A drop of water dripped from the tip of a leaf. When it fell in the air, a strong wind blew by, and the water droplet immediately stirred and shattered into countless filaments, spreading everywhere.

Shen Xiaojia stopped hastily, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, panting like an ox, looked at the breeze blowing in front of him, swallowed his saliva and said, "Mo Chunfeng, just

Here it is, if I run any further I will die of exhaustion first!"

Mo Chunfeng, who was dressed in a blue shirt and had silver hair all over his head, glanced back at Shen Xiaojia. He twirled his toes, twisted his body and fell from the treetops. He landed as lightly as a flying leaf in front of the young policeman and stroked his temples.

The snow-white silver thread smiled contemptuously, "Shen Xiaojia, how did you get into this job of being a spy? Is the Yamen master blind?"

"I'm a normal person. I don't know how to climb over walls. It's reasonable to take a few breaths after running such a long distance. As for how I got this police uniform..." Shen Xiaojia straightened up and said, "Yuecheng Long has served five times in total.

The first four county magistrates have disturbed the peace of Moon City, but only this last one is safe and sound, do you know why?"

"I heard that the current county master is not a local, but was transferred from Xiangnan," Mo Chunfeng thought seriously for a moment and said calmly, "Because of the language barrier, Yuecheng was able to achieve great governance."

"That's ridiculous!" Shen Xiaojia puffed up his chest proudly, "Although Xiangnan is thousands of miles away from Yuecheng, the dialects of the two places are not completely incompatible, and daily communication is still possible. Furthermore, if you don't understand the dialect, you can always speak Mandarin.

, so that my ears are not closed and I am completely ignorant. The language barrier is actually a clever trick I gave to the county master, so I got this job as a policeman, just to earn a mouthful of rice porridge..." He glanced at the empty surroundings and sighed.

He sighed and said, "Don't talk about these boring things. It's getting late. The scenery here is pleasant and it's a good place to bury yourself. Let's hurry up."

Mo Chunfeng stood aside, watching Shen Xiaojia coldly as if nothing was wrong, he took out a shovel from his waist and dug out a big hole, "You are really skilled in this technique. It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.

It takes you ten years to grind a shovel! Let me ask you a question, why are you so persistent that you bury yourself?"

"I want to go back!"

"Going back where?"

"Green Vine City."

"Where is that place? Why have I never heard of it?"

"That's a place far away from Moon City..."

The scene of the abandoned factory in the west of Luteng City once again appeared in front of Shen Xiaojia, as well as the hateful-looking Mr. Chen. The last words he heard Mr. Chen say at the bottom of the pit echoed in his ears, "Don't bother, I'll help you."

Bury him!"

Then endless yellow sand rolled down, gradually burying him who was seriously injured and dying. Deafening explosions followed closely, and the pungent black thick smoke penetrated the yellow sand and penetrated into his nostrils, choking his heart and lungs.

It was as if he was going to explode. Reluctance, resentment, and grief made him unwilling to close his eyes. His eyes widened with anger. Before taking his last breath, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness...

After a moment, he blinked hard and suddenly realized that something was wrong. His limbs could actually move. He raised his hands and stared at the small hands and the strange clothes on his body. The corner of his mouth twitched, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.

emerged, "Have I traveled through time?"

Then he saw a middle-aged man wearing rags pick himself up from the river, carry him on his shoulders, and walk into the gate of Moon City.

"I asked Lao Qu, and he said that there was a flood in the spring of the first year of the Apocalypse. You were washed here by the flood, not dug out of the ground. How could you go back if you buried yourself in the ground?"

Shen Xiaojia was awakened by Mo Chunfeng's words, coughed slightly and said, "From the first year of Tianqi to the third year of Tianqi, I swam in the Chunjiang River for three full years, from the upstream to the downstream, and then from the downstream to the upstream. Facts have proved that that method didn't work. It should be

How you came here is how you go back. Before I came here, I was buried in the soil. If I want to go back now, I guess I can only bury myself again. It's very scientific."

"What study?" Mo Chunfeng shrugged indifferently, "Forget it, you don't have to explain. You have always said these weird things in the past ten years, and you are right...you are a weird person to begin with.

