Chapter 50: Killer emerge
The sun is shining like blood, which illuminates the sunset on the horizon. The Chashan in the setting sun stood silently between the light and shadow, and even the peaceful Longhu Lake was reflected in some twilight.
There is still blood on the ground, and a solitary grave has been added to the lake. Everything seems to have been cleaned up, and the rest will be here to bear the wind, frost, rain and snow in the years to come. When darkness fell silently, there were no shadows on Cha Shan, only a figure in the distance went further and further, and slowly entered the darkness.
When I saw the village at the foot of the mountain again, it was just after the night came, and the strange and fierce wind was blowing on the tea mountain, echoing at the foot of the mountain like a weeping wolf.
The night is like water, and darkness is like tide, which hides at the foot of Chashan Mountain, making that thatched cottage look extra lonely.
Lu Chen came down from the mountain road. In addition to the blood on his body, his face had completely restored his calmness. The strange black fire did not know when it had dissipated. It looked like it had never appeared on him before. No trace was left.
He walked out of the cottage and glanced at the village at the foot of the mountain before entering the door. In the night, the village immersed in darkness was quiet, without any light. It seemed that he had fallen asleep in this dark night.
Lu Chen stood at the door of the thatched cottage, reached out to push the door 扉, the wooden door creaked open, and the cold wind seemed to make a circle behind him, blowing a whining sound.
He took a half-step into the room, paused at the threshold, and in the dimness, the familiar cottage was as usual.
Everything is in the same place, everything is familiar taste, even on the bed in the shadow in the deep part of the room, the bedding looks like he was when he left in the morning.
Lu Chen stood quietly for a moment, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced towards the top of his head.
I was quiet.
Don't say it's dry grass stems and leaves, not even a piece of dirt and dust fall off.
In the darkness, Lu Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.
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"Woo ..."
There was a severe cold wind blowing, like a night ghost sobbing, with a chill of bone, even if it was a summer night.
Lu Chen, who stood at the door, seemed to suddenly think of something, stretched a little lazily, shook her neck, and looked back at the village below the mountain. His footsteps across the threshold of entry were calmly closed again, and then he felt his stomach, as if he was a little impatient, looked around, and then walked to a dark forest next to him.
The dark night is undulating like a tide, permeating around the cottage at the foot of the mountain. The mountain forest is dark, as if looking at Lu Chen's lonely figure coldly.
The haze breath filled with the darkness, wandering around the hut, like a rippling river, flowing quietly, converging from the hut in all directions.
Lu Chen walked to the edge of the forest and yawned openly, unaware that the darkness behind him was as strong as ink, and gradually approached.
In the sound of the howling wind, there was a slight whistling, mixed in the night.
Suddenly, the darkness was suddenly full, like a calm river suddenly set off a big wave, the waves were rough, and the momentum was fierce, with a bit wild and mad. And almost at the same time, even just before the darkness suddenly started, I stood in the calmness of the forest and even took a bit of lazy land dust, and slammed into the mountain, but rushed into the mountain directly. In the forest.
Suddenly, a shout of yelling and screaming suddenly sounded. In the silent and empty night, there were dozens of fuzzy shadows, and they rushed from all directions.
The bright light pierced the deep darkness, refracted the chilling sharpness, pierced the void, and chopped the figure of Lu Chen, but in that dangerous gap, Lu Chen had already rushed into the forest one step first. .
There was a burst of anger drinking in the forest, and the figure shook again. It turned out that there were still people in the forest, but it was obviously not as many as outsiders, or because there might be someone who rushed here and didn't have a good preparation. There was some confusion here.
The sword sword lights, one after another, the sound of the wind was violent, and soon someone groaned and drank. In the dark shadow corner, blood flashed.
Outside the forest, the shadowy shadow of the shadow is even more hesitant, all rushed into this mountain forest, with a strong mountain-like murderous spirit, even this mountain forest seems to be stained with blood.
Laoshan wind blew through, and the forest trembled violently, like a small boat shuddering in the violent sea, but couldn't see anything inside.
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In the evening of Qingshuitang Village, most of the villages are full of black lights and blind lights, but on this night, the village seems to be particularly quiet and dark.
The only light is in the tavern in the village.
Hold a little candlelight, put it on the table, a jug of wine and a glass, the young boy is pouring himself.
He poured a glass, took a sip, and then shook his head. He smiled gently and said to his feet, "This wine is not good."
The tavern is very quiet, except for this young and gentle man only the old horse is still here. He still wore the same clothes as in the daytime, because he was too warm, wearing only a pair of big pants, but at the moment he looked very painful and embarrassed, his hands and feet were tied tightly with thick ropes, like a treat Like the fat pig, he was thrown on the ground, right next to the young boy.
The words just mentioned, the young and gentle son said to the old horse.
At this moment, the old horse looked very bad. His face was bigger than usual. It was because of puffiness. There were blue and purple marks everywhere, as if he had been severely beaten. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth were cracking and bleeding. But compared to him, these seem to be inadequate.
On the fat and fat body of the old horse, there were no less than seven or eight large wounds that were only a few inches deep and long. They were engraved crisscross on his chest and abdomen, including his back. It seems difficult to find a complete skin.
Under him, the blood gathered into a pool of blood, seemingly slowly seeping into the ground.
At this moment, the old horse seemed to be dying, lying down on the cold ground weakly. In addition to the undulations on his chest, only his eyes were barely open, and it seemed as if he would die from his breath at any time.
Only after hearing that sentence, the old horse flickered in his disappointed eyes, raised his head, and even smiled, although the muscles on his face twitched and shook as he laughed.
I only listened to him saying, "Countryside, there is no way."
The young boy smiled mildly, and there seemed to be a little more appreciation in the eyes of the old horse, saying, "How about it, think about it Welcome the book readers to visit, the latest, The fastest and hottest serial works are at Please read for mobile users.