"Brother, I still have something to do, I will go first." I noticed that the situation was wrong. Le Sang just found an excuse and hurriedly slipped.

Climbing to the top of Houshan Mountain alone, Le Sang watched the huge Jianzong Gate thoughtfully. Perhaps it was the reason why he had experienced those things before.

Then, then

In the yin, it was mixed with deep grievances. Is it really the red rain back?

Before the death of the red rain, Jianzongmen had always been good.

It seems that she has to look at it. The eyebrows are deep, and Le Sang secretly determines.

Near the evening, Le Sang came to the deserted ridge of the burial red rain alone.

The sun hadn't went down the mountain, but the evening breeze was extremely cool. Le Sang tightened his tights involuntarily. He looked down and looked at it. He actually came to the grave of the red rain.

A small tombstone was set up in front of the small soil pile.

Perhaps, those who really treat the red rain as a disciple of Jianzongmen, that is, the second brother. After the red rain died, no one came here except him.

The sky became dull a little, and suddenly the yin came around. Le Sang rose his face, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, far away from this lonely grave.

The sun slowly down the mountain, the temperature of this place is getting lower and lower, lower and lower ...

"No." Le Sang suddenly frowned. Although the temperature difference between day and night was very large, the temperature was too inconsistent with common sense. Now it is summer. How cold is like winter.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that there was a little smoke on the grave. Although it was not obvious, Le Sang saw clearly.

A wave of wind blew, Le Sang's skirt was lifted, and she alertly took off the flute around her waist and clenched it tightly.

Qingyan was still looking out a little bit. Le Sang's face was hard to see the extreme. The strong yin had been wrapped here. All her speculation had become a fact.

Finally, Qingyan no longer rushed out, and that had already emerged, a little illusory turned into a human figure.

"drink--"

Take a sip of air -conditioning, Le Sang was scared back, and the humanoid hair was emitted by the smoke.

The hand of holding the flute tightened again, Le Sang rumored the courage and asked, "Sister Hongyu, is it you?"

After a moment of quietness, suddenly, she raised her head, her face, and scared Le Sang's heartbeat again.

It turns out that people can really become so scary after death.

"Giggle ... giggling ..." The sharp laugh came from all directions, Le Sang covered her ears, watching the red rain, and approached her a little bit.

The palm hit it.

The red rain cleverly avoided it, his face was even more embarrassed, and the laughter stopped instantly.

Le Sang was so impressed, flying up, falling on the branches, standing taller than her: "When people die, they should be born, red rain, if you still want to hurt people after death, you will only fall into gray and smoke to extinguish the forever

The end of the not born. "

"Smelly girl, you shut me up!" The red rain suddenly said: "If you weren't for the stolen things on my head, how would I be killed, I tell you, I will not let you go."
Chapter completed!