her head and said she didn't know. She took something out of her arms. It was a small bottle. Inside the bottle was a small insect with a glowing tail. It was motionless and seemed to be asleep.
The little bug looked like a firefly, except that it was slightly larger, and the light at its tail did not flicker. Richu looked at the little bug, and after a moment, she put the bottle back into her clothes. She sighed and said:
"The only thing that can be confirmed now is that he is still alive and somewhere in this ghostly sea of death."
Shui Han nodded and said:
"Then should we do something?"
There was no answer to this question at first. Her eyes moved slightly and she turned to:
"The whole Taoyuan knows that you and I have good relations with ghost Gu, but Master Xun readily agreed to let us come for this escort mission. Why do you think it is?"
Shui Han rubbed his head. To be honest, he had never thought about this issue at all.
"Maybe he didn't think that much."
In this aspect, Shui Han felt that Richu was a bit of a villain.
After hearing this, Richu stared at Shui Han with wide eyes for three seconds. He just raised a hand and was about to flick it on his forehead. After thinking about it, he put it down again.
Perhaps it would be a good thing to let this child retain a trace of innocence.
"Anyway, let's not act rashly. I always feel that something will happen in the next few days."
The piano was playing beautifully downstairs, but upstairs she was in no mood to listen. Murong Xue was also in no mood to listen to music. She was leaning on the railing on the third floor, playing with her witchcraft puppet intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes wandering from time to time. Glancing at Shuihan and Richu on the second floor.
"Young people are full of energy. After spending so much time traveling and traveling, they still have time to flirt and flirt."
Zuo Zhan appeared next to Murong Xue at some unknown time. He looked at the two people downstairs and started teasing them.
"What, envious?"
Normally, Murong Xue would have retorted a long time ago, but today she looked extra serious. She said:
"Did you feel something was wrong?"
After hearing this, Zuo Zhan's expression immediately became serious.
"Yes, this place seems to be a place of luxury and luxury, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent. All forces gather here, as if they are fighting for something."
Murong Xue rolled her eyes at Zuo Zhan and said:
"What do they have to do with my Taoyuan? I mean Shui Hanrichu, including the Ghost Gu brothers and sisters. Do you feel that there is something wrong with them?"
"You should have discovered by now that the Ghost Gu brothers and sisters we escorted all the way here are fake."
The speaker was Dong Zhilin. She slowly walked out of the room, her face looking a little gloomy.
"As expected of a member of the Imperial Sect, his observation skills are still very keen."
Zuo Zhan couldn't help but praise.
"Not only that, those eighteen secret guards are actually your witchcraft puppets."
"Did you notice this too?"
Murong Xue was a little surprised.
"The old man's secret guards are well-trained, but they are not well-trained enough to not eat or drink. We stopped to eat along the way, and they stayed outside. At first, I thought they were eating dry food, but then I I found that almost all of the dry food they brought was missing.”
Dong Zhilin's thoughtfulness was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and Murong Xue couldn't help but pat her palms to express her appreciation.
"Xiao Lin is really amazing, but there is one thing you didn't consider comprehensively."
"Which point?"
"There is almost no shortage of dry food. In fact, it is still a little less."
Dong Zhilin frowned slightly. She suddenly thought of something and said:
"Is he here too?"
Murong Xue nodded and said:
"It's hard for someone who loves cleanliness to be among those puppets."
"Tell me, what are you planning?"
Under the clear stream, there was an undercurrent surging. Dong Zhilin's eyes were heavy. She should have thought that this matter was by no means as simple as it seemed.
