Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The Phantom of the Opera

The night wind shuttled through the forest, blowing the thick leaves from time to time. From this point of view, it seemed as if giants were waving their hands, and as if many ghosts were weaving a huge sky net in the air. Fu Hongxue's eyes wandered around, and he still walked towards the singing place. As he walked, he found that he had come to a relatively wide open space, and the singing stopped at this moment. Fu Hongxue looked around, and there was no one in sight except for a small hill. how is this possible?The song statement is posted here, why can't I see people?The singing stopped after Fu Hongxue stepped into this open space. He believed that no one could hide from his eyes in such a short time.

Could it be that the singer is hiding somewhere here?Is it hiding in a tree?Or hide behind a dark tree?Or... hiding behind a small hill?Just when Fu Hongxue was wondering, the singing voice that disappeared sounded again. This time Fu Hongxue finally found his voice. Just behind the hill. Fu Hongxue smiled coldly, and walked slowly towards the small hill, and walked past the small hill. When he came to the back of the hill, he was startled, because there was no one behind the hill, but the song statement came from here. After Fu Hongxue listened carefully, he was really startled this time, when he realized that the singing actually came from a small hill.

A small hill can sing as if from hell?Could this hill be the entrance to hell?And this singing is the call of the ghosts in hell? What does "hell" look like, and has anyone been there?Is it really where the soul returns after death? In "Hell", are there really eighteen layers of hell?Is there really "bull head and horse noodles"?Is there really a "King Yama" who is in charge of the cycle of life and death?Fu Hongxue never believed in these things, but what happened to him recently made him have to believe it. People who had been dead for ten years actually appeared in front of him one by one alive, and an ordinary hill could sing songs from hell.

Who would believe these things unless they saw them with their own eyes?But so what?Fu Hongxue stared at the small hill. His right hand unconsciously stretched out towards the small hill. He really wanted to touch this small hill. Is it true?is fake?As soon as his fingers touched the small hill, he knew it was real, but at this moment the small hill unexpectedly vibrated, followed by thousands of light beams bursting out from the small hill. With the appearance of the light beam, there was an ear-splitting roar. Seen at night, these light beams are as brilliant and dazzling as fireworks, and as far away as shooting stars.

Fu Hongxue looked at the light beams shuttling through the forest in amazement, those ear-shattering roars were like a thousand ghosts screaming together, making one feel horrified. Just when Fu Hongxue was dumbfounded, the thousands of beams of light suddenly gathered into the image of a person. At first it was just a hazy image, but gradually the clothes, hair, hands and feet could be clearly seen, and finally even the wrinkles on the face were clearly visible. Thousands of beams of light actually synthesized a person. A real person. Looking at this person made of light beams, Fu Hongxue suddenly felt a chill emanating from the depths of his bone marrow, and he looked at this person with eyes full of horror.

This person was also looking at Fu Hongxue. Not only was he smiling, but even his eyes were smiling, but his smile didn't melt away Fu Hongxue's panic. Fu Hongxue's wide eyes looked from this person's head to his feet, and then stared at the bright red sword in his left hand. Red as a rose, but redder than blood. Rose Sword. Yan Nanfei's Rose Sword. This person made of light beams is obviously Yan Nanfei who died under Fu Hongxue's knife a few years ago. "Hello." Yan Nanfei's voice was still so magnetic. Fu Hongxue heard his voice, but didn't know how to answer it.

"It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few years. Have you forgotten who I am?" Yan Nanfei's smile became wider: "I'm Yan Nanfei." "Are you—" Fu Hongxue heard his own voice trembling. "Is it a human? Is it a ghost?" Yan Nanfei said, "If you are human beings, I should be considered a ghost by now." "Human?" Fu Hongxue was Fu Hongxue after all, and quickly recovered his composure: "Aren't you a human?" "Life is a human being, and after death becomes a ghost." "So you're a ghost?" Fu Hongxue's sneer appeared again.

"When I just died, I was a ghost for a while." Yan Nanfei said with a smile, "Fortunately, I met the 'Prince of Darkness'." "The Prince of Darkness?" Fu Hongxue said, "Who is the Prince of Darkness?" "Between humans and ghosts, there is a world that you can't imagine." Yan Nanfei said, "This world is ruled by the 'Prince of Darkness'." "Oh?" Fu Hongxue said, "Where is this world?" "Between heaven and earth, between you and me." Yan Nanfei said, "This world is right beside you, but you can't see it."

