Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 10: Yanling Old Man

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"What is the bowl?" Meng Fuyao looked at him in amazement, "I didn't grab your bowl."

"Ghost!!!" The man looked at her, suddenly jumped up, shouted sternly, hugged his head and ran around in his cell, desperately trying to find a place to hide, but the three stone walls Where can I hide in the cell in the wooden fence? He stuck to the stone wall, slid down, took up his clothes, and couldn't cover it. Finally, he threw up the straw, and drilled inwardly, revealing half of his **** outside.

Meng Fuyao looked funny, turned his head and said to Changsun Wuji: "It is the first time I know that I look so terrible."

Changsun Wuji looked at the man arched in the straw thoughtfully, his eyes repeated several times, and finally he only said indifferently: "In this troubled autumn, it is better to take off your mask less."

Meng Fuyao put on the mask, stared at the half-struck ass, knocked on the wall, and said: "Hey, comrade, come over and chat, tell me which dead ghost I look like?"

The man immediately drilled deeper into the haystack.

Meng Fu shook his lips, pulled off a stone, slammed it on the butt, and said grimly: "The bowl... is coming..."

"Don't find me!" yelled hysterically, the scream was so terrible that Meng Fuyao was startled, "Don't!"

Meng Fuyao knotted up a few grasses, passed through the gaps in the wooden fence to reach the half-pull butt, scratched and scratched on the other's buttocks, and sang: "...There is a girl in the village called Xiaowan..."

She was purely playful and sing nonsense. Listening to that guy's tone, she seemed to look a lot like that bowl, and that bowl was dead?

I don’t want that person to hear it, it was like being pierced by a needle, "Ah!" With a loud cry, the fish jumped up and down, grabbing the rotten straw indiscriminately and stuffing it in his ears, banging his head against the wall desperately. Bang Bang Bang actually hit without any mercy, as if the head was a wall and the wall was a head.

Meng Fuyao was stunned when he heard the sound, and he drew back the grass in a serene manner, and muttered: "Don't drive people crazy to death... forget it."

She stood on tiptoe, looked at the next door, and said regretfully: "A wonderful gossip, just like this..."

After all, she didn't see any regretful expression on her face, so she quickly sat down and made some grass by herself.

The grandson Wou-ki turned his head to look at her... Fuyao seemed to be not interested in her own life experience, or was it because she vaguely felt that it was not a good story, and deliberately avoided it?

Since she doesn't want to know, she is up to it.

It's just...I'm afraid that fate will go round and round, and what can't be avoided is ultimately inevitable.

The light and shadow in the cell were dim. According to Meng Fuyao's flapping fingers, he seemed to be weaving something. Changsun Wuji became interested and looked sideways, but Meng Fuyao suddenly held up his palm and said, "Look again after editing."

Changsun Wuji closed his eyes very cooperatively. After a while, he felt Meng Fuyao stabbing him. When he opened his eyes, it was a fat mouse lying in her palm. Meng Fuyao said: "Your ingot." /

Then he took out another villain and said: "You."

Changsun Wou-ki picked it up, took a closer look, and said: "How can Yuanbao be so fat."

Look at the villain again, and said: "How can I be so ugly."

Meng Fuyao sneered, "If you have the ability to make a peerless beauty with rotten straw, I will convince you."

"Anything else, this thing you made up has the biggest flaw, it's missing a very important thing." Changsun Wuji put the mouse on the shoulder of the villain and said for a long while.

"Oh?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him diagonally.

"Close your eyes, too."

This person...don't suffer at all, Meng Fuyao smiled and closed his eyes.

As soon as the eyes are closed, the air on all sides is quiet, and there is no external interference, and the consciousness is more calm and sharp. At this moment, the sound that has not been noticed by the eyes is opened. At this moment, it gradually floats in the sand table of the mind like a relief, a little bit clear. Outline.

I heard the sound of fingers knitting grass blades, the hysterical guy in the cell next door gasping heavily, I heard the jailer walking at the gate outside the cell, I heard the sound of water that didn’t know where, the water didn’t seem to be flowing , It's like slipping on human skin, um... Fingers picked up water and splashed it? Then there seemed to be the sound of smearing... the clothes lined with wind.

It suddenly went dark in front of me.

