Chapter 195: Dying handwriting

The busy streets of Kunwu City come and go like ordinary times, like the peace and prosperity, and the happiness of all beings. The Kunlun Mountains in the distance are majestic, and the sun and the cymbals on the flying geese platform. Lu Chen touches Atu and lays on the bed of the wooden house, quietly watching the scenery outside the window. The horse sat there, changed his clothes, carried a pot of water, and washed his hands carefully.
A little bloodstains make the water a little red.
He looked at the red, his face was a little strange, and stretched out a finger to make a few strokes in the reddish place in the water wave, as if it was a random stir, and a bit like writing a word.
A faint bloodshot wrapped around his fingertips, floating and dispersing in the water, so that the word could not always be formed, and soon the blood color itself disappeared. The old horse looked up and looked at the sky. After a moment of silence, he pulled a cloth towel from the side and carefully wiped his palm without leaving any traces.
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The morning wind blew through Kunwu with a little chill.
There was a group of people outside the gate of a house, and there was a faint blood in the air, which floated out of that person's house. The onlookers looked a little excited. It seemed that ordinary days had gone too long, and finally there was a lively scene to watch, but no one tried to enter the yard from beginning to end.
Who is a fool these days?
Ming Zhe is justified to keep himself cold and watch.
Until later, a figure suddenly rushed from a distance and rushed into the house like a dangling arrow, because the speed was too fast and even a shattering sound of emptiness made people unable to see his figure. And face.
Immediately afterwards, several more figures came along, but they landed at the gate of this house, except that they all appeared clearly in front of them. There was a commotion in the onlookers, because the few people standing in front of the door who were obviously on guard were all monks dressed in Kunlun school disciples.
The person who rushed ahead the fastest was He Yi; and the place he rushed into, he had visited several times before, and was the residence of his brother He Gang.
When he rushed to receive the report, when he just arrived here and smelled the looming breath, his heart slowly sank until he rushed to the courtyard and saw That scene was bloody.
He Gang was lying on the ground in the middle of the yard and was dead.
There was a trace of blood stains beside him, which continued from the bedroom where he lived to where he died at the moment. It seemed that he had been struggling to crawl over from there.
He bleed a lot of blood, so it seemed that his skin was a little pale, which made his disfigured face even more frightening; He Gang's eyes were still wide, as if he wasn't staring, but no one knew he was looking before he was dying What's up.
He Yi stood there stiffly, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground. Apparently just a few days ago, he was sitting with himself, looking forward to the bright future in the future with hope, even exaggeratingly. My brother was thinking about what a good he should find in the future.
Sometimes, Yi He really thought that he and his younger brother could continue to live like this for a long time, that he would become famous, that he would be successful, and that he would take good care of him for a lifetime.
The past is flashing from his mind at that instant, from the lonely childhood brothers who depended on each other, to the support that he has passed through for so many years, he has grown from a young child to a mature one. The only thing that remains unchanged is him The "brother" of his smile sounded like a death knell in his ear again.
He just felt that his heart was beating madly, as if he was about to burst immediately. He thought he was going to go crazy and shouting, but at the end, he couldn't make any sound.
He just stepped forward with a few hesitations, and then knelt gently beside his brother's body.
Bloody breath rushed across.
He suddenly felt like trying to vomit.
His hand trembled a little, slowly reached out, and gently touched He Gang's head.
My brother's head shook slightly, and nothing happened. At the tentacles, there was a bit of ice cold on his fingertips as if it had penetrated into the bones. He clenched his teeth, twisted his mouth silently, and then lowered his head, his whole body was tensed and shivered. Go on.
He died, he died, he died ...
There was a grin on his face, no tears, only desolation. Then he gently wiped his brother's eyes with his hands, trying to rest him at least, but tried several times, but found that the eyes could not be closed.
He Yi slowly retracted his hand.
"Okay," he said softly. "Just keep your eyes open and your brother promises you that he will take revenge."
He Gang's face remained unchanged, and there was such a thing as death after death, as if after all it was just a legend.
