The doctor suddenly woke up from his sleep, his eyes widened, his whole face was twisted and bruised with pain, he waved his arms in the air as if an innocent soul was seeking his life, veins popped up in his hands, and he kept twitching. Mo'er exclaimed,

I tried to make Grandpa calm down, but everything I did was in vain.

The farmer immediately turned around and ran away.

"Don't go out!" Xie Junhe shouted loudly and stretched out his arm to pick up the sword beside the door.

But it was too late, and he saw the burly body standing at the door, leaning towards the door and falling down. A poisonous cross dart suddenly sealed his throat.

Xie Junhe pushed down the stunned Mo'er and rolled him into a blind corner. Almost at the same time, several other cross-darts came in from the door and grazed his arms.

The doctor opened his lips and spat out one word: "Tie Chen Jue..." Then, large mouthfuls of black blood poured out of his mouth, and soon he lost his breath.

Xie Junhe hid in the corner, pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand and covering the child's eyes with the other, secretly adjusting his breathing. The bowl of water he drank earlier was also poisoned. At this time, there were clearly two strange things in his body.

The confrontation of strength made his whole body weak and unable to move lightly. He realized that if he hadn't drank the sip of wine from the old man on the bamboo raft earlier, he might have died on the spot.

Mo'er glanced at him secretly through his fingers, and he responded with a silent gesture, and the child understood.

After a short rest, cold sweat broke out from the whole body, and the two forces subsided at the same time, disappearing without a trace.

At this time, slow footsteps sounded outside the house, gradually approaching the house. Xie Junhe quietly moved to the door. Ten steps, seven steps, five steps... He held his breath, waiting for the prey to approach. Three steps,

Two steps. The steps suddenly stopped, I don’t know why he was hesitating.

In an instant, like thunder, the sword flashed and splashed with blood. The man in white at the door stared at him with unbelievable surprise, but he had no strength to fight back and fell down without closing his eyes. The killer was finally careless.

He asked Mo'er to stay where he was and wait for him, while he went out to investigate the situation.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly started, and a white figure riding a horse passed by in front of him, as fast as lightning. Xie Junhe started to chase, but after running two or three steps, he suddenly stopped and stopped. Just when he was hesitant.

, the white shadow had disappeared behind the low wall. Looking up at the moonlight, he was sure that he had seen it correctly. The dazzling weapon pointed at the sky must be the silver leaf gun. How could it be possible?

The lights of the villagers have all been extinguished, and even the crowing of cocks and dogs that came when they came are no longer heard. The heart gradually falls, falls, falls into the bottomless abyss. This kind of deathly silence is all too familiar to him. House after house is pushed.

Open the courtyard door, walk in, and come out again. Not a single one of the six households was left alive, not even the women, children, or even the animals. They were either killed by cross darts or had their necks broken by an unknown weapon. There must be more than one killer.

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He was startled and ran back. But he heard Mo'er's scream under the courtyard wall.

"Stop!" Xie Junhe didn't care much. He turned over and jumped into the courtyard through the gap in the low wall. A ghostly white shadow smiled ferociously, and the straight thin steel wire shone in the moonlight. The sword was gone.

Forced right in front of him, the white shadow let go under the threat of the sword light and ran up to the roof, as nimble as if it had wings.

Xie Junhe pressed forward without giving up, hooked the tip of the sword, and pulled hard, and the wire almost fell into his palm. Unexpectedly, he felt a sharp pain in his palm, and he couldn't help but let go. The force on the blade tightened, and the wire instantly

It was ejected back, grazed the blade, and sparks burst out. Looking down and seeing the blood on his hand, he realized that the steel wire was as sharp as the sword.

There was another fight. Although the killer didn't attack, he had the ability to find ways to deal with every move. Although Xie Junhe's sword was extremely fast, every sword hit missed. He was always worried about staying alive, and he also

They couldn't use too harsh moves, so the two of them were arguing at the same level. Finally, they caught the flaw and struck the opponent's wrist with a sword. The blade curled up and snatched away the thin steel wire, but unexpectedly they were involved.

As he passed by, something shook out of his arms and he snatched it away. Oops, it was the map entrusted to him by Chu Tao.

There was a whistle, and suddenly countless white lanterns were seen densely surrounding and fluttering towards the village. The killer smiled coldly, having achieved his goal, he jumped into the night and disappeared as if flying.

Mo'er screamed: "Ghost, there really is a ghost!"

Is it a ghost? Xie Junhe was also confused. No one could see the white lanterns, but they gathered together as if commanded by someone. They flickered in and out in the cold wind. The yellow paper money flew across the sky like snowflakes, and the cold wind was like a knife.

In the dark night fog, there seemed to be long shadows in white robes flying and swaying in the distance, as light as ghosts. It was like being in a sacrifice. Is it these ghosts' memorial to the villagers? At this moment, the fire was lit, from every corner

Erupting, blood-like red light swallowed the entire village and even the entire sky.

In panic, a group of white shadows suddenly appeared in front of him, with a fierce momentum. Mo'er could only scream in panic. Jun He turned on his back and plunged into the bushes, and the silver cross darts flew over his head like raindrops.

.Under the vast moonlight, pieces of extremely pale paper masks formed an especially ferocious face.

Escape! No matter whether these are humans or ghosts, he can't defeat them, not to mention that he must ensure the safety of Mo'er.

Covered by trees and branches, he kept looking for the next place where he could escape the attack. However, these ghosts never stopped pestering him. Wherever he looked, there was always this terrifying shadow rushing past.

: Suddenly jumped out from the darkness, exchanged a few moves and then disappeared in a hurry. From time to time, the light of a weapon passed by his eyes. He couldn't see clearly what kind of weapon it was. He only knew that it was not just a cross dart, but also a weapon.

Time to think more.

There was no horse, no map, and dangers abounded in the sword light. He could only rely on the sword in his hand and run on two legs. He didn't know which way to run, he only knew that he would be surrounded by the ghost as soon as he stopped.

A dead end.

He remembered the old man's words. There were many ghosts and a narrow escape from death. He was sure that it was not a ghost, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt that it was a hundred times scarier than a ghost. Who could have such nimble skills? So much so that he could talk to people in the room.

No movement was heard, but the villagers were killed one by one silently. What kind of martial arts can make his fast sword fly into the air? What kind of power can follow him closely all the way?

, forcing him not to relax for a moment?

I don’t know how far I ran, but ghosts still swayed in the distance from time to time. There were only two things left in my mind, one was to run, and the other was to use my sword to block the murderous intention that might appear at any time. As I ran, I just felt

The soles of his feet were as light as stepping on clouds and mist. He simply doubted that if he kept running like this, he would turn into the white shadows that suddenly appeared.

The sky gradually gets brighter, and the sunlight shines into the depths of the dense forest, leaving mottled tree shadows all over the ground. The fog in the mountain forest gradually disperses. When I climb the hill and look into the distance, I realize that Duanjiazhai is close in front of me. The mottled shadows on my back are

The child was sleeping soundly: he had been frightened all night, and it was time to get tired. He put the child down, his soles went soft, and he lost the strength to move, and fell into the soft weeds. The shadows of the trees in front of him were shaking, as if there were traces of human beings.

I sighed deeply and thought to myself: If I were still the phantom that I couldn't get rid of, I would really die without any regrets.
Chapter completed!