After the old golden head made a move, he grinned proudly, ignoring the angry eyes of everyone, just let out a long whistle to himself, and then slowly retreated to a stone on the side of the rockery at the door. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He quickly took out a turquoise bamboo flute from his arms, put it to his mouth and played it with a whining.

The posture of no one on the side is like the style of a music master.

If it weren't for the disfigurement of his left face, then under this quiet night, watching him sit on the rockery and play the beautiful flute, it would really have a bit of the taste of the fairy wind.

But then again, with the urine nature of the old golden head, how could he have the leisure to play the flute for us at this critical juncture?

You must know that last time on Longtou Mountain, his flute attracted thousands of poisonous snakes, almost biting the three of us little guys.

So, the only explanation is that he's going to do some tricks again!

Sure enough, after listening to the old golden head play for a while, Phoenix's face immediately became gloomy, and reminded loudly: "Everyone be careful, the old golden head is going to drive snakes and insects to attack us!" ”

After finishing speaking, the phoenix also took out a turquoise bamboo flute from the backpack he was carrying, put it to his mouth, and played it briskly and tactfully.

I remember that when she returned to Longshan before, she still used to drive snakes with leaves, but now she has an extra bamboo flute in her bag.

I guess it must have been deliberately prepared to deal with the old golden head.

With the sound of the old golden-headed bamboo flute, various rustling sounds began to be heard in the garden of the Wang family's old house, just like the sound of snakeskin rubbing on the ground, which made my scalp tingle.

Everyone present, except for me and Tianhong, everyone else was used to seeing the world, so they didn't frighten too much.

When he heard this voice, Wutian immediately commanded loudly: "Everyone gather together to resist the attack of snakes and insects!" ”

After that, he took the lead in rushing to Wang Qingkun, who fell to the ground, and tried to help him up.

Although Wang Qingkun was stabbed, he was not killed immediately, and when he saw that Wutian was going to help him, he stopped again and again with difficulty and said: "Uncle, you don't have to worry about me, I want to go and see my daughter......"

After finishing speaking, he crawled towards Wang Ruomei's corpse with difficulty.

Wutian shook his head painfully, and said to Wuyuan beside him: "You go and carry the body of Ruomei's child over and let their father and daughter get together......

Speaking of which, Wutian couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Although he has never liked Wang Qingkun's style of dealing with the world, he also doesn't like the secular etiquette among his disciples.

But Wang Qingkun is the son of his fourth brother.

The fourth brother died early, and Wang Qingkun can be said to have grown up with his training.

He has no heirs, so in his eyes, Wang Qingkun is his son.

But now that he has not returned with an old bone, Wang Qingkun and Wang Ruomei were both killed, this kind of white-haired person sending black-haired people, no one can face it.

In the blink of an eye, the rustling sound around him has become louder.

Under the shadowy trees in the garden, something seemed to be crawling out slowly.

The phoenix's originally brisk flute also became more and more urgent.

It sounded like the two of them were trying out a piece of music.

Wu Yuan quickly picked up Wang Ruomei's corpse, turned back and remitted it to everyone.

And Wutian, with the help of Wu Mingming, also carried the injured Wang Qingkun back.

By the way, I have to explain Wu tomorrow here.

He had fought with the black robe before, but the black robe was too useless, and after only fighting for less than a quarter of an hour, he was controlled by Wu Mingming's soul bell, and then he crashed to death on the rockery stone.

By the time all the big guys gathered in the pavilion where the phoenix played the bamboo flute, the garden was already rustling.

Under the dark moonlight, it is completely impossible to know how many poisonous insects and snakes and ants there are in the garden, but the pungent smell seems to be a silent reminder to everyone that the number will definitely not be less!

When the Wang family repaired this house, it was the heyday, the family was big, and their mansion was naturally extremely wide.

And now the pavilion where we live is very large, so that even though nearly a dozen of us are nested in one place, it does not feel cramped.

Wang Qingkun spat blood and hugged Wang Ruomei's corpse, looking at himself in a daze, completely ignoring the impending danger.

The small seedling knife on his back was deeply inserted into Wang Qingkun's life, and the slightest blood kept oozing out, dyeing his white coat bright red.

"Yu Bing, help him stop the bleeding."

I urged.

"Yiyang, it's useless, he's poisoned." Yu Bing shook his head helplessly and sighed in response.

"Then you quickly detoxify!" I looked at Yu Bing in confusion.

"The poison in him is the same as Ruomei, seeing blood and sealing his throat, there is no antidote......"

Yu Bing looked back at me helplessly and sighed softly.

"Yiyang, forget it, everyone has their own life, don't force it!" Wutian stood aside and looked up to the sky and sighed.

Since he, the uncle, has spoken, then I can't say anything more, so I can only walk next to the black-clothed little ghost Wang Dingkun and comfort him softly: "People can't be resurrected after death, let's look at it." ”

Wang Dingkun grinned at me, and responded in his signature cold voice: "Yiyang, I can meet Ruomei, I am satisfied, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, there is nothing I can't see for an old ghost like me who has been dead for more than ten years." ”

"If only you could think like that." I shook my head with a wry smile helplessly.

In fact, the sadness in my heart is no less than that of Wang Dingkun or anyone present.

Half a month ago, I was still an innocent and ignorant teenager, but the experience of half a month is enough for me to never forget for the rest of my life.

From the vicious human traffickers, to the mysterious Star Demon Cult, to the despicable Halloween Immortal, and the murderous Poison Zombie and White Murderer.

Now I see Wang Qingkun and Wang Ruomei gradually passing away in front of my eyes.

In the young heart, I am afraid that no one can understand that bitterness.

Of course, I believe that Tianhong and Yubing have the same bitterness as me.

"Big brother, what should I do now?"

Wuxin glanced around the pavilion and asked weakly.

"I'm not proficient in snake control and insect repellent, so I can only rely on this little girl Phoenix!" Wutian responded calmly, although the situation was already critical, he didn't seem to show too much worry and fear, just this courage was already very human's reach.

He is worthy of being the grandmaster of Xiangxi.

"Big brother, why don't I rush out and slaughter Wang Bingjin directly, how about it?" Wu Yuan also asked on the side.

"You rush out, can you still rush out?" Wutian laughed miserably and pointed to the grass outside the gazebo and asked.