The darkness can be felt even if it is closed—the oil lamp on the wall in the distance was shining on the eyes, and the warm yellow light was felt in the chaotic vision, and suddenly the light disappeared.

Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes!

At first glance, she stretched out her hand to grab the grandson Wuji who was sitting opposite her.

The moment the hand stretched out, in the dark, it seemed to touch the fingers of Longsun Wuji. It was slightly cool. Before I could hold it, I heard a sudden bang. Four dust splashed over the iron door and wooden pillars of the prison cell and fell all over. Coming down, Meng Fuyao turned over and leaped, and a vaguely dusty person reached out and said, "Be careful, Fuyao--" She hurriedly stretched out her hand to pick it up, but suddenly there was a sound of someone coming over behind her, saying: "Be careful, Fuyao--"

Meng Fuyao froze.

Two people!

Two grandsons Wuji!

Two identical voices!

The cell has been destroyed, with smoke and dust on all sides, vaguely visible. The two are in front of her and behind her. From a distance, the one in front of him should be standing outside the cell, and the one behind him is in the prison. Inside, but now who can be sure that the one inside must be Changsun Wuji, and the one outside must be the bastard?

Meng Fuyao was stunned, trying to recall the sound he heard at that moment and what might have happened--Is the sound of the wind on the clothes band made when he found the enemy's grandson Wuji rushing in, or when the opponent rushed in? It was a very brief moment for her to close her eyes, and she immediately jumped up when she felt the wind in her clothes. However, the moment the prison door broke and the smoke rose, it was very likely that the other party had changed positions with Changsun Wuji. Snatching in, Changsun Wuji rushed out.

But... still not sure.

Faced with this powerful enemy, she and Changsun Wuji can only join forces if they want to save their lives, but now, who can she join forces with? Once you choose the wrong one, you make a big mistake!

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and tried to force her to stabilize her mind. Since the night of the heavy rain, she has learned to be more calm, the more dangerous, the more difficult, and the less rushing!

She is waiting.

Wait for the smoke to clear.

The **** was not magical enough to imitate a person exactly, so he blindfolded every time he appeared, the first time in the dark cabin, and the second time he strode the wind up the fire. They couldn't open their eyes. This time, they simply took advantage of the moment she closed their eyes and destroyed the wooden fence of the cell wall, taking advantage of the smoke and dust, and instantly appeared with Changsun Wuji.

When the smoke is gone, there are always flaws to be found.

However, the smoke and dust did not disperse, but there was a thick mist in the air. Meng Fuyao kept his breath alert and retreated, but felt that the mist was not poisonous, but it had a slight spicy smell, no effect, but the grandson Wuji The unique smell on her body was confused.

The person in front of him calmly said in the mist: "Shuyao, come here."

The person behind him quietly said: "Fuyao, it's me."

The person in front of him raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him. Apart from anything else, the sleeves were rolled up, and a jade ruyi slipped out of the sleeves, and the jade light shone, and a small cloud touched the eyebrows.

Meng Fuyao saw that Yu Ruyi's eyes lit up, he immediately turned over and slapped the person behind him with a palm. However, he saw that the person behind him didn't say a word, and he flew up, his sleeves slipped unexpectedly. It is also a smooth jade Ruyi.

Meng Fuyao made a bang in his head, abruptly clasped his hands and twisted his body, he had no time to withdraw his palm, so he had to slap a palm on the wall of the cell, and crashed the wall of the cell next door with a crash, shocking the man next door to kill the pig. Meng Fuyao's skills were still unrecovered. His heart was upset and blood was surging. When he heard the man screaming, he could not help but furious. Mouth!"

This curse, calmly sprayed a mouthful of bruise on the wall, and immediately raised his hand to wipe it. The two behind him couldn't see her vomiting blood, and her voice was unstable when she heard her voice. It doesn’t matter—"

Meng Fuyao became angry, and suddenly turned around and cursed: "Shut up!"

After cursing, I feel powerless. What is this?

The two eldest grandson Wou-ki each looked at each other coldly, their unique eyes were actually exactly the same. The forest was cold and full of hatred. One of them stretched his sleeves, and the jade Ruyi flicked, sliding three feet like flowing water, one in the air. The curved arcs at both ends are like a moonlight floating horizontally in the sea.

Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up again. She saw the grandson Wuji used this trick. The unique tricks were no more similar. Her tiptoes fell upside down on the wall in front of her, up and down like a harrier, and the black light of "killing the sky" was already Passing through the bottom of the elbow, directly attacked the long sun Wuji opposite.

The eldest grandson Wuji raised his eyes to look at Meng Fuyao. This eye was infinitely deep and anxious. Seeing Meng Fuyao's heart trembled and panicked, and his hands slowed down subconsciously. Then he saw the opponent Yu Ruyi flicked, and the moonlight was flowing together. It's exactly the same trick again!

Meng Fuyao collapsed, and fell down with a "slap" in one breath, fell on the haystack and rolled three times, just can't get up.

The two people were shocked again: "You--"

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, like a dead dog.

The two eldest grandson Wou-ki looked at each other in the smoke. This time, they didn’t speak at all. They fought together, tumbling like a butterfly, Meng Fuyao widened his eyes. The two played against each other, thinking that with that person's strength and the current state of Longsun Wuji, he must be the weak one, but hell, it's still not sure, if the enemy deliberately shows weakness, will she be dragged into a trap?

This **** has a weird temper. He seems to prefer to see people struggling under him to guard against distrust. He seems to prefer to force out the suspicion, indifference, betrayal and cannibalism in human nature. To him, killing is not First priority.

The moves of the two in front of them are exactly the same. The real masters can learn each other's moves in an instant, and they still can't find flaws in the moves.

Meng Fuyao looked irritable, and when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw a few small things on the ground, the long-term Sun Wuji and Master Yuanbao that she had made up, and a semi-finished product. Looking at the slender figure, she probably wanted to make up her.

She picked up the semi-finished product, held it in her palm, and suddenly said: "What did you make up, Changsun Wuji?"

The two looked back on their busy schedule, and one immediately said: "You."

Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and another humane said: "Naturally it is you."

Meng Fu shook his mouth and twitched. Although the grandson Wuji was a step slower to answer, he had a lot of words. When I think about it, the time for the two to speak was the same.

As long as the reaction is quick enough, it is not impossible to learn the same answer.

The two were fighting, slowly coming to her, the two of them turned around, passing in front of her from time to time.

Meng Fuyao sat lazily and didn't want to worry about anything. He suddenly said: "Changsun Wuji, I knew I would ignore you the first time I saw you in Yanjing."

The two of them were silent, and one said: "Yuanxuan Mountain."

The other person immediately said: "Who said we met in Yanjing for the first time? We were in Yuanxuan Mountain..."

Meng Fuyao jumped up.

She jumped up, "killing the sky" Heihe went upside down with murderous intent, and without a word, she stabbed the vest in front of her!

The one who speaks many words, the one who learns the wrong words!

And he had the opportunity to hurt Longsun Wuji just now, and somehow he gave up that opportunity, and Changsun Wuji took the opportunity to take a step forward, forcing him to give his back to Meng Fuyao's eyes.

And Meng Fuyao's knife is waiting for his heart!

Knife out! Behind the goal! Come with hatred! Howling Thunder Roll!

Yu Ruyi's white light suddenly brightened! In front of the target, the snow became more and more blazing, and the billowing beam was silent and boldly approaching!

Finger back and forth!

Just wait now!

True understanding and trust can never be easily destroyed by an unfamiliar bystander!

The man seemed to be finally startled, unable to escape for a moment, the sound of the front and rear wind was fierce and murderous, a ruthless killer at very close range!

In an instant, I understood that the so-called unrecognizable is just to induce him to underestimate the enemy, and to induce him to fall into the trap of two people.

"Awesome! So you two were prepared!"

His body suddenly became thin in the laughter.

It’s really thin—like a piece of cake that was suddenly squashed. There are many layers, but they are more closely connected. The body is stretched and flattened, flat to weird, dark The dark light penetrated through the seams of the Tsing Yi cloth, and it seemed that the muscle bones inside were also pulled and thinned instantly, sparsely scattered.

So being thin beyond the inherent laws of manpower and the human body is equivalent to moving oneself as much as possible in an unmovable space, so the vital points of his body are no longer in place.

"Boom!"

Yu Ruyi and the black knife hit the front and back hearts at the same time, and at the same time made a killing sound in contact with *, but the location of the landing was no longer the heart that was originally aimed at.