The color is strange, the taste of food is strange, and the talk in sleep is also strange. Taken together, it makes people feel strange."

"My hair..." Shen Xiaojia touched his half-black and half-white hair, "I'm also very surprised. It stands to reason that even if the chemical reactions in the factory produce huge energy, my brain waves will be transmitted.

After entering this body, this hair should not come with it..."

Mo Chunfeng suddenly asked, "What are brain waves? Is it a kind of internal power?"

"No, the brain waves are equivalent to the soul you talk about..." Seeing Mo Chunfeng still looking confused, Shen Xiaojia shook his head, threw the shovel aside, clapped his hands, walked leisurely into the pit and lay down

Next, "Well, you don't understand even after I tell you, let's just get down to business... Come on, come on, bury me quickly, I can't wait any longer!"

"I think you don't want to bury yourself anymore. In the past seven years, you have postponed it by one month every year, from January 1 to July 7," Mo Chunfeng said coldly, "Actually, if you really want to die, I will

I can help you!"

"Ignorance!" Shen Xiaojia sniffed, "Of course you have to use the variable control method when doing experiments, and do them at different times. Only in this way can you know what conditions are most appropriate..."

Just as Mo Chunfeng picked up the shovel and was about to shovel the excavated soil into the pit, Shen Xiaojia's ears twitched slightly, he raised his right hand and said softly, "Pause, someone is coming!"

Mo Chunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Two people, two knives."

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall figures jumped out of the woods, startling the crows.

One person holds a five-foot machete in his hand and has a muscular body, but he has a small yellow chrysanthemum pinned to his ear. The other person also holds a gleaming machete in his hand. He is a bit thin and has a big black mole on his face.

There are three or two black hairs standing on the mole.

The man with the small yellow chrysanthemum in his ear was the first to speak, "I am the Goushan Chrysanthemum Knife Ximen Chuiwa, the 49th on the Jianghu Swordsman List." He stroked the blade gently, "This knife is five feet and two inches long.

Iron is like clay, a knife falls and a chrysanthemum blooms!"

Not to be outdone, the big black mole said, "I, the Jiba Peak Magic Crystal Sword, Dongfang has been completely defeated, and I am number 51 on the Jianghu Swordsman List." He licked the blade lightly with the tip of his tongue, "This knife is eight inches thick and five and a half inches thick. It can cut gold and break jade, and the knife comes out of the hole."

now!"

"What a sword!" Ximen Chui Wax praised and touched the chrysanthemum beside his ear, "It seems that you and I will have a battle today. After all, there can only be one person who is number 49 on the list of swordsmen."

"Tonight the moonlight is sultry, it's a great opportunity for a fight to the death," Dongfang defeated the slant-eyed vertical sword, stepped forward quickly, and suddenly launched an offensive, "Then... I'll cut him down first as a sign of respect!"

Ximen Chuiwa's eyes widened, he slashed with his sword, and shouted, "Well done, I'll slash you back to express my gratitude!"

Ding! The blades of the two swords collided, causing sparks to appear.

After the two crossed each other, they exchanged positions. There was a red line on each left arm, with a little blood oozing out.

Ximen Chuiwa lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his left arm, his eyelids twitched, "Brother, I just remembered that there is something urgent at home and I have to go back first. Why don't we fight another day?"

"Unfortunately," Dongfang Quanbai also glanced at the blood oozing from his left arm, "I just remembered that I should go home and pour water for Madam to wash her feet. Then we will make an appointment another day! Qingshan will not change!"

"Green water flows forever!"

“See you later!”

The two of them cupped their hands with each other, then turned around and left quickly and neatly, grinning and walking in a hurry.

Shen Xiaojia poked his head out of the grass, looked at Mo Chunfeng aside, pursed his lips and said, "Is this your world?"

Mo Chunfeng said three words expressionlessly, "Part of it."

"I'm very disappointed," Shen Xiaojia said sarcastically as he retreated into the pit, "I was also a master before I came here. Although I can't fly over walls and walls like you, I can still throw knives better than you did in the Moon God.

The stones thrown at the festival must be fast, accurate and hard... I can hit ten of those two just now!"

