Invincible,Starts from Immortal Venerable Father

"Tuan'er, don't be rude!" A shout came from inside the carriage.

The little servant girl called tuan'er stuck out her tongue and then retracted into the carriage.

Xue an smiled without saying a word and watched the carriage leave.

Until its back completely disappeared into the night, the smile on Xue an's face gradually faded away and replaced by a dignified and solemn color.

This is a small round mirror with fragments of ancient mirrors. It's outside the building. It's very beautiful to see your family.

These images are mixed together to form an indescribable and strange atmosphere.

More importantly, Xue an saw more from Yun lingxuan.

After a while, he sighed slightly, then looked down at the two dead bodies on the ground.

At this moment, the blood on the corpse has already solidified, and the boundary has disappeared with Xue an's intention to fight.

However, because this street is remote and late at night, it has not been found.

Xue an didn't clean up the mess, but glanced at the darkness in the distance, and then turned into a startled Hong and disappeared.

At the same time, on the far away carriage, the little servant girl group was talking about something.

"Miss, I think this tattoo childe is very good and beautiful. Although his strength is not very strong, it is also good. The key is that he has a very good gift Festival. Such people will certainly treat you in the future. Why don't you try?"

Silence remained inside the curtain.

Tuan'er sighed, "Miss, I didn't say you. You really need to change your temper. You're so cold. How nice people have to be scared away by you..."

Before the voice fell, a light drink came from the carriage, "don't say it, my mind is dead, it's hard to change it!"

Tuan'er looked stiff and dared not speak again, but his eyes were full of heartache.

In the carriage, Yun lingxuan silently rubbed the small round mirror in her hand, and her face was full of complex and unspeakable look.

At the same time, on the empty street, a watchman was coming here.

As he walked, he kept mumbling.

"It's really unlucky that I was assigned to this ghost place. I can't even see a personal movie, let alone earn some extra money!"

"I really envy the people assigned to Anle street. Tut tut! There are Hualou chuguan everywhere. The more this time comes, the more lively it is. You can not only get more rewards, but also have a good look at those girls. They are not like me..."

Before he finished, the watchman fell to the ground and even threw out the lantern in his hand.

"Oh, but I fell to death. Shit, I don't sleep at night. I'm drunk and lying in the middle of the road?"

The watchman scolded and thought that the man lying on the ground was a drunk.

But when he picked up the lantern on the ground and lit it, he couldn't help but be scared out of his wits.

Because just against the light, there were two dead bodies lying on the ground.

One of them lost his head, and the other was tied with a rope around his neck. His tongue stretched out and was obviously hanged alive.

In this remote street, under such a bleak night, two such tragic dead bodies suddenly appeared.

This picture is not acceptable to ordinary people.

At least the watchman was foolish. He didn't open his mouth to shout until a moment later.

But just then, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind him and covered the watchman's mouth.

The hand was cold and piercing. The watchman's eyes widened in an instant, then his eyes turned over and fainted.

The man slowly put the watchman to the ground and then walked out of the darkness.

Under the dim light of the lantern, it was the man who talked to Ren Ning in the theater.

He looked at the tragic battlefield with a dignified face, then took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to lift the two dead bodies on the ground and carried them on his shoulders.

Then he took a sudden breath, and countless black fog spread and attached to the blood on the ground.

A moment later, the black fog gathered back. Looking at the whole street, the ground became clean and there was no more blood.

After all this, the man just flashed away and disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, the watchman on the ground woke up, and then jumped up from the ground with lightning.

"Mom, there are ghosts... Eh?"

The watchman looked at the clean ground with a puzzled face.

Don't mention the dead body. There's not even a trace of blood.

What's going on?

Did you read it wrong?

But I clearly saw two dead bodies lying on the ground, and what happened to the hand that grabbed my neck?

That kind of cold can't be fake at all.

Just then, a cold wind blew, and the watchman shivered. Then he picked up the lanterns on the ground and ran away.

Since then, the street has been rumored to be haunted.

Of course, these are all later words. There is no need to say more.

At the same time, the man carried two bodies through the night.

But a moment later, it came to the street behind the theater.

At this time, the theater was closed. In addition, few people came to this street, so it was very quiet.

The man climbed over the wall, crossed a yard, finally came to the door of a house, and then pushed the door in.

The room was not big. There was only a table by the window with an oil lamp on it.

The flickering fire made the room look very dark.

The actor was writing at his desk at the moment. When he heard the door, he didn't even lift his head, let alone speak.

He didn't speak, and the man didn't say a word. He just stood there quietly waiting with two bodies on his shoulders.

Finally, the actor raised his head and slowly put down his pen.

"What's the matter?"

"The people of Shura hall are dead!"

Then the man threw the two bodies on his shoulders on the ground.

The actor looked back and saw the dead body on the ground.

"Young three, white seven?"

"Yes, they are!"

"Who did it?"

"I don't know. I was resting in the inn. Suddenly I felt it occasionally, as if someone called me in my ear, so I went out to check and saw this scene!" The man's face was dignified.

The actor walked to the two bodies and squatted down to check them carefully.

The dead bodies of the two bodies were terrible, but the actor did not dislike them at all, but examined them very carefully.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and breathed out.

"Master! Absolute master."

"The white old seven first broke his head with a fist, and then the man pulled out the young old three's tongue and made a rope to hang him! Apart from anything else, this cruel means alone is by no means ordinary people."

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