Meng Fuyao can even accurately feel that her knife has been pierced in, but it is inserted between the two ribs under the ribs. The distance between the two ribs has been folded to only one line. The knife happened to rub the bones and stuck in the gap, at most it hurt the muscles, not even fractures.

This bastard, even this distance was counted in an instant, and it was sent to her to the point of precision!

The almost magical "Retraction Bone Surgery"!

The powerful instinct of a peerless strong man to control the battle of PUBG!

Yu Ruyi smashed it down, inserting a sharp blade, and a **** flower burst under the man’s ribs. He tilted his head and smiled with his original soft voice: "Come on, come on, I haven’t been in decades. I have seen my own blood!"

Meng Fuyao did not stay in his hands, "Slaying the Sky" tried to push up, sneered, "Really, do you want to see more?"

"No." The man laughed, "This already gives you a lot of face. It's up to me to see your blood."

Fang Luo immediately screamed in his voice, not loud, but it was an extremely unpleasant sound, like the screaming of ten thousand snakes in the abyss, the friction of bones in the corpse mountain, and the long sound of a fine human face in the vast mountain. Summon, summon the ghost ghost in the gloomy forest.

Vibrate!

Everything was shaking at this moment, the ground trembled slightly, the broken wooden fence stubble cracked again silently, and the extinguished oil lamp on the front wall of the upper end of the cell step fell off with a sound.

Meng Fu shook the palm of the "killing sky" also began to tremble, the tremor quickly moved from the tip of the knife to the handle, and bounced on her mouth with a light stroke, Meng Fu shook his palm, and felt his heart was also gripped by the howling. Clenched tightly in the palm, suppressed to the point of not being able to breathe, subconsciously urged the inner breath to save himself, and then heard the howling change.

The howling suddenly changed from being cramped to wide, with a line straight to the sky. If it was just a ghost in the abyss and **** in the dark, now it is the bright sun in the clear sky with auspicious clouds in the nine heavens, so dark. There is no transition at all when it is extremely bright, as if the person's eyes have just turned black and suddenly light up.

This kind of situation will cause a kind of consequence, instantly loses vision.

Just as the heart is tightly tightened and then suddenly released, there will be moments of suffocation and dizziness.

The moment the heart tightens, the body subconsciously saves itself, suddenly loses the target of rescue, and becomes attacking itself.

Hearts surged, in an instant.

The masters are fighting, and the fighting has always been only an instant!

The whistling sound was only a short time, and after several turns, Meng Fuyao's heart tightened and dizzy again, and the eyes were black.

Then he heard the other party smile slightly, and as soon as he moved his body, he moved out of his own knife, and there was a chill on his face, and someone grabbed him at the door.

Meng Fu shook his head, and when he wanted to let go, the wind swept across, and one person slid over to block her.

Meng Fuyao immediately moved him around.

He immediately brought Meng Fuyao back.

Both of them are as slippery as a fish. In an instant you take me and I take you to a horse lantern. They both want to send themselves under the assassin instead of each other, but the other person smiled and said:" This affectionate pair makes my eyes dizzy."

His laughter was full of jokes. Suddenly, there was a crack in his arm, a ninety-degree turn, and the snake passed the grandson Wuji who was in front of him, bypassed Meng Fu, who was blocking him, and grabbed her back. heart!

"Ah!"

The screams resounded through the narrow and dark prison, and poppy-like red blood spurted from all sides.

The body under the claw-like fingers convulsively twisted and twisted, unbearable this inhuman pain, coiled up like a twist, and there was a crackling sound in the throat, and blood foaming burst out, blocking the desire to wait. Words.

Then the sound of the body about to lose its life falling to the ground.

"Bang--"

The thin voice was a little surprised and a little unwilling to "Yeah" and said softly: "What a pity."

I don't know whether it was a pity that the opportunity was lost or the one who suddenly rushed in.

Immediately, he sighed boredly, his sleeves flicked, and the green smoke left slowly, saying: "Count your luck..."

As soon as the green shadow dissipated, the faint mist dissipated, revealing a corpse underground.

The neighbor in the cell next door.

Meng Fuyao knocked down the wall of the cell next door with a punch. The battlefield of the three of them had already moved to the next door and hit the neighbor. None of the three of them regarded this man as an adult. They just ignored him, letting him shrink on the soles of his feet. Looking tremblingly, he suddenly jumped on when the man's arm snaked around Meng Fu's back.

