When the red willow and the sycamore came out of the unfathomable crypt, Qingyan was indeed dead.

However, she was still the same as when she was alive, lying quietly in a large, comfortable chair, with her right hand on her right cheek and her eyes slightly closed.

It was so peaceful.

Sycamore and Red Willow didn't know what was going on, and thought she was asleep, so they walked over and gave her a gentle push on the shoulder, trying to tell her what they had been doing under the hole.

As a result, Wutong's hand touched her so lightly, and she saw that Qingyan's hand that was originally supported on her right cheek slowly drooped down, and her body shook a little.

Then, a black slimy thing rolled off her shoulder.

It's actually her head.

It turned out that her head had already been cut off.

It's just that because the blade of the person who killed her was too sharp, and the speed of the shot was so fast, she remained in the state before death until death.

There was no sign of death in the face of death, let alone death, as if she thought she was still sleeping.

Seeing this situation, Sycamore and Red Willow were stunned for a moment, or rather, frightened.

They really couldn't imagine that in this world, there was such a rapid killing speed, such a terrible killing method, it was simply a knife without leaving a trace, and someone would fall on his head.

So, who is it?

Who killed Qingyan?

Could it be Shang Tiandao?

When they were at the bottom of the cave, they had already seen Shang Tiandao's swordsmanship, and they had also seen the speed of his shots, and they knew that if he really wanted to finish the smoke, it would be as easy as a finger.

But why did he want to finish the smoke?

Although Shang Tiandao was a swordsman from the Burial Sword Island, a figure who had already entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion and was close to the Sword God, Wutong and Hongliu could see that he was not the kind of person who killed innocents indiscriminately.

What's more, he has no reason to finish the smoke.

If not him, then who?

Thinking of this, Hongliu looked at Wutong, and Wutong looked at Hongliu again, speechless for a while.

The two of them were still full of hostility towards each other in terms of the position of the quick knife, but at this time, they couldn't help but lean on each other.

Although they were always thinking about how to harm others, but now, when they saw Qingyan's appearance, they couldn't help but tremble.

Hongliu looked at the headless green smoke lying in the center of the wide chair, then looked at the sycamore, and said with a smile: Do you think she is really dead?

Wutong couldn't bear it anymore, and didn't dare to look at it anymore, but turned his head, looked at the red willow, and said tremblingly: What's the matter?

Hongliu wanted to laugh and try her best to calm down, but she couldn't hide the frightened expression on her face, so she had to nod and say, "Yes."

At this moment, Wutong's face had a faint unbearable color.

She slowly untied her coat and gently placed it over Qingyan's headless corpse.

It's not so much that she can't bear to see this vicious old goblin corpse wilderness that can't let people see through her heart, but that she is afraid that if she sees this corpse again, she can't help but run away.

In front of Hongliu, she didn't want to lose face, so she had to borrow this way to cover up the inexplicable fears in her heart.

She deliberately pretended to be very relaxed and carefree, patted Hongliu's shoulder, and said slowly: If Lan Yutang is here at the moment, are you still afraid?

Hongliu just smiled bitterly, gently held her outstretched hand, sighed slightly, and said lightly with a look of grief on her face:

However, I don't even know where he is now, it's a bit wishful thinking to be able to see him, just now, Shang Tiandao said that he was eating noodles in the inn, but, as you can see, there are only dead people here.

Wutong clenched her hand as if her sister was caring about her sister, and said softly: You can rest assured, Kuaidao Xiangfang has already gone out to find him.

Although the fast knife Xiang Fang is a little uninhibited, and people are too lazy to die, but his ability to find people is not much inferior to his ability to kill people, don't you believe him?

Hearing this, Hongliu's mood seemed to be much better.

The pale face on her face, which had been too pale from horror, softened a little now, and slowly regained its original ruddyness.

She looked at the sycamore, hesitated for a moment, and then, nodded again, and said, "I believe it."

Wutong suddenly laughed again, it was the kind of contemptuous laugh, the kind of cold laugh.

There was even a hint of mystery in her smile, staring coldly into Hongliu's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Oh, yes? So, you're wrong."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a tall and straight figure suddenly appear on the wall of the gloomy and terrifying inn through the oil lamp on the table.

The figure coughed slightly, and then, walking in, the immortal jade flute in his hand that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose swirled in his hand, and the flower protection bell on it jingled and jingled, smiled faintly at the sycamore, and said: How could the red willow be wrong?

Hearing this familiar voice, Hongliu raised his head slightly, looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and then, his eyes immediately lit up.

It's like the sun that pierces the haze, making the whole inn light up and warm, staring at the visitors, his eyes are soft and sweet, and he said in a trembling voice: You...... You...... Finally back.

The person who came was Lan Yutang.

At this moment, Lan Yutang looked very tired and tired.

His eyes, which had been bright and clear, had sunk deeply, like a blue sea and sky obscured by dark clouds.

The blue robe on his body was also wrinkled and folded due to being soaked in water for a long time, and it was soft and collapsed, like a flower child who was chased and beaten by his master after stealing chickens.

Compared with the radiant immortal phoenix before, it was like two people.

Thankfully, his smile hasn't changed.

His tenderness hasn't changed either.

He gently walked in front of Hongliu, gently held Hongliu's hand, and said softly: Yes, I thought I would never come back,

However, the thought that you are still here waiting for me, therefore, I can't wait to come to you, although it is a little late, but I still came, you don't blame me, right?

Hongliu looked at him, her face full of tenderness and love.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked his sunken eye sockets, tears flashed, and then, snuggled into his arms, sobbed softly, and said:

I know that you must have suffered a lot for me, and even almost died, and it was too late for me to feel distressed, so who would blame you.

Lan Yutang smiled.

He grabbed the little hand of the red willow in his hand, kissed it gently, and said softly: "I'm sorry for worrying you, although I have suffered a little, but I also know that the taste of your waiting here is not good, because I have also tasted the taste of waiting for a long time during the time I have been away.

But it's all going to be fine, you see, the night sky is still so blue, the stars are still so bright, and I'm standing in front of you alive.