"Then why do you have no martial arts at all now?" Mo Chunfeng picked up the shovel again, this time he seemed to be more active, threw down a shovelful of loess, and wondered, "Were you crippled? I know an exclusive secret recipe, but

Would you like to try to restore people's former abilities?"

"Forget it, the medicine you have here is weird, don't kill me..." Shen Xiaojia suddenly felt some stones on his back hurting him. He stretched out his hand and pulled it hard a few times, threw a stone aside, and continued

He broke off another stone and said with a sad look, "Besides, it's not that I was crippled, it's just that I don't want to learn anymore. It's illegal to kill people over there, even if you kill bad people. That's why my master

I killed a bad guy and stabbed myself in the heart..."

"It's illegal to kill people here, but the law only restricts ordinary people..." Mo Chunfeng suddenly stopped, took out a handful of white paper money from his arms, threw it away, and took off the bronze suona stuck in his waist.

, "Old rules, one hundred and eighty pieces of paper money, and I will give you a song called Birds in the Phoenix! Have a good trip!"

Shen Xiaojia nodded solemnly, glanced at his lower body covered with loess, and then pulled the big stone under him again.

The surrounding fields were quiet, with only the ticking sound of the suona echoing between heaven and earth, like weeping and complaining.

At the end of the song, Mo Chunfeng turned the suona over a few times, placed it on his waist, bent down and cupped his hands, saying, "See you in the next life!"

Shen Xiaojia was about to say something when he heard a rumbling sound behind him, and then a clear spring gushes out, instantly rushing Shen Xiaojia out of the bottom of the pit and falling to the ground. Shen Xiaojia got up from the ground and took a look.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he said, "What a geomantic treasure, a well was dug out!"

A look of disappointment flashed in Mo Chunfeng's eyes, and he smiled slightly, "Don't forget the well digger when you are ready, your merits are immeasurable! The villagers in the nearby mountains and fields will erect a monument for you!"

Shen Xiaojia said dejectedly, "I'm not dead, so why should I erect a monument! It's so fucking embarrassing. Last year, an ancient tomb was dug, and this year another well was dug!" He glanced at the yellow dirt all over his body, "That's all, I won't bury it today.

Come on, let’s go to Chunjiang and take a bath first, so as not to go back to the city later and people think I fell into a latrine..."

Mo Chunfeng glanced deep into the woods with the corner of his eyes, and suddenly said, "Then you go and wash yourself first, I will be here for a while, and I will come back to find you later!"

Shen Xiaojia gave Mo Chunfeng a meaningful look, curled his lips, nodded, turned around and left alone.

After Shen Xiaojia's back disappeared into the night, Mo Chunfeng kicked the ground with his right foot, jumped up to a big tree, folded his arms, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, two figures emerged from the woods. They were Ximen Chuiwa and Dongfang Quanbai. They looked at each other and were about to raise their legs to chase Shen Xiaojia in the direction he left, but they had to stop.

Because a person suddenly appeared in front of them. This person floated down from the tree and landed silently. He held a suona in his hand and his hair was covered with silver threads that fluttered in the wind.

The two of them observed in secret for a long time, and naturally knew that this person was Shen Xiaojia's companion, and they said in a cold voice, "A good dog doesn't block the way, our target is not you, don't make the mistake!"

"Nineteenth on the herringbone killer list is Shan Dao Wang Xiaoju. Number one on the herringbone killer list is Snow Knife Wu Dazhi." Mo Chunfeng played with the suona in his hand and said calmly, "Who sent you here?"

Both of them were startled. Wang Xiaoju, who had a chrysanthemum in her ear, said sharply, "Since I know grandpa, then..."

Before he finished speaking, a thin red line appeared on Wang Xiaoju's neck. Wang Xiaoju covered her neck and looked at the young man holding the suona in horror. He didn't even see how the other person took action.

How did he stop? I only saw a trace of blood on the edge of the bronze suona, and then it fell to the ground.

"Noisy!" Mo Chunfeng glanced coldly at Wang Xiaoju who fell to the ground, turned his head and squinted at Wu Dazhi who silently took a few steps back, "I just want to ask for the last time, who sent you here?"