The false grandson Wuji's thoughts were all in the front, leaving a hand to stop him from turning around, but he didn't expect that someone would be willing to be a human shield behind him.

Meng Fuyao also looked stunned, looked at the dying person at his feet, squatted down for a long while, and asked: "Why?"

The man looked at her, Xu Yihui, his eyes brighter than before, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was blocked by the gushing blood, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand and blocked his veins. He patted his heart again, and patted a bit of bruise.

The man cheered up, took a breath, and stared at Meng Fuyao intermittently: "You...are...her... right..."

His voice was faint and inaudible, and a few words in the middle were indistinct. Meng Fuyao couldn't hear clearly. He turned his head and asked: "Bowl?"

The man choked silently, sounding like he was crying.

Meng Fuyao thought about it for a while, knowing that this man's internal organs were broken, and it was impossible to expect him to say clearly, so he had to ask himself: "That bowl, alive or dead?"

"Dead..." Just as Meng Fuyao showed an expression of "I know this", the man said again: "Live..."

Meng Fu shook his mouth, only then did he remember that this man was half crazy, what could he say?

She should go straight to Huanglong.

"Where is she? Who is she?"

"Wan...Smoke Forest...Next..."

"Yanling? Yanling? Yanlin?" Meng Fuyao was frantic. There are too many Chinese characters with homophones, so I can't ask you anything.

"Can you write?"

The last gleam in the man's eyes has disappeared, his eyes are pale and chaotic, and suddenly he straightens up, grabbing her hand, and his two eyes are almost bulging out of the eye sockets, hoarse. Shouting: "Wan...I am wrong..."

He convulsed so badly that he could no longer express any meaning completely and soberly, but he kept grunting with a "wrong" word, pushing that word out of his throat with continuous blood foam, grunting and refusing to swallow. under.

Meng Fuyao watched him hanging like this and refused to die, as if he was waiting for something. It would be torture to live longer like this. After thinking about it, he said, "Will you wait for her forgiveness? If... …If I have a relationship with her... I will forgive you on her behalf."

When the word "forgive" was exited, it seemed as if the rope **** suddenly untied. The man trembled violently, raised his head and let out a long breath, his eyes opened wide, and the chaotic pupils suddenly faded slowly. The gray color gradually darkened, and immediately stopped moving.

The moonlight straddles the half-destroyed wall and shines on the skirt of the eternally silent man, pale and stiff.

Meng Fuyao sat silently in the shadows, thinking about the last few words before his death, thinking about the unwillingness and guilt that faintly revealed in his expression, thinking about the Wan'er that he wanted to forgive her before he died. , Suddenly felt a coolness in my heart faintly soaking up, as if my body was already frozen in the heavy snow, but I still saw the ice lake in front of me that I couldn’t get around. Before I got closer, Lingling shivered. The heat seemed to have been sucked up.

Someone behind her gently put a hand on her shoulder, and said: "Fuyao, I don't know if you don't know it, knowing is the fate of knowing, no matter what, I will be with you."

Meng Fuyao gave a "um", smiled, raised his hand and held his hand, the skin on his shoulders was gradually covered with heat, descending to his heart, the warmth of ironing.

Because it is cold, it is warmer.

The world is so cold, dark and cold all the way.

It's all because of those loves that the campfire that was lit in time in the cold winter will always light up in front of her rugged road, and she never really froze.

Meng Fuyao leaned down, wiped the man’s face, tidyed up his appearance, wiped away the filth, and revealed an ordinary middle-aged man's face, which is also loyal from the eyebrows, but, who said loyalty People who don't make mistakes?

Perhaps it was because of a big mistake accumulated in his memory that made him worry all his life, and because of the similar face, he sought the final relief.

She and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, put down the corpse, and stood up.

After a while, the jailer who was hiding aside in the distance cowered, and saw two cells completely destroyed and a corpse on the ground. The Taoist priest and the old man who were in the cell were no longer seen, so he should report The boss, because the cell was so ruined, Guanyuan County did not dare to neglect, and reported the purple cloak. The purple cloak team was stationed in the Guanyuan prison. After carefully looking at the two destroyed cells, he kicked the county with one kick. Got out.

