In the dim sky, between the misty and light rain, a figure appeared in the sight so strangely, swaying in the wind, as if his feet did not touch the ground; m

The handlebar style wiped his eyes, and the ghostly aura of the forest dispersed in the light rain of the dusk season, and the fear suddenly grabbed the handlebar style's heart.

A cool air rose from his back, straight to the top of his head, the shadow flashed, and then disappeared into invisibility, the handlebar-style spirit shivered, his hands and feet were stiff, and he wanted to run, but the soles of his feet seemed to have roots, and he didn't move, and he wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to choke on something, so he couldn't shout.

When the shadow appeared, it changed places, and its robes fluttered, as if it wanted to devour someone.

The handlebar-style pupils shrank suddenly, and suddenly, a sharp scream came out, ah......"

But then there was a pain in the back of his head, his eyes went dark, and the whole person fell to the ground like a stump at once, and behind him, a fat figure was exposed......

Qu Zhong in the car was startled by the scream, opened the curtain suddenly, and then shrank back again, his face was pale, like a dead man, he didn't see anything, it was raining lightly outside, the sky was dark, and there was a strange silence, he was vague enough to see the handlebar lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Before he could release his fear, a thick arm had already reached in outside the carriage, grabbed his clothes, and pulled him out.

"Spare your life, spare your life......"

Qu Zhong, who fell in the rain, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and his mouth was already incoherent. In the end, only three words were left in his mouth and kept shouting, and in his heart, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas with the most pious heart in his life, not to let the ghosts arrest him, maybe the gods and Buddhas also thought he was too nagging, but there was no response.

The fat figure behind him had already quickly raised his fleshy left fist, and a punch hit the back of his head, and the sound of bones shattering came, and Qu Zhong's back of his head was completely choked. Blood spilled from the seven orifices, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

With a ghostly aura, the tall and thin figure appeared with the wind and snorted dissatisfiedly.

The fat figure laughed loudly, said happily, and was about to stomp down on the handlebar body when he raised his foot, but was stopped by a tall and thin figure.

The fat guy's voice was very loud, "What's the matter, Lin Darkgrass is shocked and Ansheng also has a time of compassion?" ”

The tall and thin figure is none other than An Fuzi. His voice was colder than the spring rain, "Keep him." We don't have to bother cleaning up. ”

The fat guy is not a bystander, it is Meng Fatzi, who is the king and hegemon in Caiyufang, at this time, he was somewhat aroused by his ferocity, he finally restrained his murderous intent, snorted, grabbed the handlebar, and threw it into the carriage.

"It's better for you to do the job of destroying corpses and destroying traces." The fat man said slyly.

An Fuzi raised his head and said coldly: "After all these years, there are already people who don't remember my Ansheng's methods......

The fat man's body trembled, and he obviously finally remembered who this person was in front of him. muttered unwillingly, took Qu Zhong's corpse, and strode away, looking heroic and generous, just like the gangsters in the rivers and lakes back then, but the fear was also unobstructed.

An Fuzi floated silently behind him and followed.

Although Meng Fatzi's physical appearance has changed greatly. But it was still the Meng fat man who was afraid of death back then, the smarter the person, the more afraid of death, especially Meng Fatzi. Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive now, most of the people who were not afraid of death in the internal government were already ancient, but Meng Fatzi was still alive and well, and most of the reason was because he was afraid of death.

Meng Fatzi knew that he was afraid of death, but he was followed by a ghostly An Sheng, this experience was the first time, and the cool air behind him was one after another, he didn't dare to look back at even a glance, and he was begging the Bodhisattva in his heart, let this guy surnamed An go to the west as soon as possible, don't wander around in the world, let others live in peace.

The two walked in silence all the way, and after a while, they found a secluded place, Meng Fatzi didn't dare to say any more nonsense to An Sheng, so he made a shovel from behind and began to work hard, An Fuzi stood there and watched, and did not help, acting like an overseer.

Meng Fatzi cursed in his heart, while working hard, it didn't take half an hour, he dug a big pit and threw Qu Zhong's body into it, of course, he didn't forget to search out all the things on Qu Zhong's body before, some silver was useless, and was thrown directly into the pit.

When there was a pair of pearls, they looked good, played with it for a while, and wanted to stay by themselves, but in An Sheng's cold gaze, they were still ruthless and buried with the corpse.

Meng Fat Man was sweating all over, and his body was also a mess, but he didn't care, he just sat down on the ground, looked back, An Sheng had already hidden the letter, and thought, Lao Tzu is really a fucking life, but I think back then, Lao Tzu had someone to obey orders with one mouth, could it be that Lao Tzu became fat, and he deserved to work hard for others, he ***, God is really blind, and he can make the demon come to life......