"Yes... the Lord of Yue City," Wu Dazhi swallowed and stammered, "Since the young hero is protecting that person, I will give him face and not kill him... I will give him the money when I get back.

Return it to the city lord..."

"Who said I was protecting him?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Mo Chunfeng's mouth, "I also want his life..."

Wu Dazhi held a handful of cold sweat in his hands, "In this case, the enemy of my enemy is a friend, and we are kindred spirits. This deal can be made into five by adding two to one. How about half for each person?"

"His life is mine!" Mo Chunfeng shook his head and said with regret, "You just said you wouldn't kill him, and now you want to share the spoils with me. You didn't tell the truth. Since you still

If you want to kill him, then I can only kill you."

Wu Dazhi's eyes were full of timidity and he was sweating. He bit his lip, turned around and ran away.

With a contemptuous smile on his lips, Mo Chunfeng jumped up slightly, stepped on Wu Dazhi's left shoulder with his left foot, kicked hard on Wu Dazhi's head with his right foot, and landed a few feet in front of Wu Dazhi.

Wu Dazhi's pupils shrank, "What a light kung fu! But a dragonfly has three points of water?"

Mo Chunfeng turned his back to Wu Dazhi, wiped the blood stains on the suona whistle, slowly shook his head and said, "No, it's just two drops of water."

"What's more?"

"In your heart."

Wu Dazhi lowered his head and glanced at the position of his heart. Sure enough, a flower of blood oozed out. He sighed deeply and fell straight back, "You really have the life to take the money, but you have no life to spend it. This business is a huge loss..."

Mo Chunfeng walked to the bodies of Wu Dazhi and Wang Xiaoju, took out a token with human characters from each of them, put it into his arms, jumped up to the treetop, and floated towards the upper reaches of the Spring River.

In a short while, Mo Chunfeng came to the upper reaches of the Chun River and stood calmly on the bank, as if he had really just taken a rest. He stared at Shen Xiaojia who was splashing back and forth in the river, and chuckled, "Isn't it a bath? Why?

Swimming instead?"

"Same, when we were swimming there, there were many people bathing in the pool, and some people were peeing..." Shen Xiaojia poked his head out of the water, holding a small fish in each hand, and threw it to Mo Chunfeng, "Just now in the water

We caught two small fish inside, and we will return to Zuiyue Tower later and let Lao Qu help us roast some wine."

Mo Chunfeng stretched out his hand and caught the two small fish, "I just have something to talk to him about, so I'll go back first."

"Wait for me, we came together, we should go back together..."

"You're not as fast as me, both together, front and back...and it takes time to grill the fish, so we can start eating it when you come back, okay?"

"Yes, then I'll wash up... I saw a girl swimming away from the water over there before. The river water wet her thin shirt, revealing her exquisite curves. She was rising and falling in the water, and the blue waves were rippling. It made me want to take a bath.

I forgot. It's a pity that she left too quickly, otherwise she could have spent the time and the next month drinking and talking."

"Have you forgotten about the Moon God Festival before? I don't have much time to spend time with you now. If I don't hurry up, I will die."

"No wonder her skin looks like snow to me, but her face is darker than the ashes on the bottom of a pot."

"If you were used as a sacrifice, your face would be darker than hers."

"Don't you already have one?"

"Isn't he already dead?"

"People have died, why don't you give up? Besides, people are people, not cattle and sheep, how can they be used as sacrifices? Although her method is somewhat inappropriate, I support her, and my life should be in my own hands.

inside!"

Mo Chunfeng was startled, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed quietly, "Well, your life should be in your own hands! Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and think about your hometown... Shen Xiaojia, I miss home, let's see you later

After finishing the wine, I'm going to go home."

Shen Xiaojia was also startled, "So sudden? Since we met when we were eight years old, I have never heard you say that you have a family. Where is your home?"

"My home is in the west, not far or near here, five thousand miles away." Mo Chunfeng said with a smile, "A spring breeze blew by, and it only takes fourteen days to go back and forth."

"This is the cold air in Siberia..." Shen Xiaojia muttered, spat out the water in his mouth, and asked, "Why do you want to go home all of a sudden? Are you tired of staying here?"

