let me be quiet

Chapter 50

With an order, the three big men took off the rope that bound Cui Ling from their waists, tied Hua Li who kept shouting and had something to say, and tied Hua Li firmly. The sedan chair, take it away.

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Qian Yitong woke up from the cold, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Wangqing Valley was located deep in the rocky mountain, the temperature at night was very cold.

He was able to bear Huali's two sticks and Mao Mao's two pots, but he insisted on drinking the wine that was drugged or poisoned. Let Huali succeed.

He took a deep breath and covered his head, put his other hand on the edge of the table, and pulled himself up from the ground.

There are only two fence walls on the left and right of the wine canopy, the back is against the cliff, and the other side is open to meet the full moon. The moonlight is shining like water pouring down, diluting the dreamy peach blossoms at the bottom of the valley and turning them into silver.

As cold as Qian Yitong's heart, he shouted through the moonlight: "Damn flower demon! How dare you knock me out! How dare you steal my pill! Don't let me catch you!"

After shouting, he flew up and picked up the sword on the table. The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the essence of moonlight glowed, shining brightly. The sword pointed to the sky and shot out through the air, breaking through the grass roof of the wine canopy. world.

A pair of arrogant eyes can't be seen, but seeing the peach blossoms under his feet are still there, he let out a low chirp, flew towards the silver powder and swiped his sword four times: "Dare to mess with my heart, damn it, dare to mess with my heart!"

With the sound of swishing, Qian Yitong floated to the ground, retracted the sword, sheathed it, turned around, and walked out of the valley with his whole face hidden.

Behind him, the seemingly intact peach blossom grove fell, one tree after another fell, and within a few miles around, silver powder was flying all over the sky, fragrant the moon in the deep sky.

All the way to the north, I came out of the stone mountain with overlapping shadows under the moonlight. After half a stick of incense, I went to the farmhouse where Huali was tied up, and it was already midnight.

The soaring blood couldn't escape Qian Yitong's eyes, he frowned, and said in his heart: What a rage.

With a light tiptoe, he landed in front of the open door, and Qian Yitong walked in alone.

The moonlight shrouded the entire small courtyard in a bleak bleakness, and the corners that could not be illuminated were even darker, and the low snickering sounds of ghosts hovered in the air.

Qian Yitong took half a fire bag, held it in his hand, and walked into the open tiled house of the farmhouse, but he didn't see the corpse.

Only scattered bloodstains and marks left by the fighting were seen. A deformed long-handled pot and a blood-stained pole were very conspicuous, and the food on the table was scattered all over the floor.

Qian Yitong picked up a smear of blood with his fingertips, put it between his nose and sniffed lightly, his brows were furrowed even tighter.

Suddenly, there was a movement behind him, like a figure flashing past, Qian Yitong suddenly turned around, but found nothing.

He pulled out the sword on his back with his backhand, held it in his hand, held up the fire pocket with one hand, and moved towards the outside of the house step by step.

There was another strange noise behind him, Qian Yitong turned around in an instant on one side of his helix, but there was still no one there, only the glaring bloodstains glowing with strange blackness under the bright yellow light of the fire fold, blending with the darkness in the corner.

Qian Yitong swept his eyebrows, looked up suddenly, and saw an old woman hanging upside down from the beam with green face and fangs, eyes staring like copper bells, pupils were pitch-black, she opened her mouth and screamed and jumped towards him.

Qian Yitong felt that he was not in a hurry, and flew back several meters outside the house, pointing the tip of his sword at the old woman: "You are neither a corpse nor a ghost, what exactly are you?"

The old woman threw herself into the air, tiptoed, flew out of the room, followed her again, stretched out her fingers like claws, and came straight towards Qian Yitong's face.