Thinking of the heavenly demon, he struck a spirit, the guy who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, was much more frightening than the forest and the dark grass to surprise An Sheng, An Sheng could at least let people see his shadow, the guy who hid his head and tail, but never appeared in front of people.

"Brother An, you said that you were in such a hurry to let us come out to do something, don't talk about me, just talk about Brother An, I used to ...... Isn't it a knife to deal with such a small character? ”

An Sheng was cold, as if he didn't hear the provocative meaning of his words at all, "First, I'm not your eldest brother, second, I don't have enough manpower, otherwise just send someone here, and third, without me watching, I'm afraid that you'll do something stupid like a fool." ”

Meng Fatzi's face was pale, he was naturally not stupid, but in front of An Sheng, he could only be a fool once.

But in the blink of an eye, he tentatively said: An Ye, you said that the heavenly demon is really still alive? I've heard that the Heavenly Demon has long since died, so why did it suddenly appear again? ”

AXA also has a lot of words today, maybe he can make another move, which makes him feel unbearably excited.

"If you can command me, the heavenly demon is naturally alive."

Meng Fatzi was surprised, it seemed to make some sense when he thought about it, but no matter how he listened to it, he had an uncomfortable taste of conceit, and he couldn't help but think that if I were replaced by us, it would sound more comfortable.

After that, Meng Fatzi suddenly asked: "An Ye, who are we doing things for, and who are we killing, have you thought about it?" ”

An Sheng's gaze turned like a ghost, stared at him, and said faintly: "Otherwise, if you take a look at this letter, you will naturally be able to guess one or two." ”

Meng Fatzi hurriedly shook his chubby hands, and said with a reluctant smile: "Selling for whom is not selling, as long as you don't leave us like we said back then." ”

An Sheng snorted coldly and said something that made Meng Fatzi tremble, "Don't worry, with me, no one can leave anyone behind this time." ”

When Meng Fatzi heard this, he was indeed trembling, because he smelled the smell of blood from this sentence, and added a sentence to his words, and it was estimated that all the people who were left behind were corpses.

However, he couldn't understand why An Sheng was so sure, now that the Heavenly Demon was real, could it be that he had already seen the Heavenly Demon?

Besides, in the internal government back then, who didn't know that An Sheng was heavy in yin and was also withdrawn and difficult to approach, when he used him, he was cautious, lest he offend him, when he suddenly gave himself a sword, and An Sheng never had a living mouth under the sword, which is also a well-known thing, today, how can a living Yama like An Sheng seem to have changed as if he was a different person, so desperate to serve others?

I don't understand, Zhihu is treacherous, just because he has more eyes than others, but he is also the one who is most afraid of death, curiosity is heavier, he is not afraid, he is afraid that curiosity will kill him, seeing An Sheng's appearance at this time, he really doesn't dare to have any doubts, the heavenly demon may really be alive, otherwise who can suppress Lin Darkgrass and surprise Ansheng?

The two of them seemed to have lost the interest in talking, and after a pause, the two of them didn't say much, Meng Fatzi continued to stride in front, and An Fuzi continued to float behind him, like a shadow.

The two hurried overnight, stayed in Chang'an City for half a night, entered the city early in the morning, and after entering the city, they went their separate ways, saying goodbye to each other, and they would not ask, and now where the other party is staying, like two strangers separated.

Ansheng returned to his courtyard, and there were already people waiting there, the kind of person with an honest face, and he could smile humbly when others looked at him.

An Sheng didn't know this person, and he didn't want to know who this person was, so he silently took out the letter and handed it over, and the man nodded and left.

Returning to his room, he pulled out the soft sword hidden in his waist, a touch of sword light instantly illuminated his eyes, and he took a sword flower in his hand, and brought the soft sword that was faintly dark red in front of him with a cold light, and stared silently for a long time, thinking in his heart, I don't know how many people will become the souls of this sword in the future.

The corners of his mouth finally curled, he was tired of ordinary days, no matter whether the demon was real or not, as long as he could show his strengths, what did it matter if it was fake?

Soon, the letter was transferred to Nangong Hong's hand, she didn't care so much, she directly broke the lacquer seal, pulled out the letter inside, and read it.

The more she looked at it, the happier she became, and finally her eyes were almost gone, thinking, it was really crooked, there was such a lucky thing in the world, why hadn't she encountered it before, she seemed to have seen that the treasury in the Dingjun Marquis Mansion was opened in front of her again...... Oh, I really want to live there......

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