Zhang Chaifeng paused, and guessed: "Unless he is poisoned, he can't resolve it, and he is unwilling to sit still, so he made this decision." ”

Dao Wujian pondered for a while and said, "Maybe." ”

The small mountain temple suddenly fell silent, and the two of them looked pensive.

Half an hour later!

Zhang Chaifeng opened his mouth to break the silence of the mountain temple.

"Since the ugly Taoist is in Luofu, Brother Dao ...... Why do you have to go on this trip to the troubled waters? Yu Ruyi can't increase her strength, and for my brother, it can be described as dispensable. ”

Dao Wujian snorted lightly, and said with a smile: "Do you think I'm afraid of that ugly man?" Even though everyone in the world is afraid of him, he is not afraid of him at all, Brother Zhang, do you dare to break into the ghost mansion of Luofu with me?"

Dao Wuji's words aroused the competitive thoughts in Zhang Chaifeng's heart, and Zhang Chaifeng suddenly said arrogantly: "There is a knife brother, even if it is a tiger's den in Longtan, what is the little brother afraid of?"

Dao Wujian laughed loudly and said, "Okay, without further ado, let's rush over now." ”

With Zhang Chaifeng, a gentleman on the beam who traveled thousands of homes and tens of thousands of households, led the way, and the two came to their destination in less than an hour.

At this time, the sky will be dark, and although the heavy snow has stopped, the cold wind has not stopped.

In the past, Luofu, which was as lively as a market, has now become a ghost house with many birds, and the world is impermanent, which is embarrassing.

The cold wind that was cold and heartfelt in the air whimpered and wailed intermittently, as if the unjust soul of Luofu was crying unwillingly, and other than that, there was no other sound around.

Quiet!

It's as if I can hear my own heartbeat.

The surroundings were at a loss, which made this lonely Luo Mansion even more desolate.

The gate of Luofu was open, like the entrance to the hell ghost gate, which looked eerie and terrifying.

However, at this moment, there were two figures who walked into the door without hesitation, even if it was a ghost gate, it couldn't stop the footsteps of the two.

The two of them stepped on the snow, but everywhere they passed, there was not a single footprint, could it be that these two people were really the ghosts of the ghost house of Luofu?

If not, how can there not be a footprint?

These two people are naturally not unjust souls, but Dao Wujian and Zhang Chaifeng, who just arrived, it turns out that the two of them have performed the ultimate light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace, and there is not a single footprint on the snow.

As soon as the two of them stepped into Luofu, a cold wind suddenly swept by, and the door "creaked", swaying left and right twice in the cold wind, just like the old lady's front teeth that had already loosened, looking crumbling, as if they might fall at any time.

Zhang Chaifeng was shocked, and he didn't know if he was too cold or scared in his heart, so he trembled all over, and couldn't help but feel excited.

Seeing this, Dao Wujian smiled and said, "Be careful." ”

Zhang Chaifeng's face turned pale, and he said "um", feeling a little regretful in his heart, he shouldn't have broken into this eerie and terrifying ghost mansion so impulsively.

At this time, if he withdrew, wouldn't it make Dao Wujian laugh shamefully, the wood was already in the boat, and Zhang Chaifeng had to be numb and brave to accompany Dao Wujian.

Knowing that the ugly Taoist was in the dark, the knife was innocent and did not dare to be careless, so he was secretly on guard and walked inside cautiously.

The two walked through the first courtyard, and then walked through a long corridor with the hall in front of them, but they both stopped in unison.

Although there was a layer of snow on the ground, the snow was not thick, and the white bones were clearly visible.

I saw that the open space in front of the hall was almost full of white bones, these white bones should be the old and young people in Luofu, and there were some corpses lying in the hall, the degree of decay of the corpses was not the same, it seemed that they should be the people who came to Luofu to fight the autumn wind after the tragedy.

Sen Sen's bones, decomposing corpses, this situation, the two seem to have really come to hell.

Rao is knife is unsullied and bold, and he can't help but gasp.

Dao Wuji's face was angry, and he muttered to himself, "It's really damned." ”

Before the words could be spoken, a cold voice without a trace of emotion suddenly sounded in the empty Luofu hall.

"Damn it, you're the one. ”

The two of them walked along the prestige, only to see a man in Tsing Yi walking out of the corner of the hall.

Dressed in green clothes, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, slightly thin lips, a nose like an eagle hook, and no expression on his face, he looks like he is not close to anyone, which makes people feel a sense of natural coldness at a glance.

The man in Tsing Yi is holding a sword in his left hand, the style of the scabbard and the hilt of the sword are extremely ancient, although the sword is not unsheathed, but the connoisseur can see that this ancient sword is absolutely sharp, not comparable to ordinary steel swords.

The man in Tsing Yi walked very slowly, as if he was afraid of stepping on the ants on the ground.

"Cui Qingyi!" Zhang Chaifeng blurted out.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Although the knife was innocent by his side, Zhang Chaifeng still couldn't help but shiver at everyone.

Cui Qingyi was not surprised at all by Zhang Chaifeng's shouting of his identity, there seemed to be no expression on his face forever, as if he was born like this.

What kind of person is this?

What did he go through?

He seems to be a walking corpse, a person should not live like this in the world, Cui Qingyi, who suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, but when he thought of what he did, he felt very hateful.

True to the old saying - the poor must have something to hate.

"You killed all these people?"

The words of the knife are undoubtedly nonsense.

Cui Qingyi said coldly: "Yes, soon you will become their partner, and you will not be lonely in the future." After speaking, he swept his body and raised his sword with a move "Hanmei Tulei" towards the knife and shrouded it.

The cold wind is bone-chilling and heart-cold, but Cui Qingyi's voice is colder than the cold wind.

Although the voice was cold, the sword light was even colder.

Even his sword moves carried an incomparably cold aura.

The sword light appeared at a glance, holding up a sword flower, the sword flower was like a cold plum, with buds ready to bloom, this was originally an extremely beautiful scene, but at this moment it implied a murderous intention.

"Hanmei Tubud" spit out not a flower bud, but the tip of the sword, which spit out from the Hanmei-like sword flower and stabbed at the throat of the knife innocent.

This sword is faster than lightning and more unpredictable than wind.

Zhang Chaifeng only felt that the sword in Cui Qingyi's hand seemed to be stabbing at Dao Wuji's throat from all directions, it was simply unavoidable, this was a deadly sword, and Zhang Chaifeng's palms were unconsciously drenched in cold sweat.

Between the lightning and flint, only a "bang" was heard, and the soul-breaking knife suddenly came out of its sheath, and then a "bell" sounded.

This fatal sword did not stab the throat of the knife innocent, but stabbed the surface of the soul breaking knife.

Zhang Chaifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart still beat wildly.

No one could see how Dao Wujian drew the knife, and no one could see how he blocked this fatal sword.

Fast!

It's dizzying.