"How can I see it?" "If it's someone from this world." Yan Nanfei said with a smile, "or 'Prince of Darkness, nod your head.'" There was no moon in the night sky, and the sky was filled with overcast dark clouds, occasionally a thin silvery black light appeared, just like the blue light emanating from Yan Nanfei's body. Fu Hongxue stared at Yan Nanfei intently—is there really a world beyond human imagination between humans and ghosts?What does this world look like?What should the "people" in it be called?people?ghost?or God?Fu Hongxue never believed that there really was any god in this world?What the hell?But the things and people he encountered recently made him unable to believe it.

The dead people "lived" in front of him one by one. An ordinary hill can shoot out thousands of beams of light.These light beams can actually be combined to form a person, and this person is of course a person who has been dead for many years. These were not the things that really surprised Fu Hongxue. What really surprised and frightened him was that in the space we live in, there actually exists an unknown world. What should this unknown world be called?Heaven?hell?Or the long-rumoured "empty world" in martial arts? "If such a world really existed, what would it be called?" Fu Hongxue said, "And what should the people living in it be called?"

"The Fourth World." Yan Nanfei said, "This place is called the Fourth World, and the people in it are called 'nothing people', so the Fourth World is also called the Nothingness World." "What are the conditions to enter the Fourth World?" Fu Hongxue said. "No conditions, no conditions at all." Yan Nanfei said with a smile, "It can only depend on your chance." "Opportunity?" "That's fate." Yan Nanfei said: "For those who are destined, we will open for them." "Those who are not destined?" "Those who have no destiny can only live in this sad world." Yan Nanfei said with a smile: "So I want to congratulate you." "Congratulations?" Fu Hongxue was taken aback, "Why?" "Because you are destined." Yan Nanfei said, "That's why you can hear my singing, you can come here, and you can meet the 'Beam Messenger'." "Beam messenger?" "It's the light beam you saw just now, which refers to me." Yan Nanfei said, "The messenger of the light beam is me." "Those who are predestined can see the beamer?" Fu Hongxue said, "Can the beamer lead you to the fourth world?" "yes." "What can we do in the fourth world?" Fu Hongxue sneered, "Immortality? Immortality?" "There are also wealth beyond your imagination." Yan Nanfei said, "Anything is enough to cause disturbances in the Jianghu." "Although these things are very tempting, there are still people in this world who are unmoved." Fu Hongxue said calmly. "I know that money won't touch you." Yan Nanfei said with a smile, "What about immortality? Immortality, don't you think you're indifferent?" "I only know that life must be meaningful." Fu Hongxue said, "It's better to live happily for a few years than to live forever like a puppet." "A good death is worse than a bad life." Yan Nanfei said. "Really?" Fu Hongxue sneered: "Do people in the fourth world live forever?" "Without life, how can there be death?" "Didn't you die once?" Fu Hongxue stared at him coldly. "Everyone who enters the fourth world must die once." Yan Nanfei said. "So, if I want to join you, I must die first?" Fu Hongxue said. "Yes." Yan Nanfei said, "Leave that useless body and leave a clean soul, and only then can you enter the innocent world of nothingness." "It seems that you, the 'Beam Messenger', are here to guide me tonight, rather than taking me to the west." Fu Hongxue said. Yan Nanfei smiled slightly, and slowly pulled out the sword that was as red as blood. Once the sword is out of the sheath, although there is no sunlight, the sword light is as brilliant as the sun, and as beautiful as a rose under the moonlight. The sword energy was right between Fu Hongxue's eyebrows. The murderous intent is strong. Fu Hongxue still didn't move.He still held the black knife tightly in his left hand. Black as the knife of death. Is scarlet also the color of death?With the saber not out of its sheath, Fu Hongxue's face turned even paler. He focused his gaze on the sword in Yan Nanfei's hand. His face was expressionless, but his pupils were already shrinking. Yan Nanfei was also staring at him, with a strange expression in his eyes that were as bright as night stars. I don't know if it was a kind of joy when he was close to liberation?Or helpless sadness?Fu Hongxue slowly raised his head and stared into his eyes. The eye contact of the two people sent out a series of invisible sparks like meteors colliding in the night sky. Fu Hongxue suddenly said: "You have already been defeated twice, why bother to seek defeat again?" Yan Nanfei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sword in his hand was thrust out. The sword light filled the sky, the sword was like lightning, and the sword energy was