Chapter 32 Chapter Two: The Murder on a Sunny Day

The bet is certain, and it will begin immediately. What about the stakes?What is the bet? In this case, what would you say their bets are? What else to bet on but death? The winner is alive, and once the opponent loses, there will never be a chance to make money. Who will lose and who will win? Is the wind expressive to win?Or is the clock destroyed? Jiao Yang is easily projected on the ground and on everyone's faces. There was silence on the long street, everyone's face was full of surprise and disbelief, Zhong Ruewei still smiled naturally and indifferently, as if he had already won the bet.

Dai Tian was smiling, not only the corners of his mouth were smiling, but even his nose seemed to be trembling with laughter, his smiling eyes were staring at Feng Vivid. Of course Feng Chuanshen was also laughing, but his kind of laughter was far more uncomfortable than crying, even a three-year-old child could see that he was smiling forcedly. He really wanted to smile a little more naturally, but the muscles on his face were already tense with suspicion. He didn't understand why Zhong Ruohui could still be so calm under such a huge disparity in numbers and force?He really wanted to see what the result was when he counted to three?

Counting from one to three, it will be finished in no time, and it will be started soon. When the word "one" sounded, Feng Chuanshen realized that the person who counted was not Zhong Ruofu or Dai Tian, ​​but a Tibetan flower that appeared on the city wall at an unknown time. Zang Hua stood on the high battlements, and she was holding a person in her arms, holding Young Master Huang. Seeing Tibetan flowers, Feng Chuanshen was already taken aback, but what happened next made his mouth shut even more. He couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes, couldn't believe that this kind of thing could happen, and it happened right in front of his eyes.

When Zanghua starts to count "one", the impossible happens. Feng Chuanshen suddenly saw the city wall burst open, mudstone powder flew, and dust was flying all over the sky. Then he saw a row of people standing in the city wall, and a row of people holding bows and arrows. The bow has been stretched, and the arrow has a fire seed, and the fire is shining with a turquoise light under the delicate sun. A series of "drenching" sounds, the bow has been released, and the arrow has been released. Fifty-four arrows were shot at twenty-seven people, and two arrows were aimed at one "silk".

When the city wall collapsed, the "Silks" had already jumped up, and their reaction could definitely be said to be top-notch, and the helpless voice of counting was also very fast. As soon as they jumped up, twenty-six arrows were shot in the air, aiming at their jumping point. With a flip in the air, twenty-seven people fell down quickly like falling rocks. This reaction was also top-notch, but as soon as their bodies fell, the other twenty-six arrows filled with fire rushed into their bodies like enthusiastic girls. The fire immediately ignited the clothes on the "Si" people. Some died immediately after being hit by the arrow, some were still running with fire, and some rolled on the ground.

There was a moment of miserable screams, one after another.Some people have been burned and curled up like shrimps, and some people are still twisting and wailing on the ground dragging their remaining lives. As soon as the words fell, the twenty-seven snake-like "silk" had turned into "death". If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can't imagine how horrible, how bleak, and how heart-wrenching the sound of twenty-six people screaming at the same time sounds. Feng Chuanshen's face still had the lingering fear from just now, and his body was not because of fear?Or sad?She was still trembling under the scorching sun.

She didn't know when the Tibetan flowers would come down, she was standing in front of the windy west, still holding Young Master Huang in her arms. Her eyes were expressionless, and her voice sounded devoid of emotion. "This man died when you swung your hand just now." Zang Hua said, "Your little thin knife is still on his chest." Feng Chuanshen's eyes shifted to the small knife on Young Master Huang's chest.The blood had congealed and turned dark red, and a light blue light shone on the small blade. "You lost." Zhong Hue said. "I lost." Dai Tian sighed. "I lost, and I was convinced that I lost."

After finishing speaking, Dai Tian immediately looked at Feng Chuanshen who was stunned aside, and then asked, "What about you? Are you denying the defeat? Are you convinced to lose?" Feng Chuanshen didn't answer right away, he stood there motionless, like a stone statue, and he didn't know how long it took before he said: "Submit." He finally had a smile on his face—a wry smile. "Not only convinced, but admitted." His eyes were on Zanghua and the three of them, looking back and forth, up and down, and finally let out a long breath. "Now I know that the time from one to three is so long, it is long enough to kill twenty-six big men." Feng Chuanshen said: "Today should also be the happiest time in my life." The longest day."

He laughed again, still wryly. "To this day, I don't even know when I wake up. What year? What month? What day?" "Yes. The person lying in my arms is the same, and he doesn't know when he wakes up? What month? What day?" Zanghua said: "Today is also the longest and longest time in his life. day." There was still no emotion in Zang Hua's voice, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes. ——a trace of melancholy similar to the one that often appears in Young Master Huang's eyes. As light as the west wind. The wind is howling. The wind was blowing from the west, and the whistling sound was like a ghost whipping a whip, which chilled the hearts of returnees and scattered the souls of passers-by.

