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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 road and ruined the luck for no reason. Although there was no loss, the plot was the cause and the killing was the result. The blame should not be blamed on oneself.

Jiao.

After searching, it was found that there were people in several surrounding villages, towns and cities who were maliciously spreading rumors and making plans to trap Baijiao and cause floods.

After all the hard work, Bai Yujun was very angry.

The matter of flood control is temporarily suspended, but the face is as cold as frost and murderous. 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 is clean and fresh. The girl in white holds an oil-paper umbrella tightly in her arms and stands 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, after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, 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, and the surging blood made his chest feel warm for a short time, as if

All the strength in the body was lost rapidly along the knife edge...

Oops! The horizontal sword is returned 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 at the time...

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 holy faces are hidden in the caves and caves of the Buddha, 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 tourists leave ink marks to praise the sacred mountain.

All the believers bowed down to pray, burning incense and hand-written lotuses.

In a quiet Zen room with lotus flowers and a golden roof, sandalwood lingers, two old monks with white beards play chess to kill the day. Black and white pieces are all over the chessboard, making it difficult to separate and the game is unpredictable.

After a long while, an old monk spoke.

"Are you sure you want to do this? This will offend Chunyang, cause disputes, and is inconsistent with the sect's rules."

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 the path of spiritual practice 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 go to hell? Someone has to make sacrifices. The fate of the white dragon is unclear and unpredictable. The dragon hunter can 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 stone falls and the white stone dies.

When people leave and the tea cools, mysterious waves spread in all directions, covering up the secrets of heaven.

The river is raining and the curtains are rolling in desolation.

The old monk who stayed behind looked confused, not knowing 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 had become 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, creating 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 and status did not show their inability.

The plan is long and arduous, 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 exits.

"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 hearts. We must not leave our fate to monsters!

"Every county launches its attack at the same time, so what if the evil dragon kills people, they 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 makes the knees of those present feel uncomfortable. It has rained continuously for two months and floods have occurred everywhere. Only the houses of wealthy families are strong and can ignore the rain. Some poor families have long been in poverty under the stone bridges in caves. Their food is moldy and firewood cannot be lit. It is different from the once drought. The only good thing about 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 deep courtyard 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 servants 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 backed away in fear. On this rainy day, a strange girl suddenly came in and asked if she could buy an umbrella. She was obviously a female ghost! Look at her white face, light and silent walk, she didn'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 can leave."

"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 so that her expression could not be seen clearly. The housekeeper 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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