like ice. The knife seems to be very slow. But before the sword light arrived, the knife had already penetrated into the sword light, forcing the sword energy. The sword light of blood, the pale blade. A faint knife light flashed, as light as lake water in spring, and as light as ice in the lingering winter. The light of the knife only flashed. The sword flowers all over the sky disappeared. As soon as Fu Hongxue drew out his saber, he dispelled Yan Nanfei's sword style. It seems that Yan Nanfei's martial arts still hasn't made much progress. Although his person has been resurrected, his martial arts are still dead. As soon as the sword light disappeared, Fu Hongxue should have been proud, but his brows suddenly frowned, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, because he suddenly realized that although he had resolved Yan Nanfei's sword move, Yan Nanfei's The sword energy is stronger. The sword style was broken, Yan Nanfei let out a hellish howl instead, and the blue light on his body gradually increased with the laughter. Along with laughter, Yan Nanfei's sword stabbed out again. This time, there was no sword light all over the sky, nor lightning speed, but the sword energy was thicker and denser. A sword stabs out slowly, the sword has no sword flower, but the tip of the sword is shaking. Fu Hongxue looked at the tip of the sword and took a step back. Just when he took a step back, a green light beam suddenly shot out from the trembling sword tip. The green light beam made a "swoosh" sound and shot directly at Fu Hongxue's chest. Fu Hongxue had to change three movements in a row to avoid this light beam, but he couldn't avoid Yan Nanfei's sword. A sword slashed, and blood spattered. The blood was red, as red as Yan Nanfei's rose sword. A gash was drawn on Fu Hongxue's left shoulder. The wound was deep but not painful. Fu Hongxue gritted his teeth, and swung the knife in his right hand, slashing down. Paddle to your left shoulder. The blade passed, and the wound on his left shoulder was cut off. Blood sprayed out, and only then did Fu Hongxue feel the pain, but he breathed a sigh of relief. The peeled flesh fell to the ground, and after a while, the piece of flesh turned purple-black, making a "sizzling" sound, and turned into a puddle of black water in the blink of an eye. poison! Only poisoned flesh can produce this phenomenon. Looking at the puddle of black water on the ground, Fu Hongxue sneered coldly: "It turns out that people in the fourth world can cheat and use poison." Yan Nanfei didn't answer, he let out that sinister howling laugh again, and stabbed out with the sword in his hand again. Before the tip of his sword was shaking, Fu Hongxue's sword had already been struck. There is no knife, no knife spirit, just one chop, from top to bottom, from fast to slow. In the bright red sword light, there was a faint light of the sword. With a flash of saber light, Yan Nanfei's sword suddenly became two, separated from the left and right. With just one blow, the Qiangshi sword was cut open. As soon as the sword was cut open, half of it was still in Yan Nanfei's hand, and half of it fell to the ground, Yan Nanfei suddenly clenched his left hand tightly, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, drew a strange figure in the air, and murmured , and then shouted: "Get up!" The half sword that fell on the ground suddenly flew up as Yan Nanfei yelled, and shot at Fu Hongxue, stabbing at Fu Hongxue as if being held by an invisible hand. One sword suddenly turned into two, one was in Yan Nanfei's hand, and the other was flying in the air. "Control the sword with Qi". This is just a legendary martial art. I didn't expect to see it on Yan Nanfei's body. It seems that Yan Nanfei's resurrection is very strange, and even the martial arts are also very strange. Yan Nanfei and a sword were already difficult enough to deal with, but now there was another flying sword. Fu Hongxue swung back and forth to block the fierce attack. The strange person, the strange moves, and the extremely poisonous sword, this battle... Yan Nanfei's laughter became louder. The louder the laughter, the more cold sweat broke out on Fu Hongxue's forehead. The flying sword stabbed at Fu Hongxue one after another, and just as he dodged the flying stab, Yan Nanfei's sword stabbed again. Fu Hongxue swung the saber, and the flying sword turned around and flew from behind Fu Hongxue. There was no sound at all from this sword, and it stabbed quietly at the back of Fu Hongxue's head. Fu Hongxue had to be fully on guard against Yan Nanfei's fierce sword moves, and he didn't have eyes behind his back, so he didn't know that the silent flying sword had turned his head and stabbed towards him. Even if he knew, he couldn't turn around and dodge, otherwise, even if he avoided the sword, he still couldn't avoid Yan Nanfei in front of him. At this unbearable moment, the scabbard in Fu Hongxue's left hand suddenly came out from under his