"Asshole! Why don't you report such a person!"

The county magistrate grievedly hugged his thigh, turned around and "slapped" a few jailers who had caught Meng Fuyao and Sun Wuji in the face.

"Bastard! Why didn't you report them to me if you caught them!"

The jailer covered his face, and Nono stepped back and glanced at each other resentfully—there were too many people caught in the prison indiscriminately, and they hadn't reported it before. It deserves to be unlucky this time.

"My lord...we must do a thorough investigation, and do a thorough investigation." The county magistrate grumbled and asked for instructions.

"Check the fart!" The purple cape kicked again, "I didn't see the prison collapsed! People are afraid that they are all out of government!"

They walked out in a whistling wind, shouting again and again: "In and out of the city, it is good to hunt!"

The county magistrate grumbled: "It's good if you run away. The lady is waiting for you to eat and drink every day, and you will post to my boss soon!" Hearing that the servant behind him asked how to deal with the corpse, he said impatiently: " Ask your family to collect the corpse, and by the way, pay a couple of dollars to collect the corpse fee!"

"This person has no family." The master book flipped through the booklet and shook his head.

"No family? What does it matter to come in?"

"I'm going through it..." The master book lighted a candle and looked through it carefully, and said for a while: "I don't know, I haven't turned it forward for six years. It's still in the hands of the incumbent."

"A mess of accounts!" The county magistrate flicked his sleeves, knowing that some government officials have a meager monthly income, and sometimes they also rely on some tricks to make money. A little thing catches people, and those who have money are released, and those who have no money are closed. This is probably because it has been closed for a long time. At the end of it, no one knows the origin. The magistrates usually turn one eye and close the other when they do these things. It's rare to be confused.

"Pull out the mass grave and throw it away!"

The elders thumped out, and the cell was quiet again. No one took a second look at the corpse on the ground, and no one expected to look at the cell again.

The light of the oil lamp was shining miserably, shining on the two cells where people went to the cell, and also on the cells next door.

Just next to the ruined cell, someone leaned against the cell wall, showing a sneer in the dim light and shadow.

Meng Fuyao.

She and Changsun Wuji never left.

No one in the world can take advantage of people's blind spots more than she and Changsun Wuji. Everyone thinks that they must be gone, but they just won't.

If the prison was the most dangerous, now it is the safest. The fake and inferior will not come again after being injured, and the purple cloak will not come. Let them dig three feet in Guanyuan County.

As for that person's corpse...The hidden guard will follow to the mass grave to collect it.

Meng Fuyao, who was separated by a wall from the purple cloak and the county master, frowned slightly when he heard the last words. This person was here a long time ago? Where was he originally? Why would he stay here for many years? What is his relationship with that Wan'er? And in that year, what tragic thing happened to that woman who was exactly like her, so that this man was burdened with sins and lived in this prison for a lifetime, waiting for her forgiveness?

Things have reached this point. There are some things that you can't avoid.

Once she walks forward, her outstretched fingertips will sooner or later touch the past that has been hidden in the dark and dusty for many years, maybe just like that lightly poke, "slap", the **** dust will roll Floating out, pounced on her.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and let out a helpless sigh.

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Seven days later, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji Shi Shiran were "released from prison."

According to the mark left by the hidden guard, a group of people gathered in an inconspicuous residential house in the north of the city. It was the second owner of a branch of the underground force "Guangdetang" established by Zong Yue back then. The current Xuanji, It is already difficult for foreign forces to gain a foothold, and Huihui is subject to interrogation and harassment every day. However, the second boss is a native Xuanji who has lived in Guanyuan for decades, and is the most honest and friendly person. They are all well arranged, but even so, he is now shocked three times in a day-purple cloaks are all over the city. Hundreds of people in the city have been thrown into the current stationing place of the mansion purple cloak in the south of the city for "suspicious and collaborating with enemies." It is said that those who go in are wealthy people or those who usually criticize purple cloaks, and once they enter the mansion, the family will have to hold a large sum of money, and there is no guarantee that there will be no return.

