Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 1364 Capture Eleven
Chapter 3 Chapter [-]
Just before taking two steps, Lin Fenghuo suddenly felt a strong pain.

It was a piercing pain. In my mind, it seemed that something was biting my soul.

"Let me go, let me out."

As if his mind was exploding, that voice suddenly sounded in Lin Fenghuo's mind, repeating a sentence over and over again.

Enduring the severe pain, Lin Fenghuo pressed his fingers against the wall and moved closer to the bed. His white fingers gradually turned blood red, and the blood flowed down the wall and onto the ground.

The piercing pain made his face hideous, his pupils had already been congested and bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were already scarlet.Lin Fenghuo covered his head with his hands, beat and roared, but what he got in return was increased pain.

Having lost the induction of his true essence, he was powerless to resist the sudden rise of his inner demons.

"It's you again, it's you again!"

Lin Fenghuo beat the wall, half of his eyes were scarlet and the other was pitch black. The dark pupils were like that crooked jailer, empty and empty.

"No!"

With a loud shout resounding in the cell, Lin Fenghuo stopped beating the wall suddenly, and sat panting heavily, the severe pain in his mind disappeared.

Lin Fenghuo struggled to get up and sat on the bed. His eyes were filled with confusion. Now his body must have undergone changes around him, and he was out of his control. Like the sharp pain, he didn't know why it happened, and he didn't know why. why scattered.

The emergence of inner demons is even more irregular.

This severe pain was extremely abnormal, even if he suffered some extremely serious injuries, it would not be so painful that his willpower could not support him in an instant.But it went quickly, and it only lasted for a few breaths before dissipating without a trace.

Extremely weird!

Before he had time to think about it, Lin Fenghuo was stunned, and an inexplicable sleepiness struck him instantly, and he lay down on the bed in an instant.

In the dream, Lin Fenghuo stood soberly in a huge hall.

At the beginning, he knew that this was a dream, and he knew very well that his own body was actually in that prison cell, and he never took this dream seriously.

However, as time passed by, Lin Fenghuo's memory faded away more and more. Whether this period of time was long or short, it was only half a cup of tea, and within tens of breaths. When anyone entered or exited the hall, only Lin Fenghuo looked around blankly.

He had forgotten everything, as if he should have been here, and he never remembered that it was a dream.

The hall is empty, with a few chairs covered with furs of unknown aliens; there are a few windows, but they are all covered with window paper.Through the window paper, you can still see that it is snowing heavily outside, but the hall is warm and comfortable. There is the sound of firewood burning in the stove, and there is a unique damp smell in the room, and there are small drops of water slowly. Slowly rising and hanging above the roof, it is the gas formed by the evaporation of the water in the house by the fireworks in the stove, floating up.

The hall is very large, with a high roof. There is a candle hanging around the roof. There are probably dozens of candles. If all the candles are lit, it can instantly illuminate the entire hall. Lin Fenghuo looked around for a week and couldn't find it. ladder.

There was only one step leading to the second floor, but the steps went up in the opposite direction to the candlelight, and he couldn't reach the candlelight even if he went up.

When looking around, Lin Fenghuo's pupils suddenly shrank.

There was blood on the steps to the second floor.

There are small scratches on the chairs placed in the hall, and the animal skins are cut into cracks one after another by sharp claws.

A portrait wrapped in glass was placed on the stove table, but the glass was broken and the portrait inside had long since disappeared.

There are blue-gray knife marks on the wall. When the flame of the stove is dancing, the knife marks on the wall and the cracks on the chair are twisting strangely.

On the ground, there was a long knife with blood on it.

Someone wrote two eye-catching characters on the floor with bloodstains: Hurry up.

Boom-boom-boom-!
There was a knock on the door.

Lin Fenghuo took a deep breath. Without touching anything in the house, he went straight to the door: "Who is it?"

A voice came from outside: "Hurry up at the yamen of the mansion, arrest the eleventh, is it the officer you sent someone to report to, right? Open the door."

Lin Fenghuo hesitantly opened the door. Outside was a young police officer with a yamen badge on his waist, with the word "Eleven" clearly engraved on it.

As soon as the policeman opened the door, he saw a stream of blood flowing down the stairs on the second floor of Lian Tong. He quickly walked up the stairs and said, "Stay where you are and close the door. I'll go up by myself." yes."

Lin Fenghuo was a little puzzled, but for some reason, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this young police officer, as if he had met him somewhere before, and subconsciously obeyed the other party's words.

When the young patrol went upstairs, Lin Fenghuo was always standing at the door, never moving a step.

The room was silent, and after the automatic policeman went upstairs, there was no sound, nor did he come down, only the blood continued to flow out.

Time passed slowly, and the stove was still burning with firewood.

dong dong dong——!
Just after half a cup of tea, there was another knock on the door.

Lin Fenghuo asked, "Who is here?"

"Hurry up at the yamen of the mansion, arrest the eleventh, is it you who sent someone to report to the officer? Open the door."

Lin Fenghuo was stunned. Isn't the arresting officer Eleven already upstairs?Who is the person outside the door!

Outside the door, there was still constant knocking on the door, and the voice became more urgent, as if urging something: "Investigate the case at the official residence, open the door."

Lin Fenghuo took a deep breath again and walked into the house. He wanted to bend down to pick up the bloody long knife on the ground, but there seemed to be a barrier between him and the long knife.

One step away from the long knife, but it cannot be touched.

Someone didn't want him to take a knife and wanted to trap him here!

He could feel his viscera and blood still beating and flowing.

"Scatter!" Lin Fenghuo said in a cold voice, the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly again, gusts of black air emerged, and his eyes turned from white to black in an instant. A sharp blade cut through the transparent barrier.

There was an inexplicable shattering sound in the empty hall, it was the crisp sound of the glass on the stove falling to the ground.The sound passed by, and the obstacle between Lin Fenghuo and the long knife disappeared in an instant, and the feeling of being bound by the shackles was suddenly broken away.

"what."

Someone let out a soft surprise.

Lin Fenghuo picked up the long knife, turned around and walked towards the stairs. The moment he held the handle of the knife in his palm, an inexplicable sense of familiarity spread throughout his body, as if this blood-stained long knife was the saber that had accompanied him for many years.

(End of this chapter)