Fortunately, there are no returnees or visitors here. Of course, there is no lonely young woman sitting alone in front of the window, sitting alone under the wind chime, waiting for the return of the person she misses from afar. There is nothing here. There are no donkeys, horses, carriages and sedan chairs on the long street, no business in the shops, no coals in the stoves, no vegetables, rice, and fish in the pots, and no scents of swallows, powder, shavings, and oil in the boudoir. Although there are people here, four people, but there are more dead people than living people. There was a dead silence.

I don't know when, the wind suddenly stopped, and on the dead long street, suddenly a white dog dragged its tail and walked up the long street covered with cloud-scattered bluestone slabs. There is fog behind the big one. A faint mist. One cup of loess, two sticks of fragrance. The incense is in front of the grave, and the green smoke surrounds it. Jiaoyang is in the west.Yang Zheng sat quietly under the tender sun, sitting in front of the grave, his eyes seemed to be looking at a distant and illusory place, and seemed to stay on the few lines on the tombstone. Buried here is my friend, Her salt syrup is nostalgic. Her person is also missed. After drinking, Yang Zheng swiped his pen and carved it himself. The wind blew past, blowing away the rising smoke, but it couldn't blow away the sadness on Yang Zheng's eyebrows. it's foggy. Fog condenses from among the plum trees and beside the river. Gradually condense and thicken.In the blink of an eye, the fog had enveloped the entire Merlin.There seemed to be a figure walking in the depths of the fog. The wind came again. It blew from the west again, making the signboards on the long street sway. The iron ring on the signboard rubbed against the hook, and the sound was like a saw, which made the teeth sour. The white dog was barking hoarsely and sadly, as if it also knew that there was a lot of misfortune here. The window paper on the long street was blown by the wind as if it was panting in pain. The blood has dried up and congealed like loess.Feng Chuanshen's face was also like loess, and he looked at the gradually drifting fog, and his eyes showed fear. Zhong Ruohui didn't look at the fog, he was looking at the white dog, the white dog lying on the side of the street. Fog quickly enveloped Baida. The white dog's pupils were wide open, staring at the people by the city gate. When the fog brushed past it, its legs seemed to twitch, and it seemed that it hadn't moved at all, but its pupils had spread, lifeless, and then He closed it slowly, and lowered his head. Fear floated in Zhong Huanhui's eyes, and he suddenly said: "Back, quickly back to the battlements." Dai Tian and Zang Hua seemed to have also seen the change of the white dog. When the sound of the doom bell rang, they had already jumped up and onto the battlements. Feng Chuanshen did not move, but the fear on his face had turned into helplessness, he silently watched the fog cover himself. "This fog is so strange." Zanghua said: "Every time the identity of a member of the Azure Dragon Society is exposed, at the last moment, the fog will definitely appear." "As soon as the fog appears, people will die." Dai Yao said, "The ones who will die must be members of the Azure Dragon Society." "This is called killing people to silence the mouth." Zhong Huezhuo looked at the fog under the city wall. "Knowing that when the fog comes, they want to kill people and silence them, why do they flee?" Zang Huajian. "If you can escape this time, you can't hide for a lifetime." Zhong Quehui said: "The Qinglong Society has always used very cruel methods to deal with those who abscond in fear of crime." "Why can fog kill people?" "The mist contains a highly poisonous poison that kills people in an instant." Zhong Que said, "This poison does not need to enter through the nostrils, but can directly enter through the pores on the human skin." "This kind of fog must be released by someone. Why can't you always see the person who released the fog?" "I've been looking into this matter for a long time." Zhong Hue said, "I still don't know who the fogger is." "Could it be the leader of the Azure Dragon Society?" "Impossible," Dai Tian shook his head. "A person like him would never do it himself." Zhong Ruihui nodded in agreement. At this time, the fog on the long street had cleared. The fog came and went quickly. The west wind was still blowing, and Feng Chuan still stood where he was, without moving. "Why didn't he fall down?" Zang Hua asked, "Is this mist not poisonous? Or does he have an antidote?" "None." Zhong Weihui said: "I guarantee that he is dead from head to toe, but he was unwilling to die, so this resentment supported his body, so he didn't fall down." "How do you know he's dead?" Zang Hua said, "He was obviously poisoned in the bamboo house, but he was able to detoxify himself, this time—" "Absolutely dead." Dai Tian said suddenly: "Pay attention to his hands." Zang Hua shifted her gaze to Feng Chuan Shen's hand, only to find that his fingers had all turned black.