Museum of Demons

　　 rumbling.

　　 There was a deep thunder in the sky.

When the previously quiet female ghost heard Wei Yuan’s words, she suddenly reacted violently. Her pair of hollow black eyes stared at Wei Yuan’s side, and then disappeared suddenly, moving towards this side in a very strange way. Appears, black hair grows, and there are signs of covering the sky in the ghost domain.

　　 The miserable spirit and evil spirit are more intense than ever.

　　At this moment, under Wei Yuan's black umbrella, another figure walked out and greeted Qiniang's soul.

　　 Zhou Yi hadn't recovered from the innocent people who needed to be protected before suddenly became unpredictable, and she saw the old man face to him.

She didn't see that the old man was also soul-obsessed. She subconsciously screamed back. She instinctively stepped to stop her, but she was stopped by Wei Yuan next to her. Zhou Yi was exhausted and couldn't move forward. She reached out and held Wei Yuan with her hand, and said in an urgent tone: Stop him, it's too dangerous, is he going to die?!"

　　 Wei Yuan said: "This may be what he has always hoped for."

"what?!"

　　 At this time, Zhou Yi had already seen the state of the old man, his complexion changed.

　　 Wei Yuan watched the old man's movements without looking away, and slowly said:

"I suddenly have a question, Officer Zhou, when a person has been suffering for a lifetime because of a mistake, and has always wanted to atone for his sins with death, should we stop him? Do we have the qualifications to stop him and use us To make the decision for him?"

　　 "Can people really feel the same way?"

　　 Zhou Yi was speechless.

　　 The old man's obsessional spirit ran towards the female ghost.

　　 The female ghost screamed sharply, her hands were pale, her nails were dark and long, and she leaned forward.

　　 The old man leaned down suddenly.

　　 He has grown up, he is very old, and he is taller than the female ghost, so judging from this action, he almost sent his chest over.

　　 噗噗, the female ghost's hands penetrated the old man's chest without any hesitation.

　　 The old man’s soul did not have the slightest pain, with a look of finally relief, was thrown away by the female ghost, staggered two steps, then knelt down, his forehead hit the ground heavily, choking loudly:

　　 "Qiniang, Xiao Fifteen has knocked your head!"

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, woooooooo, I can't help you, sorry..."

　　 The old man cried bitterly.

　　 The pain in the cry and the deep self-blame are so clear.

　　 Zhou Yi was stunned, and then guessed, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

　　 Is this Li Gui’s heart? !

　　 If it is really misunderstood and died due to wrongs, then those who misunderstood her back then sincerely apologized and died in her own hands. This should be able to relieve Li Gui’s extreme negative emotions. That would be a good opportunity.

　　 But the ghost of Qiniang hasn't changed at all.

　　 She pulled out her palm, without even looking at the old man, she looked at Wei Yuan with her black eyes.

　　'S resentment and hostility are even heavier.

　　 This means that the old man's apology did not shake Li Gui.

　　 Li Gui's predecessor didn't care about this.

The old man staggered and knocked his head three times. His soul obsession was pierced. After this action, he slowly disappeared. His wrinkled face was full of tears. Finally, he saw the girl who smiled that year and passed the candy to his own girl. In the end, sternly jumped off Ishii's red clothes, and in the end, there was a huge snow in front of me.

　　 My heart is knotted, my soul collapsed.

　　The female ghost attacked Wei Yuan.

　　 Wei Yuan flicked his right hand, and the black cloth umbrella spun towards the female ghost. At the same time, he took a step back, the piano case opened, and the eight-faced Chinese sword came out of its sheath.

　　 Starting with a generous sword, Wei Yuan must be in his heart.

　　 The black hair rushed in front of his eyes, and with a movement of his hand, the eight-faced man sword moved from the bottom to the top, flicking to block.

　　 while blocking the black hair with the sword body, stepped to one side to avoid it.

　　 At the same time, the Jian Feng turned slightly and pulled the black hair off with brute force.

　　 The black hair pierced the stone slab again.

　　The sword in Wei Yuan's hand was slashed down, cutting off a strand of black hair, and with his left hand drew the broken sword from his waist, as a dagger to make up for the loopholes in the swordsmanship, holding the sword in his backhand, and slashing horizontally.

　　The entanglement of Yin Qi on the broken sword can cause more damage to the female ghost.

　　The black hair was blown apart.

　　 then converged and penetrated directly from the underground.

　　 Wei Yuan quickly dodged in his footsteps, rolling violently, a sword light streaming by, and while avoiding the black hair, the eight-faced sword swept across.

