The luthier was a handsome man with his hair in a regular bun and a beard. Mature and steady and full of poetry and calligraphy, when he holds the guqin, he has a little more charm.

There is no doubt that he is a man who is very popular with women. However, you would never have imagined that such a man would do such a thing to another old man.

The county is still wealthy, but there are still beggars, and this winter, the weather is colder, and it stands to reason that the number of beggars who freeze to death has risen sharply. However, there are fewer corpses frozen to death on the streets this winter than last year.

An old beggar, curled up in a corner, had lost most of his consciousness and became confused.

The luthier saw the old beggar, lifted him up, and went all the way to his own home.

A fire was lit in the charcoal basin, and the room began to warm up, and the luthier rubbed his hands together and his eyes were glazed.

When you get older, you can't help but reminisce about the past.

He thought of a long time ago, before he came to this town. At that time, he was just a down-and-out scholar. On that day, it was also snowing like this. He, like this beggar, was frozen to the point of losing his meaning.

Then, he smelled a fragrance.

A beauty like a painting, she warms him with her delicate body.

The night lingered, and he put his arms around her, as if in a dream.

Then, there were a few days of serious illness.

He learned that she was a vixen, but how could he let go of her beauty.

After spending three springs and autumns together, he died.

"Fei'er!" the violinist closed his eyes and muttered, "Why do you have to take revenge, let's leave and live in seclusion, isn't it?"

Fei'er is the proprietress of the proprietress .

The old beggar moved, and the warm environment made him begin to recover. Although he is old, he is still as tenacious as a weed on the side of the road. No matter how trampled on, as long as he is given a chance, he will live tenaciously.

"Are you awake?" said the luthier smiled gently.

The old beggar moved, and coughed vigorously. The phlegm in his mouth coughed up to the violinist's clothes, and the violinist did not get angry, but continued to look at the old beggar gently. The old beggar opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the mild-looking pianist, and seemed to be infected by that smile, and a smile also appeared on his face: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks. The pianist said gently.

"No, benefactor, it was you who saved the old beggar, and there is no way to repay you, and I will definitely treat you as a cow and a horse in the next life. ”

"You don't have to live another life. The luthier was still so gentle, but his eyes became weird: "Repay me in this life!"

"What?"

"Repay me with your body. ”

The luthier opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth. Then, with a sharp twist, he looked at the door, his ears moving.

The sound of the bell was crisp in his ears, but he felt fear. The weight came like a tidal wave, and he involuntarily began to tremble, as if a fierce beast was lurking outside the door.

He opened the harp and drew the sword hidden in it.

His strength is very strong, with strength and speed far beyond mortals, coupled with the application of demonic energy and good swordsmanship, he has not yet met an opponent.

Today, the reason why the proprietress finds it tricky is because he and the proprietress will show their true colors as soon as they use all their strength.

The proprietress will show her tail while he ......

The powder on his face was sprinkled one after another, revealing the white skin and black tendons underneath. Bloodshot appeared, and his eyes began to turn red.

He was just getting ready and putting on a stance.

Rumble!

The door in front of him shattered, and the figure of the ghost crying appeared in his eyes.

Wind and snow poured in, and the flames in the charcoal basin shook.

The candlelight swayed, and the sword slammed into each other with a soft sound.

A huge force spread along the blade to the hilt, and the violinist's mouth shook violently, and his arms were raised high.

Empty door, wide open.

"Not good!"

He turned his demonic energy and retreated in a panic, his upper body reclining backwards, his feet touching the ground, as if he was standing on the ice and sliding backwards, at a rapid speed.

However, the Devil Cry knife is faster.

A knife cut through the flesh of the chest, and the tip of the knife cut a large hole in the chest.

The luthier's back hit the table, stopped, and straightened up. He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest.

Fortunately, although the wound was large, it was not deep.

However, he rejoiced too soon.

Bang!

A mist of blood exploded, and the wound was violently torn apart.

Such an injury, if it was elsewhere, would be nothing to him, but the location was wrong, at the mouth of the heart, it hurt the heart.

Full of strength, it began to go away. The wound on the chest was like a big hole in the embankment, and the demonic energy around the body was flowing towards that side, and it couldn't be blocked no matter how it was blocked.

He held on to the table, but he fell to the ground and his sword came out of his hand.

The bell gradually disappeared, and the ghost weeped one at the violinist, and then at the old beggar who was curled up in the corner and shivering, and said to the old beggar, "Let's go!"

The old beggar, who had escaped for his life, took a look at the ghost crying, swallowed his saliva, and ran out with a charcoal basin.

"Hahahaha......"

The pianist who was slumped on the ground laughed loudly, laughing and saying, "Why are you guys from Shu Mountain everywhere?" ”

Ghost Cry stared at the luthier: "Corpse demon." ”

The violinist smiled, "You can see it." ”

Ghost Cry nodded: "Obviously, what are you doing here?"

The ghost cry is very puzzled, as a monster, he ran to the foot of Shu Mountain to do evil, and this is not how to find death.

"Naturally, I'm here to kill. ”

"Kill whom?"

The luthier just laughed and didn't answer again.

After two laughs, the laughter was gone, and the trembling hands hung down, and the body slid down the table legs.

Ghost Cry received the sheath and took two steps forward, wanting to see if he was still alive. The violinist opened his eyes violently, and stretched out his hands to choke the throat of the ghost cry.

Bang! bang!!

One of his hands, held by a scabbard. The other hand was slapped away by the ghost cry.

He swung like a fish bouncing on the ground, opening its mouth to bite. But he elbowed his chin to the ghost cry, lay on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth.

Ghost Cry heard the wound on his chest lightly, and the violinist's face suddenly distorted, and he was easily picked up by Ghost Cry and lay flat on the ground.

"Ahem... I don't understand......" The violinist's eyes became cloudy: "He was going to die, I revived him and killed him, what's wrong?"

The ghost cried and shook his head.

The violinist said, "You think I'm right, but why do you want to meddle in your business?"

"No, I didn't think you were right, I just wanted to say, it's my business, I just saved someone from your mouth. ”

What a bullshit high-sounding excuse that you saved him just because he didn't eat the dead.

Ghost Cry looked at the luthier condescendingly, and turned to leave.

The luthier struggled to get up and looked at the back of the ghost crying. I was just let go?

He thought it was a little incredible, but then he followed it, and there was a murderous flash in his eyes.

He can't be allowed to leave alive, otherwise, Fei'er will be in danger.

He drew his hand to the ground, and as the ghost cried, he walked to the door, suddenly turned around, and threw out a throwing knife.

Burst!

The knife sank into the heart along the wound, and the luthier fell to the ground. Underneath, pools of blood spread.