"It's messed up! It's messed up!" The owner of Guangdetang, who looks like an ordinary farmhouse, sighed again and again. Reporting, as long as the family harbours a repeat offender, once found that the family property is stolen and the family beheaded, some people take the opportunity to retaliate and write letters randomly. Regardless of the authenticity of the purple cloak, they will be arrested and tortured. The cry hid in the basement, and I couldn't sleep soundly several times a night... Hey..."

Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, and slowly said, "Then we will take them away. Let Guan Yuan have peace."

"How to take it away?" The second boss said in amazement: "There are nearly 10,000 people outside the city. The magistrate's house in the city is home to leaders of all levels, and there are hundreds of people. I heard that it is the only way to the south. , There are nearly ten thousand purple cloaks and iron guards waiting for you."

"Didn't they have a secret secret box?" Meng Fuyao smiled, "Please, please."

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In the early morning, there is a rare sunny day.

In front of the mansion of the county magistrate in the southern part of the city, a purple-red box was placed upright. The box was sealed with a narrow slit on the top and a lock on the back.

The "Secret Information Box" is opened every morning to collect letters and wait for secret letters every night, waiting for the sneaky shadows that rush to the south of the city at night to bring the wealth of the purple cloak and end the fate of the innocent.

Several passers-by showed hatred and fear when they saw the box—it’s just such an ordinary box, which contained the darkest and most unspeakable secrets in people’s hearts. Marrying a daughter was insulted.

This is no longer an ordinary wooden box, it is a disaster box that Guan Yuan people smell like ghosts.

"Squeak" the door opened, and passers-by quickly avoided it.

The purple cloaks responsible for opening the secret message box yawned, talked and laughed and went to open the box.

"I don't know which landlord was the victim today..."

"I only care, is there a beautiful daughter in his family?"

"Come on, last time there was another person who had no money or no woman also invested in it. It was a waste of effort to let me know who voted, and I must strip him alive!"

Several people laughed and laughed, took the letter, and walked in the door carelessly. Several passersby watched timidly, and pressed their beating hearts, guessing who was going to suffer.

That night.

Several purple cloaks died inexplicably in the prefectural office.

The purple cloaks that night stayed up all night, they lit torches all over the city looking for the murderer, but found nothing, because those purple cloaks died strangely, there were no wounds, and there was no struggle. Finally, they checked it and said it was poisoned. So he turned the magistrate's mansion upside down.

The next day, a few more died.

On the third day, he died again.

The dead were on duty that night and rested the next day. At first, everyone thought about the things on duty. Until the third day, someone finally remembered the secret box.

I turned around and opened the box. I didn't find a clue. I just threw those secret letters after reading them. I didn't know which trash pile they were in. Where to find them?

I found a famous doctor, and the probe smelled in the box, saying that there seemed to be a peculiar smell, and the secret letter was poisonous.

On that day, the secret message box was cancelled, and the people of Guanyuan rushed to tell each other to celebrate.

The secret information box was cancelled that night. The purple cloak was held overnight in the magistrate’s mansion. The meeting was halfway through. The purple cloaks of the two teams hurled back at each other cursingly, saying that the other party had robbed their own woman, half cursed, Qi Qi Fell to the ground and died.

So the meeting issue became no longer allowed to go out for casual fun.

Looking for joy can’t be achieved. The daily supply of water, rice and food has started to have problems again. The food imported by the purple cloaks has been tested for poison, and these things have been tested before they entered the kitchen, but I don’t know where it came out. It is clear that it is not poisonous, but every day people vomit and diarrhea until they become exhausted and die.

The purple cloak looked back on the entire food delivery link, but found that there was no trace. No one would care what a farmer who delivered the food looked like.

At this hour, the magistrate did not dare to live in the mansion anymore, the purple cloak evacuated the mansion, and did not dare to disperse and then live in the homes of other wealthy households-there was nothing good to live in, all of them were ruined.

The purple cloak had to leave the city in a hurry, and every household hurriedly closed their doors and burned incense in silence.

There are many people in the purple cloak, and they leave the city in small teams. On a restaurant not far from the city gate, a man and a woman stand with their hands behind their hands, smiling and looking at the purple torrent below with cold eyes.

For a long while, the man gently shook the woman's hand and said with a smile: "The sky is dry and everything is dry, suitable for killing."

The woman turned her head sideways, glanced at the neatly armored purple cloak, her eyes were as clear as a spring, and she answered: "The moon is black and the wind is high, and it is right to run naked."