The mountain wind in early spring is cold.

Looking from here, it was pitch black. The flashlight fell on the ground, but was shrouded in ink.

The ink sword did not penetrate the body of the great priest, but just sank into a shallow point, just like a dragonfly squirting the water.

A bright red flower bloomed on the originally white sacrificial sacred garment of Jiangkou Chongchi. This strange sharp blade was different from an ordinary knife that cut the flesh. He felt the coldness of the stinging place, but what was even more terrifying was the will that pressed the heart, which made him feel that breathing was a little difficult.

He knows how to use a knife. At such depth, it is only outside the sternum and has not even touched the heart. Why does he feel like he is pressing on the heart?

"You should die if you shouldn't challenge the dignity of the nation!" Zhong Yue's hand did not tremble at all because someone was about to end.

If this sense of difference in fate is better if it is ten years, but in a blink of an eye, Chongchi, Jiangkou felt that his life was controlled, which made him unable to believe it was true.

"Ahem. Mr. Gushan was wrong at the beginning. From the first glance at you, I realized that people who look like wolves are not scary. The most feared thing is people who look like Mianyang, and a lion is asleep in your eyes."

Xu Wei next to him: "Why didn't I see it?"

"That's it." Bai Shiweng's consent came again in the dark night. He, who was originally not tall in Zhong Yue's mind, instantly collapsed.

"Ahem, can you send these annoying guys away?" Jiangkou Chongchi's limbs were still bound by Mo Yun, like a criminal nailed to the cross. "Anyway, in front of a demon like you, we ordinary people are all ants, aren't we?"

"Who do you think is annoying?" Wang Ximeng's childish voice softened the dark night a little, but the fear in Jiangkou Chongchi's heart became even heavier. How many people came here?

Ten?

One hundred?

Or is it densely packed with 300,000?

"You don't have the right to ask for this." Zhong Yue felt the wonder of Mo Yun for himself.

Daqian is really a paradise that evolves for calligraphers and painters. But is that world virtual or real parallel space?

Before this, Zhong Yue didn't believe it was real, but now, the ink sword stabbed Jiangkou Chongchi's chest, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

The mountain wind blew on the face, and the murderous intent before was restrained.

His goodwill restrained his defense, but instead became cowardly in the eyes of these people. The ink sword in Zhong Yue's hand pierced even deeper.

laugh!

"The art should have been clean, but it was stained by you."

Jiangkou Chongchi's spirit became even more decadent, and he said with a little breathing rapid: "Now...you...so are you..."

"I?"

Eguchi Shigei said, "Do you want to defend yourself?"

In the empty mountains and forests, sirens from far to near came from a distance.

"Listen. Ho..."

"Do you think you still have time?"

Eguchi Shigechi said, "No matter how you explain your crime, even if you are the victim."

"I am!" Because of Zhong Yue's heavy shout, the Mo Jian went deeper. Does he really hope to do this?

If a scholar catches the knife, wouldn’t he force him to Liangshan?

"Puff... cough cough... these powers that are not human-owned will eventually be suspected by the forensic doctor. In any case, according to Japanese laws, you will be tested by countless scientists as guinea pigs. You will not be able to have a good life."

Wen Zhengming's voice came from the Wen family's book pavilion, "No, let him go."

"I let him go. Does Mr. Hengshan think he can let me go?"

Jiangkou Chongchi smiled even more ferociously, "I...I can help you erase all this, including the pile of rotten meat beside you. If possible, I think we are on the same boat now. There is an old Chinese saying called "Hard work together". You are not aware of it. You don't think about it. There is not much time left for you. Listen, this sirens... um... um... um... um... um..."

The ink-colored sword pierced through Jiangkou Chongchi's body this time. Zhong Yue approached the face full of fear and confusion, "Do you think I will make the same mistake?"

"Cough..." Blood flowed from the ink sword to Zhong Yue's hand.

A hand that should have held the pen was held tonight. If this is due to fate, Zhong Yue prefers himself when he was holding the pen, the kind of ink splashing like gold, and he can do whatever he wants, and it is more like a king in this small inch!

Fate

This theme looks particularly appropriate tonight.

If a painter had the Eye of God and painted the previous scene with a brush, would it be a bloody scene?

The mountain stream became quiet in an instant. The sirens sounded closer. Zhong Yue felt the phone in his pocket vibrating, so he put down the ink sword in his hand.

Before he could touch the phone, the man Xu Wei of the Mo pulled out his sword.

Blood splattered Zhong Yue all over.

"Mr. Wen Chang, please give me some face next time."

"Oh."

Zhong Yue answered the phone.

Ouyang Ming was shouting like crazy, "Brother Yue! Damn, you finally answered the phone!"

"Um."

"I'm going to ask my uncle to mobilize the helicopter of the executive committee! Are you rubbing by a perverted uncle on the bed? Was the potato chips, wiped, put on the condom?"

Zhong Yue was amazed at Ouyang Ming's brain circuit and said, "Get out, I'm fine. But I have to go out for a long trip."

“Where to go?”

"It's very far away." He thought about it.

Ouyang Ming exclaimed: "Brother Yue, don't be overthinking it. It doesn't matter, I will help you keep your mouth shut. Don't commit suicide!"

"Do you owe your IQ? I'm like joking you again? Be serious and take Youwei back. Don't expand the matter. I will go back to Shanghai by myself and come to you later."

"no……"

"I'm done." Zhong Yue hung up the phone.

The mountain wind blew on the top of the cliff. Zhong Yue could not argue in this duel no matter how he explained it. He didn't believe that the police here would listen to his explanation, and he didn't believe that he could explain clearly that Gu Shanjianyi's body was as if he was hit by a shotgun, and that he had been burning with black smoke as if he was burning with inferior rubber. Instead of doing so, it would be better not to explain.

He looked at Xu Wenchang and bowed to him, "Mr. Wenchang..."

"Call me Xu Wei."

"Sir, take your words seriously?"

Mo Ren has no face: "Yeah."

Mo Yun wrapped the Chongchi and Ancient Mountain in Jiangkou, and Zhong Yue drew a circle in the air.

Tai Chi ink light flows, and every brightness and one disappearance, and everything is born and dies in this yin and yang.

"Youwei, you have to be obedient. I will come back."

"I'm sorry, let's explain to you later."

Zhong Yue left a voice to the two most important people and took a deep breath.

"Since I can't get rid of his fate, I will erase him here!"

The ink rhyme is baptized here.

The Tai Chi Dragon Picture is like a vortex, and everyone is sucking it into it.

Everything returns to peace.

It's still late at night.
Chapter completed!