At this time, Wutong, who had been ignored and neglected, deliberately coughed loudly, as if to remind them not to forget her existence.

Then, smiling, he walked to the door of the inn, looked at the road leading outside, looked disappointed, and said:

Hey, handsome phoenix guy, why are you alone, why didn't you come back with you? Didn't you run into him on the road?

Lan Yutang didn't answer her, and didn't even look at her.

He just looked down at Hongliu, wiped away the tears dripping on her cheeks with his crumpled sleeves, smiled, and said: During the time I was away, did you remember me like Wutong Ji Xiangfang?

Hongliu seemed to remember that Hongliu was still watching their performance at this time, and suddenly got embarrassed, stretched out his hand and hit him on the chest, and said: What do you say?

Lan Yutang grabbed her little hand, gently scraped the bridge of her nose again, and said softly: I know, you are not the kind of ruthless and unrighteous woman.

Speaking of this, he turned to Wutong and smiled: Oh, by the way, what did you say just now?

Sycamore's nose was almost out of gas.

She said angrily to Lan Yutang: It's nothing, it's nothing, I know that you are busy making love now, and you don't have time to take care of me, I'm very interesting, you continue, can't I go?

As soon as the words fell, her people had already jumped outside the door of the inn, letting Lan Yutang scream "hey", "hey" and "hey" in the back.

However, in the blink of an eye, the sycamore had disappeared, completely blending into the endless and desolate night outside.

It seems that her light skills are also good.

Now, these strange and not strangers who have broken into their lives seem to be all very promising, Lan Yutang had no choice but to smile bitterly and shake his head.

But how could he not do it himself.

At this moment, only Lan Yutang and Red Willow were left in the huge Lonely Smoke Inn, as well as Qingyan, who had been dead for a long time, and her two sons.

Their bodies sat there silently, lying there, covered with clothes, but none of them looked at them, as if it were an empty house.

Lan Yutang's hand slowly slid on the immortal jade flute, and suddenly sighed, looked at the endless night outside, and said lightly: Everyone is gone, should we also go?

Hongliu looked at him and said softly: Where are we going?

Lan Yutang smiled bitterly, put his hand on her shoulder, and said: People like us who are home from all over the world are not the same everywhere.

Hongliu looked at him, suddenly turned around and pointed to the corpse of the green smoke covered by the long robe of the sycamore sitting on the chair, and said: We are leaving, then, what should she do?

As if he had just discovered a corpse sitting in the room at this time, Lan Yutang walked over, lifted the curtain to a corner, couldn't help frowning, and said:

Don't you think it's strange that, judging by the clotting of her blood, she has obviously been dead for a long time, but how can she still look like she is alive?

Not only has the color of her skin not changed, her body still has residual warmth, and even her heart has a faint beating sound, but her head is gone?

Hongliu's fear, which had been diluted by the excitement and excitement of Lan Yutang's sudden appearance, was revived again at this moment under the prompting of Lan Yutang's words.

She couldn't help but shudder, as if she remembered the scene just now, so she leaned on Lan Yutang's body tightly, pointed to the head that fell into the corner of the wall, and said weakly:

Oh, her head was accidentally knocked off by me, and when Sister Sycamore and I came in just now, we thought she was still alive and lying there sleeping?

I wanted to shake her awake and ask her what was going on, but I didn't expect that as soon as I touched her shoulder, her head fell off on its own.

It seems that she has been dead for a long time, but because the person who killed her acted too quickly, she kept her original state before she died.

Lan Yutang looked at Qingyan's corpse, and even touched the broken mark in her neck with his fingers, couldn't help frowning, and said loudly:

It's a fast knife, one move, after cutting off her head, it can keep her body in its original state, and the only one who can have this kind of speed in the rivers and lakes is probably Tsing Yi.

Although Hongliu was trembling, she couldn't help but secretly look at Qingyan's headless corpse from behind Lan Yutang, and quickly twisted her head to the side, as if she was extremely scared.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said slowly: I haven't seen how fast the shot of the life-seeking Tsing Yi is, but I have seen a person who is very fast.

However, this man does not use a sword, but a sword, a soft sword, and I believe that his swordsmanship is definitely not under the legendary life-seeking Tsing Yi.

Lan Yutang looked at her and said, "Oh, who is it?"

Hongliu Dao: Shang Tian Dao.

Lan Yutang was stunned suddenly, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was surprise or questioning, and said loudly: Shang Tiandao of Burial Sword Island?

Red Willow didn't answer him immediately, but slowly walked behind the door, gently twisted the latch that Qingyan had twisted, and then, the table in front of them suddenly flashed open, revealing an unfathomable hole in the ground.

Hongliu pointed downward and said slowly: Just now, when Sister Wutong and I were going to discuss some things, Qingyan will find us this hole.

Who knows, as soon as we hit the ground, we found that he was already waiting for us at the bottom of the cave, as if we knew we were going there.

Actually, he also told us, saying that you are eating noodles in this inn at the moment, so we came back to it, who knew that after coming up, Shang Tiandao's people were gone, and Qingyan's head had been cut off, this is very likely to be done by him, but why did he kill Qingyan?

Lan Yutang's robe on Qingyan's corpse was covered with her again, and then she stood up suddenly, touched her chin, and walked back and forth.

He walked to the door again, twisted the latch, and closed the tunnel again.

He just stood on the closed entrance of the tunnel, motionless, and then, gently rubbing the side of his nose with a section of the immortal jade flute, said lightly:

In today's rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the only ones who shoot so quickly are the swords of Tsing Yi and Burial Sword Island, but Tsing Yi is not a boring person, so he will never do such a boring thing.

Judging from the knife marks left on Qingyan's corpse, it is very in line with Shang Tiandao's shooting style, and I also heard that although he uses a sword, his swordsmanship is a bit special.

It is said that when he kills, he never stabs his opponent in the throat, but likes to use his sword as a knife to slash in the air and cut off other people's heads in unison.

is like Qingyan's death, because in his opinion, it is only more exciting to see other people's heads being cut off by brushes.

Of course, this is just a rumor in the rivers and lakes, and no one knows what the truth is, so Qingyan's death has become an unsolved case.