Thousand Blades of Death

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The song was beautiful, with a touch of melancholy, and it was heartbreakingly beautiful.

The lyrics are also bleak, beautiful, and moving, telling a passionate girl, telling her lover before dying, telling about the drift and misfortune of her life.

At this time the night was darker, and Xingyue was hidden behind the mountain.

Lu Xiaofeng did not listen to the lyrics carefully, but he felt that Hua Manlou's expression was too strange, and he couldn't help but want to ask: "Have you heard this song before?"

Ma Yuan nodded and replied: "We heard Shangguan Feiyan sing."

Lu Xiaofeng still has doubts about Ma Yuan's words. But at the sight of Hua Manlou's expression, he believed Ma Yuan's words.

You know, there are only twelve things in this world that Lu Xiaofeng can trust completely, and one of them is Huamanlou's ears. Some people even see things that they even see with their own eyes, but Huamanlou never misses it.

——Shangguan Feiyan must sing now.

But how could this young girl who has mysteriously disappeared suddenly appear here again? Why should one hide in the barren mountains of this moon night and sing this desolate song?

Who did she sing to?

Did she, like the orphan girl in the lyrics, tell her lover the misery of her destiny before dying?

There are too many questions I want to know, but I cannot get any answer. Lu Xiaofeng did not ask either of them either, because no further answers could be asked, and because a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The song came from the flashing lights.

Huamanlou has shown his shape and flew over there. Ma Yuan waved his arm and followed.

Compared with the reason for doubting the sudden appearance of Shangguan Feiyan, Lu Xiaofeng was more concerned that he accidentally discovered that Ma Yuan's light merits were not much different from him.

Comparable to his light skills, Lu Xiaofeng's side shows that Ma Yuan's martial arts are not bad. As expected, and very human.

While Ma Yuan didn't show the real kung fu, Lu Xiaofeng did not know.

In a blink of an eye the lights were near. The front can be distinguished as a small temple. At this moment, the singing suddenly stopped, and suddenly there was an indescribable silence between heaven and earth.

"She's gone." Ma Yuandao said.

Huamanlou nodded, no words.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Hua Man Lou and couldn't help saying: "If she really sings to you, she won't leave."

But she is gone. The lights were still on, but in the gloomy mountain temple, no figure was visible.

Huamanlou is still speechless.

There is no focus in his eyes. If he is silent, it is difficult to guess his thoughts.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ma Yuan helplessly.

Ma Yuan was also reluctant to open this mouth, so he had to talk about him and said, "Hey, look at the table."

On the Divine Case where the paint was peeling off, there was a worn copper basin filled with fresh water, and a strand of black silk floating on the water. The hair is very soft, and there is still a girly fragrance.

Lu Xiaofeng's hummed "Huh" sounded, and Hua Manlou's attention was attracted. He asked, "What are you looking at? What's strange?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is a pot of water on the table, and there are a few hairs in the water."

"Hair?" Hua Man Lou froze.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's a woman's hair. It seems that there was a girl here just now, singing a song and using this pot of water as a mirror to comb her hair, but now her people are gone."

Hua Man Lou nodded slowly, as if she had already thought that she would never wait for him here. The expression was a little low and a little calm.

Seeing how he lost his soul was emotional to the woman. Ma Yuan thought. So he exhaled heavily.

Huamanlou is also his friend. He is now tempted, and finally knows the true face of Shangguan Feiyan, I do not know how much pain?

Ma Yuan felt sorry about this. After all, a person with a noble mood like Hua Man Lou will be in awe of love, which is surprising and regrettable.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't seem to notice Huamanlou's strange expression, jokingly said: "In this kind of place, at this time, she actually still feels to comb her hair, obviously a girl who loves pretty.

Huamanlou said lightly: "Who is not beautiful for girls aged seventeen or eighteen?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Isn't Shangguan Feiyan a 17-year-old girl?"

Huaman Loudao: "She has always loved beauty."

Lu Xiaofeng's expression suddenly became weird. He looked at Huamanlou and tentatively said, "Of course you have touched her hair before."

Hua Manlou smiled-there are many kinds of smiles, and his meaning of smile is to admit it.

Ma Yuan sighed, I'm afraid I have to go back to the original point when this topic goes on. After all, Shangguan Feiyan is naturally different from the girl in Ma Yuan’s heart. She is a ruthless woman. Talking about it will only make Huaman Lou more sentimental.

Ma Yuan no longer ignored them. He turned and entered the temple.

He already knew what was in the temple, so he went straight to the face of the Black Face Mountain statue. With palm in hand, I patted the idol lightly.

Ma Yuan stepped back a few steps, guessing that there was a crack in the statue of the mountain god, and turned back to the two.

The two are still talking about hair.

The wind blew through and came in from outside the door. The black faced mountain **** carrying the steel whip and straddling the black tiger suddenly split from the middle. A four-foot long steel whip suddenly broke into eight or nine sections.

Then, the huge mountain gods also split apart, falling on the ground.

In the dust, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly found that someone was hanging in the air on the wall behind the mountain **** statue.

A dead man, the blood stains on his body were not dry yet, a pair of judge pens were inserted into his chest, and he was nailed alive there, and the judge pens fluttered two jute cloths similar to Soul streamers.

"Blood for blood!"

"This is a role model!"

The same two sentences, also written in fresh blood, seem to have dried up.

Lu Xiaofeng no longer needs to look at the face of this dead man, he already knows who he is.

Ma Yuan doesn't even need to look at it anymore. This man is alone, he knows it naturally, but he doesn't know when Liu Yuhen will die.

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