ribs, and with a "choking" sound, sparks burst out from the jet-black scabbard, and the flying sword had been put into the scabbard. Fu Hongxue flicked his left hand, and the scabbard in his hand was thrown aside with the flying sword. His men immediately crouched and spun, dodging Yan Nanfei's sword. With a backhand pick, the sword light flashed and met the sword light. The sword did not meet. Although Jian Guang's coming is fast, the knife is even faster. Yan Nanfei's sword tip had almost pierced Fu Hongxue's throat, by an inch at most. This inch is a fatal inch. It was only an inch away, and Fu Hongxue's saber flashed, only to hear a scream, and blood spattered everywhere. In the blood rain all over the sky, Yan Nanfei's men took three steps back, and then stopped moving. Fu Hongxue didn't move either, blood dripped from the tip of his knife. Yan Nanfei's person didn't have any scars at all, and his eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the motionless Fu Hongxue. A light of disbelief and faith. Fu Hongxue didn't move, nor did he look at Yan Nanfei. Yan Nanfei's mouth seemed to be moving, as if to say: "How is that possible?" Then I saw blood beads slowly secreting between his brows, along the eyebrows and down to the navel, there were also bloodstains. As soon as the bloodstains appeared, Yan Nanfei's people were like his sword, goodbye left and right. With the flash of the saber, Yan Nanfei's men were cut open. After provoking with a knife, Yan Nanfei took three steps back and said four words before they separated.What a quick, sharp cut. After Yan Nanfei fell to the ground, expressions of disbelief and horror appeared on his left and right faces. Fu Hongxue stood up slowly, and the moonlight fell on Yan Nanfei's parted face. He said lightly, "It turns out that people in the fourth world will die too." Fu Hongxue picked up the scabbard, put away the knife, and used his peculiar footwork to slowly walk away from the hill and out of the woods. At this time, the first ray of dawn in the east has shot out of the clouds and entered the woods, reflecting the dewdrops that remained on the leaves last night with crystal light. The dewdrops condensed from small to large, and then broke free from the support of the leaves and dripped down, right in Yan Nanfei's parted eyes. When Wu returned to Wanmatang, it was already morning, and Fu Hongxue was still walking slowly. He suddenly noticed a strange thing. It was daytime, and there was no sound in Wanmatang, let alone seeing anyone. What about people?Where has everyone gone?Could it be that overnight, Wanmatang was back to the same as it was the night before, and the damned people were all dead. Fu Hongxue looked around, Wanmatang was still magnificent and brand new, not dilapidated, but no one could see it, strange? ! Even Ye Kai, who likes to wander east and west the most, was nowhere to be seen. Fu Hongxue frowned slightly, but walked towards the reception desk without stopping. When he arrived at the reception desk, he discovered another strange thing. There were a lot of people's shadows reflected on the dozen or so large windows in the reception area, obviously there were a lot of people inside, but there was no sound at all. Dozens of people gathered together without making a sound. There is only one possibility in this situation, that is, something important has happened. It has only been more than an hour since I heard the singing in the early morning and came back now. Could it be that something happened to Wanmatang during this time?As soon as they entered the reception area, all the people were there, and everyone looked at Fu Hongxue who entered with a frown, as if they regarded Fu Hongxue as a plague god. Even Ye Kai, who is always smiling and carefree, has a serious expression on his face. Fu Hongxue's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and finally stopped at Ma Kongqun who was sitting on the top chair at the end of the long table. There was no expression on Ma Kongqun's face, his bright and energetic eyes had lost their brilliance. He was not looking at Fu Hongxue, but just staring straight at a piece of white cloth on the long table in front of him. Only then did Fu Hongxue realize that there was a person lying under the white cloth. The pure white strip of cloth was covered with blood, the blood was still bright red and still wet, it could be seen that the person under the strip of cloth had just been brought here not long ago.And the ones that don't move are probably dead, not long ago. Who is this guy?Fu Hongxue shifted his gaze to everyone again, Ye Kai, Gongsun Duan, Hua Mantian, Murong Mingzhu, Le Leshan... Everyone was there, so who was the person lying under the white cloth?Everyone sat around the long table, with a dish of porridge in front of them. The clear porridge was still steaming, but no one touched their chopsticks. There was an empty seat on the table for a dish of porridge. Fu Hongxue walked over