"It's nothing boring. For me, it's the same everywhere," Mo Chunfeng sighed, "I just want to go home and discuss it with my family. I have the final say on my own life."

Shen Xiaojia didn't know that the discussion that Mo Chunfeng said really needed to be done. He just thought it was just a matter of family members sitting together and having a heart-to-heart talk. He tilted his head and said, "This matter still needs to be discussed? Your life is not.

In your own hands?"

Mo Chunfeng shook his head, "Many people hold my life, including my master, the king of heaven and earth, and finally myself."

"The rules on your side are really troublesome. We don't have that many people ahead of us. We all just do whatever we want..." Shen Xiaojia pouted, "Then I wish you a successful negotiation in advance.

When you return in triumph, I will cook you a newly invented new dish, which will surely make you salivate."

Mo Chunfeng smiled. He remembered what Shen Xiaojia said before. If you want to tie a person, tie the person's stomach first. He coughed lightly and said sternly, "Don't fool around when I'm not around.

If you have nothing to do, just have a drink with Laoqu at Zuiyue Tower and listen to the storyteller tell stories. This Yuecheng has not been very peaceful recently."

"It's not peaceful? Then I'll level it," Shen Xiaojia said, picking his nose. "After all, I'm also a yamen agent. Who can do anything to me?"

Mo Chunfeng blinked, "You run faster than a rabbit when something happens, so don't pretend to be so righteous... But you have a good moral character, keep it up!" He pulled a piece of weed and pulled the two small fish.

Strung together, they floated away, "I'm going back now, see you later!"

Shen Xiaojia looked at Mo Chunfeng's handsome back and looked around the silent sides of the river. He suddenly felt eerie and eerie. He shrank his neck, swam quickly to the shore, put on his clothes, and ran towards the gate of Yuecheng.

When passing through the woods on the outskirts of the city, Shen Xiaojia was running so fast that he didn't notice an old woman staggering towards him. He almost knocked the old woman down. He apologized several times and helped the old woman pick up the sweet potatoes scattered on the ground.

In the basket, he asked, "Auntie, why are you running out of the city so late?"

The old woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and said helplessly, "Tonight's Moon God Festival, everyone is waiting to watch the excitement, so I have to rest late. I wanted to sell a few sweet potatoes and earn a few copper coins... Who would have known that in the city

People don’t like to eat, so I had no choice but to try my luck near the outskirts of the city.”

Shen Xiaojia said softly "Oh" and wanted to help the old woman and buy a few sweet potatoes. However, when he touched his waist, he found that he did not have a money bag with him. He smiled and had to wave goodbye to the old woman.

The old woman glanced at the direction Shen Xiaojia left, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued walking. After half a stick of incense, she came to a dilapidated temple and saw a woman in a thin shirt squatting next to a fire to bake her clothes.

, walked over slowly, pretended to be tired and sat down, "Girl, it's cold at night, can I warm myself up with some of your light?"

The woman in a thin shirt looked up at the old woman, nodded slightly, but did not answer.

"Thank you very much," the old woman took out a sweet potato from the basket and handed it to the woman in a thin shirt. "You let me soak up all the sweet potatoes, so I'll give you a sweet potato to cushion your belly. It's a courtesy."

The woman in the thin shirt pursed her lips, touched her withered belly, took the sweet potato from the old woman, and whispered "Thank you" softly.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the old woman's mouth, staring at the red firelight, her eyes narrowed slightly and said, "No thanks, no thanks, I'll go on the road after I've eaten..."

In the early morning of the next day, a ray of white light penetrated the dark and ruined temple, and was projected on the statue of the god inside the temple that was covered with spider silk and dust. The statue had a hideous face and was holding a judge pen in its hand, pointing downwards.

In the judge's painting, there is a woman wearing a thin white shirt lying next to the fire that has burned to white ashes. Her face is also ferocious and terrifying, her eyes are open angrily, there is an unusually eye-catching red moon pattern between her eyebrows, her red lips are slightly open, and she has

There was no breath left, and his whole body was cold.
Chapter completed!