In the attic of the Star Picking Tower, in the big red curtain, the proprietress was lying on the drizzle's chest, with the afterglow of satisfaction on her face, and her fingers lightly tapped on the drizzle's chest.

Then, the fingers were held by a drizzle.

Drizzle looked at the proprietress with a smile and asked, "You want to kill me?"

The proprietress felt a beat, raised her head in confusion, and looked at the drizzle.

Drizzle laughed, and hooked her finger on the proprietress chin: "For the sake of looking at you so beautiful, forgive you." ”

The proprietress was so cold that she couldn't move, so she let the drizzle hug her until dawn.

"Stupid fox, no matter what your idea is, either stay honestly or leave quickly, or you will lose your life. ”

The drizzle left, and the proprietress rubbed her stiff body, her fiery red tail dancing slowly. At some point, her three tails were revealed.

However, Drizzle really spared her when she spoke. She circled hard, her eyes filled with fear, and it seemed as if she had returned to that day......

I still remember that day, my mother tied up a man as usual, played with her sisters, and then cooked the man and ate it. Because of her young age, she didn't get it as usual, hiding in the corner and blocking her breath.

Then, a sword fell from the sky and burned the entire cave. Her mother and sisters were wiped out together, and she, perhaps because the other party somehow spared her life, or simply luckily, survived.

After many inquiries, she learned that it was a sword master who made a move. The sword that fell from the sky that day was called Jiuyang. is extremely domineering, and when a sword comes out, not an inch of grass grows, and everything turns into powder.

And today, I saw the Drizzle Sword Master again. Everything about himself is under his control, and even his body feels that it is not his own, but a toy in the other party's hands.

The gap is too big to be filled.

Bang!

The door was slammed open and someone broke in.

The proprietress immediately put away her tail, and when the man saw the faint spring light, he hurriedly lowered his head: "Boss, it's not good, the piano master is dead." ”

"What......" The proprietress was shocked: "He's dead?"

The door of the luthier's house was full of people.

In his home, the door panel was broken, the hole was open, and the door frame fell off slightly, which was clearly knocked open by brute force.

At a glance, the body of the luthier was seen inside, half-leaning against the table legs, blood spreading beneath him, and then frozen into ice. The corpse was covered with hoarfrost, and the wound was obvious, right in the heart, and the handle of a throwing knife was exposed.

Seeing the arrival of the proprietress, everyone dispersed, and the eyes that looked at the proprietress were sympathetic, jealous, gloating, and greedy.

The proprietress ignored these stares, and went straight into the house, half-kneeling, and looked at the body of the luthier.

Looking at his corpse, it seems that it has been smoked dry and preserved for a long time after death, and it doesn't look like he just died. But the proprietress knew that this appearance was normal.

She looked at the wound, which was strange, as if it had been torn open by something, but it didn't look like it. Then, a throwing knife was inserted into the wound.

There was nowhere else but this wound. And around, there are not too many traces of fighting at all. Judging from the signs at the scene, the other party broke into the door directly, and the violinist lost the ability to resist with a blow, and was finally shot to death by a flying knife.

The proprietress felt chills in her heart again, she had more means and a luthier, but she was not much better than a luthier to deal with this sudden situation. The other party can kill the violinist like this, and he can also kill himself like this.

She couldn't stand up, and said to one of his subordinates beside her: "Collect his body and burn it!"

So saying, he hurried out of the house and hurried back.

On the way, a figure stood in front of her.

Hat, long knife, her pupils shrank, this person saw yesterday, it was a distinguished guest invited by Drizzle, and his name was Ghost Cry. Odd name, so she remembers it well.

What really scared her was that the throwing knives that this man had in his waist were exactly the same as the ones that killed the violinist!

Ghost cried and lifted his head, revealing his eyes under the hat.

As soon as she saw these eyes, the proprietress exploded in her head, and she was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

She trembled, her teeth bumped, and she stood stiff in place, her face pale like a corpse.

Several of his subordinates seemed to have been affected by those strange eyes, some of them stood trembling in place, their crotch was wet, some of them had fainted, and only one screamed, shouting, and ran away.

The surrounding people sensed that something was wrong and quickly evacuated, and the doors and windows were closed. In an instant, the still bustling street became silent, and no one was visible.

"Lady ......," the ghost cried, "can you please give me a drink?"

Pick the star building, in a private room.

The proprietress turned pale and watched the ghost cry and kill a large bowl of rice. Then, drinking wine, eating peanuts one by one.

"The rain said spare my life. The proprietress said with difficulty.

"I don't have much of an opinion on the vixen, I just want to ask, did you kill someone?"

The proprietress was even more frightened in her eyes, and finally nodded. Ghost Cry also nodded: "Who are the people who were killed?"

"The people in the rivers and lakes, they are the ones who did it first. ”

"No people?"

The proprietress shook her head resolutely: "No." ”

"I'm curious......" Ghost Cry looked the proprietress up and down, at first, he really didn't recognize the proprietress as a vixen, but he guessed because of the relationship with the violinist. However, when the proprietress was frightened, she revealed her flaws and exposed herself: "Where did you get the courage to run to the foot of Shu Mountain to make waves?"

The proprietress shook her head with difficulty: "He said, he said that as long as we don't do evil, Shushan will not embarrass us." ”

"He?" asked Ghost Cry with interest, "Who is he?"

The proprietress continued to shake her head: "I don't know, I only know that it is a demon king of the Endless Mountain." ”

"Why did you come here at his word?"

"In order to take revenge, he said that he also had a grudge against the Jiuyang Sword Master. And ......" the proprietress teary-eyed: "He doesn't need me to do anything too dangerous, just to find out some news." ”

Ghost Cry tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table and asked, "Do you know what your luthier does?"

Listening to a crisp sound, the proprietress trembled again, and she nodded with difficulty: "I know something." ”

Ghost Cry stood up: "Since the Drizzle Sword Lord spared your life, then I won't open the killing ring." ”

With that, he got up and went to the door, opened the door of the box, and was about to go out when he suddenly turned around, his eyes swept over the proprietress and the proprietress trembled.

"Be honest. With a warning, the ghost cried and left.

The proprietress let out a breath of turbid air and sat at the table for a long time......

After dealing with an inconsequential little thing, Ghost Cry bought some dry food and left the county seat.

Walking westward, at noon, passing through a small hill, we entered the range of Wanjian Peak.