slowly, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, took a mouthful of the dish, and took a sip of the porridge. After he finished eating, Ma Kongqun said lightly, "Morning." This sentence was of course said to Fu Hongxue, so Fu Hongxue heard himself answering: "It's getting late!" "It's getting late." Ma Kongqun said, "After the fourth watch last night, everyone was in the room. How about you?" "I'm not here." Fu Hongxue said calmly. "Where are you?" Fu Hongxue raised his head and looked at Ma Kongqun coldly: "It seems that there is no need to tell the third boss where I am." "It is necessary." Ma Kongqun said word by word. "why?" "For the person lying on the long table." "Who is this guy?" "Don't you know?" Ma Kongqun stared at him. "I must know?" "Because after the fourth watch last night, only your Excellency was not in the room." Ma Kongqun said. "I'm not in the room, so I should know who this person is?" Fu Hongxue said. "After leaving the murder scene last night, Mr. Le Da, Mr. Murong, Mr. Ye, and these brothers all went back to their rooms to sleep, and there are people to prove it," Ma Kongqun said sharply, "but what about your Excellency last night?" Where is the fourth watch? Can anyone prove it?" The only person who can prove it is Yan Nanfei who has been resurrected again, but Yan Nanfei has died under his sword again, who can prove it for him now? "No." Fu Hongxue said calmly. Ma Kongqun suddenly stopped asking, but murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He only heard the sound of heavy footsteps, and Hua Mantian and Yun Zaitian had already walked behind Fu Hongxue. "Brother Fu please." Hua Mantian said coldly. "What do you want me to do?" "Please go out." Hua Mantian said. At this time, Ye Kai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "At least before he goes out, let him see who is under the cloth strip." "He knows it without looking." Hua Mantian said coldly. "The matter has not been fully proved, how do you know that the man must have killed him?" Ye Kai said. "Besides him, there will be—" "Let him watch." Ma Kongqun interrupted Hua Mantian. Fu Hongxue walked to the long table without saying a word, stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the white cloth. There was a person lying under the cloth strip. Although Fu Hongxue lifted the white cloth strip, he still didn't know who this person was because the corpse had no head. A corpse without a head, no one can tell who it is?Fu Hongxue only knew that this person was a woman, and that was evident from the clothes on the corpse. "She was beheaded by a knife." Ma Kongqun expressed grief and indignation: "Do you know where her head is?" "Who is she?" Fu Hongxue said. "She is Ma Fangling." It was Ye Kai who answered. "Ma Fangling?" Fu Hongxue was slightly taken aback. "Severing one's head requires not only a sharp knife, but also a clever technique." Ma Kongqun said, "Fu Hongxue is worthy of being called Fu Hongxue." Fu Hongxue's expression returned to calm and indifferent, and even seemed to have a contemptuous and mocking meaning. "Do you have anything to say about this matter?" Ma Kongqun looked around. No one spoke anymore, but everyone was looking at Fu Hongxue, with a look of mourning and regret in their eyes. "Just one sentence." Fu Hongxue said suddenly. "Please say." "What if the third boss kills the wrong person?" Fu Hongxue said slowly. "If you kill wrong, you can kill again." Fu Hongxue nodded slowly. "What else do you want to say?" Ma Kongqun said. "No more." Fu Hongxue said lightly. The banner of Wanmatang is fluttering in the wind in the bright sunshine. Man is in the sun. Fu Hongxue was the first to walk out of the reception area, followed by Hua Mantian, Yun Zaitian, and Ma Kongqun. The others didn't follow, and there was something to say, but the always furious Gongsun Duan didn't follow, Ye Kai felt very strange. When he was inside, Gongsun Duan didn't say a word, why did he do this?Ye Kai thought it was very interesting, he was the last one to walk out of the reception area, and as soon as he came into the sunlight, he raised his face and took a long breath. "Today is a fine weather." Ye Kai said with a smile: "In such fine weather, I'm afraid no one would want to die." "It's a pity that no matter whether the weather is good or bad, people will die every day." Ma Kongqun said. "Not bad, indeed good." Ye Kai sighed. Ma Kongqun suddenly turned to face Fu Hongxue, "Where was Your Excellency after the fourth watch last night?" "In a place without people." Fu Hongxue said calmly. "It's a pity, it's a pity!" Hua Mantian's hand suddenly lowered, and lightly patted the belt around his waist. With a "choke", a soft sword made of white refined steel was out of its sheath, trembling straight in the wind. "Good sword." Ye Kai blurted out. "Compared to that knife?" Hua Mantian stared at the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand. "That depends on who owns the knife." Ye Kai