　　…………

　　 Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi stood at the same place, watching the collision between the sword power and the black-haired ghost domain, sweating on their foreheads.

　　 Swordsmanship is simple, crisp, and even plain.

　　 But every move and every style is murderous.

　　Xuan stared at the battle, substituting himself into the opponent of swordsmanship.

　　 Slowly, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and his complexion becomes whiter.

　　 With the kind of simple sword technique just now, if he can't make a few moves, he will be beheaded, or pierced into the heart, and blood will flow.

　　 This is not like the swordsmanship of the martial arts.

　　 I rushed for my life every move.

　　 This is ancient battlefield swordsmanship.

　　 And it’s the kind that has really been experienced on the battlefield.

He closed his eyes and did not dare to focus on swordsmanship anymore. Instead, he looked at the whole battle and looked for places where he could help. Both Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi had been taught by the elders of their teachers, and they soon saw it. Although that swordsmanship is strong, it is still limited to the level of mortal martial arts, and it is a martial arts that specializes in killing. It does not have an advantage in the face of demons.

　　While Wei Yuan kept moving forward, he was just constantly blocking the attacks of ghosts and narrowing the distance with the female ghosts, but he didn't care much about killing the enemy.

　　 "What does he want to do?"

　　…………

when.

　　 The eight-faced Hanjian block prevents the weird black hair that grows out of the void.

　　 Black water dripped from the black hair, and it fell on the sword, and there were traces of corrosion on the long sword.

Wei Yuan glanced at it and squeezed the blade tightly. He could feel that the grade of the eight-faced sword, which was not a good sword, had dropped again. Under this circumstance, he would not even be able to shoot with all his strength, or it would even break in the middle. risks of.

　　 But he has invaded within three meters of the female ghost itself.

　　 The black hair in the void stabbed Xiang Wei Yuan like a spear.

　　 Not far away, Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi's complexion changed suddenly.

　　 Wei Yuan has no fear on his face, just holding a sword.

　　 Looking at the ghost with its lowered face and hollow eyes, he sighed and whispered softly:

　　 "Fu Pengyi, I did not abandon you."

　　 The sharp black hair like a spear array stopped abruptly in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

　　 ticking, ticking...

　　 A drop of water fell from the black hair.

　　 Then those black hair became softer.

　　 It’s just that the hostility did not dissipate.

　　 Wei Yuan loosened his left hand holding the Crouching Tiger waist card, and took out a thick stack of letters from his pocket. The top was a gray-white photo, and the following was a t-shirt report. He handed it over and said:

　　 "Fu Pengyi from Jiangnan Road, Yu Minglie Wu joined the army in the seventeenth year, defending China, and died heroic."

　　 "This is his relic, part of it for his parents."

　　 "In the letter and the t-shirt, I wrote it to his wife, Wan Qiniang. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 He released his hand, the letter paper did not fall.

　　 This is the ghost domain.

The wisps of wind made those letter papers fly in the air, and then spread out, flying around like white snow, around the female ghost, opening one by one, Wei Yuan holding the sword, standing by the side, when the last When a letter dyed in red fell in front of the woman, her movements stopped.

　　 The name of the letter is written with his wife.

Wei Yuan has seen the content inside 　　.

I have loved books, paintings, flowers, and wine and beauty all my life, but it is not as good as my heart for you, and my heart for you is worse than my love for my homeland. Now China is suffering, we should die for the country. There is still life to come back, listen to you in the south of the Yangtze River, there will be no difference in this life; if I never come back, you sing anywhere in China, I can hear.

　　 My generation should be with my family and country.

　　 And I am to you, still that sentence, there is no birth in this life, only death.

　　 Fu Fu Peng has a great pen.

　　The letter was written one month after the incident on Jiangnan Road. Before that, only Fu Pengyi was signed. After that, the letter paper became husband Fu Pengyi. The meaning was self-explanatory, but it was just accompanied by the army and there was no way to send it out.

　　 Wei Yuan wiped the wound on one side of his cheek, leaning against the side pillar, holding a sword and closing his eyes, did not take the opportunity to attack.

　　 A moment later, a low sob sounded in his ear, followed by a sad cry.

　　 The woman in red was holding the letterhead, crying into tears.

　　 The hostility disappeared slowly with tears.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the wisps of night mist in the ghost domain.

　　 The people of the world have a thousand words, walks in thousands of mountains and rivers, and have a thousand experiences.

　　 Have you ever heard a ghost sob?

　　 Thousands of people in the world slander me and slander me, so why are you alone?