He Yi lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then began to help his brother silently clean his body, smooth his shirt, and put his body flat, and then he found that He Gang had a hand under his body all the time.
He tried to pull his hand out, but when he turned over He Gang's body only half of a sudden, he suddenly trembled and stopped suddenly.
After a while, he relaxed his movements and gently opened He Gang's body aside, exposing the piece of ground he had been holding. He Gang's palm was still there, and his fingers were stained with red blood, and he wrote a crooked and terrible handwriting on the ground with blood.
"Sue!"
The distorted handwriting, such as the sharp blade inserted into his chest, the dripping blood, was printed in his eyes like a burning red flame.
He Yi stared at the word, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. At this time, footsteps came from behind him, and some of his masters came in.
He Yi seemed to want to say something, but quickly closed his mouth again, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly closed.
His face became bleak and finally indifferent. He stood up and stepped on it, but stepped on the word.
The next few Kunlun disciples came over and glanced at the scene. There was an expression of irritation on their faces, and they all came up to comfort He Yi.
He Yi nodded slowly and didn't say anything more, just whispered: "Thank you all for helping me."
With that said, he walked slowly, but between the steps, there seemed to be infinitely heavy pressure on his shoulder. When the steps moved forward, a dazzling blood stain was drawn under his feet, and a blood stain was blurred.
Some people took him aside to rest, while others came to sigh and prepare to clean up the mess. A glance at the ground in the middle was bloody, but nothing was left.
Only when the sun fell, the and tragic shadow shone.
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It's thirteen days before the full moon next month.
There is some turmoil in the Kunlun School, which is about He Yi. His only relative, his uncle's brother He Gang, was suddenly killed in the city of Kunwu and abandoned in the courtyard. The news came that He Yi was overly sad and could hardly be a director, so the He Chang life case, which caused a lot of trouble, suddenly went silent again.
The lonely real person who cherishes his disciples once again recalls He Yi in the name of retreat. He went to the door of Xianyue real person to plead guilty and took this responsibility on his head. However, the real person in Xianyue was also enlightened, and did not really pursue anything. Anyway, no matter how to say it, everyone is also in the same door. Blame that the demon demon is too treacherous and cunning.
It was just in the ancestral gate that everyone seemed to be indignant at the bones of the evil religion, but secretly whispered some secrets that were hard to come to the table. He just didn't die early, but he died late, but He Yi died when he pursued the murders in a big way. He died after He Yi detained the Su family?
The water is deep inside.
Many people are talking like this, with a meaningful smile on their faces.
The Su family kept silent all the time. Originally, when they returned to Su Mo, they resently resisted and retaliated. But suddenly, all Su families were locked up by Su Tianhe overnight. Can't easily go out.
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When the moon at night gradually began to become fuller day by day from the smallest crescent, Lu Chen also went out several times in the middle of the night, hoping to encounter that weird three-eyed monster again, but never reward.
That night seemed really like a fantasy dream, everything seemed to be the same as before, nothing changed.
Until that night, he suddenly saw Ah Tu lying on the window sill, looked up suddenly, hissed toward the black sky, and heard the stern shout.
Lu Chen sat up suddenly.
After Ah Tu shouted, he turned his head to glance at him, and suddenly jumped out of the window. Lu Chen almost did not hesitate, and went straight out, followed Atu, and ran all the way to the jungle behind Feiyantai Mountain.
The dark mountain forest exudes a deep darkness under the night. The ancient and burly trees are like tall giants, but Ah Tu seems to have no fear of this and ran straight into the forest.
Lu Chen followed, ran through, and gradually came to the depths of this mountain forest. Then somewhere, A Tu stopped suddenly, and Lu Chen slowed down and stood beside him, first looking at it, and then looking around.
It was a little dark around, but there was a shadow of a large stone in front of it.
Lu Chen's face suddenly changed, he took a few steps forward, and then gradually saw the things there.
On the edge of the stone were the bodies of many birds and beasts, all of which were bitten to death.
He glanced back and stared at Atu, only to see in the darkness that the dim light in Atu's eyes gradually brightened and gradually brightened.
Like a green flame.