said with a smile. "If it's in Your Excellency's hands?" Ma Kongqun said suddenly. "I never have a knife in my hand." Ye Kai said, "I don't need a knife either." "Only with throwing knives." Xiao Li's flying knife is a good example. In the past hundred years of martial arts, no one has ever doubted this sentence. Ye Kai is the only descendant of Li Xunhuan, and no one has ever underestimated his throwing knife. "Where's your throwing knife?" Ma Kongqun asked Ye Kai. "The knife is here." Ye Kai's hands were originally empty, but at some point, he pulled out a throwing knife from somewhere. A flying knife three inches long and seven minutes long. With the knife in hand, Ye Kai's eyes shone brightly. As soon as the flying knife appeared, everyone couldn't help taking a step back, and everyone's eyes were filled with awe and fear. The knife flashed. The flying knife disappeared again, and looking at Ye Kai's hands, they were already hanging empty. "I don't like to use knives to kill people." Ye Kai smiled: "Because I appreciate the sound of crushing someone's bones with my hands. The peeling is smooth." "Have you ever heard the sound of a sword piercing someone's flesh?" Hua Mantian said. "No." "That kind of voice is pretty good." Hua Mantian said coldly. "When will you let me hear it?" Ye Kai said with a smile. "You'll hear it right away." Hua Mantian shook his long sword, and the tip of the sword was raised obliquely, emitting a cross light against the rising sun. Yun Zaida's sword had also been unsheathed, and his figure wandered around to get behind Fu Hongxue. Fu Hongxue didn't move, and he didn't clenched the knife tightly in his left hand. He just stood quietly, looking at the yellow mud and sand in front of him, as if the person Hua Mantian and the others were going to kill had nothing to do with him. No. Ma Kongqun didn't move either. Although he was facing Fu Hongxue, he glanced at Ye Kai from time to time. Was he afraid that Ye Kai would intervene to help Fu Hongxue?Or is it afraid of Ye Kai's well-deserved throwing knife?The sunshine in the border town was shining brightly, just like Ye Kai's smile. Ye Kai smiled and said to Fu Hongxue, "Don't worry, someone will arrange your funeral. I will also bring a few bottles of fine wine to pour over your grave." Up." Jiaoyang. The yellow sand in the border town is flying, and the grass is as golden. Although the earth is brilliant and brilliant, it also carries a brutal and domineering murderous intent. Here, although life keeps growing, it may be destroyed at any time. Here, everything is cruel and strong, and there is absolutely no tenderness. With a flick of Huamantian's long sword, five sword flowers melted out, but Fu Hongxue remained motionless. He stood coldly between Huamantian and Yun Zaitian, as cold as a piece of ice that never melted. A piece of transparent ice! The relentless scorching sun and wind and sand in this city seemed to have no effect on him, no matter where he stood, it was as if he was standing in the snow and ice on the top of a distant mountain. Yun Zaitian's hand had already clenched the hilt of the sword, and the cold edge of the sword had become as hot as a branding iron. His palms were sweating, and his forehead was also sweating. burn down. "Pull your knife!" Yun Zaitian's voice was like a burning flame. Although Fu Hongxue still didn't move, the veins on his left hand were already popping up. "Pull out your knife!" Sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes and flowed into the bridge of his high nose, and the soaked clothes clung to his back. Did Fu Hongxue never sweat?His hand was still holding the scabbard in the same posture, but the veins had protruded. Hua Mantian suddenly yelled, "Draw out your knife." "Now is not the time to draw the sword." Fu Hongxue said calmly. "Now is the time to draw the knife." Hua Mantian said, "I want to see if there is blood on your knife?" "This knife is not for people to see." Fu Hongxue said. "What are you going to do before you draw your sword?" Yun Zaitian said. "There is only one reason for me to draw the sword." Fu Hongxue said. "What reason?" Hua Mantian said, "Murder?" "That depends on who is killed." Fu Hongxue said, "I always only kill three kinds of people." "Which three?" "Enemy, villain..." "There is another kind of person, who is it?" Yun Zaitian said. Fu Hongxue turned to look at him coldly, and said coldly, "You are the kind of person who will force me to draw my sword." "Okay, well said." Yun Zaitian looked up to the sky and smiled, "I'm just waiting to hear your words." Yun Zaitian continued to laugh, and he clenched his hands tightly. Hua Mantian's sword flickered out again, and his eyes were already red. Fu Hongxue's eyes became brighter, as if he had been waiting for this moment. The moment the knife was drawn. But on this grassland that was as silent as death except for the sound of the wind, Gongsun's thunderous voice was suddenly heard. "Miss is back!"