Chapter 496
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After sunset, due to the special geographical location and the winter season, the cold fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it is almost impossible to see things. Therefore, every family in yaxia town will not go out again after nightfall, and most of them will go back to their rooms after dinner.
Not far from the only Inn in town, there was a shabby house belonging to a simple man and his wife.
This man is a lonely man. He usually makes a living by cutting trees in the woods. At the same time, he and his wife have no children. Therefore, he seems to be a little distant from the rest of the town. He doesn't often meet with each other on weekdays.
Recently, the middle-aged man still went to the pine forest outside the town to cut wood at a fixed time every day, and his wife would occasionally appear in front of people. Therefore, no townspeople knew that one month ago, an old man with shabby clothes and gray hair knocked on the man's door to drink water. Since then, he has never made a step.
At this time, a light was shining outside the shabby house, and everything in the yard was as before January. Although the furniture was scarce, it was neatly arranged and not disordered.
But strangely, in this house, there is smoke rising in the evening, but no one is eating in the kitchen, including the bedroom, which is also empty. The light cold fog spreads and covers the room, which is very gloomy.
The middle-aged man who used to live here used to be a prominent figure in yaxia town. Therefore, the old house has a large area. There is also a deserted backyard, which is used by the man as a place to store the felled timber. However, among the ruins of the backyard, there is a broken room with three figures in the room.
Two stand, one sit.
The standing two men had empty eyes, dull eyes and motionless. If they looked carefully, they were two dead puppets. However, the figures sitting on the ground were living people. They were hidden under the big black robes and melted into the darkness.
After a while, the figure gently raised his head and opened his eyes. It was like burning two pale ghost fires between the cold fog. Then it stretched out his withered right hand and gently took down the dark boat suspended around him. The old voice sounded faintly.
"There is no place to find, and it takes no effort to get here. You haven't made a step in that city and palace for more than ten years. I've tried my best to get close to it. Now, you've come out, and you're willing to leave the city!"
The old voice reverberated in the broken house with uncontrollable excitement and excitement. At the same time, the ghost fire burning in the cold fog kept beating up and down. But the next breath, the voice returned to calm, just like talking to himself. He asked softly:
"what should I do?"
The voice of inquiry fell down. In the dark, he fell into a strange silence. Sitting on the ground, the old man in black who had been hiding in this shabby room for more than a month, fell into a long time of thinking and choice, and kept asking himself in his mind.
In his whole life, there are many choices similar to the present, which can be summarized in a few words, namely, war or escape!
But he's been on the run, he's been on the run all his life.
He can't remember when he chose to escape for the first time, but sometimes courage is like this. Once lost, it's hard to come back, especially the courage to face death.
He was afraid of death more than anything.
Therefore, in the Central Plains of the cold fog, the ghost fire which was burning and jumping first, and the boundless ghost which was constantly encircling the whole body, suddenly seemed to be poured a basin of cold water, and suddenly extinguished and disappeared.
Baimingxiu, the great elder of mingzong, still insisted on his consistent choice. He wanted to escape!
Therefore, under the cover of the black robe, Bai Mingxiu slowly stood up from the ground. Somehow, there was a voice in his heart that kept echoing in his mind.
"For more than ten years, you have been waiting for such an opportunity. In early autumn, you used your whole life to prove that you are not inferior to xiuyuyan, and you are still worthy of Zhao Wuji. But now Zhao Wuji has not been found. As long as you kill xiuyuyan, Zhao will be heartbroken in the summer. This is a good opportunity once in a blue moon."
Bai Mingxiu stepped forward with his right foot, stayed in the same place, and then fell into a long struggle again. Finally, he gently stretched out his right hand and patted forward. The two standing figures around him became powder and dissipated.
At the next breath, a dark ship with infinite ghost spirit was flying straight into the sky, as if sailing in another space, soundless.
Meanwhile, on the streets of the town, Jiang Tu, deputy commander of the Japanese army, and Xin Hao, a young Confucian scholar, were walking side by side.
As it was getting late, the dense fog had covered everything around, and even the light that could have given out a trace of orange had disappeared completely.
Thick fog cut off the whole town of yaxia!
Jiang Tu squinted his eyes and glanced around. Then the rolling evil spirit of his body, like a flame, was burning outwards and came out of his body. In an instant, he forced the cold fog around him. His sight became very clear. At the same time, a cold voice sounded faintly:
"we need to speed up. The Empress Dowager is waiting, and there is a light in front of him Well, go there and have a look. "After they finished speaking, their bodies became blurred, and then they turned into red and white. With only a few breath, they came to the front door of the house.
Later, the young Confucian scholar Xin Hao raised his hand and gently knocked on the gate, making a clear sound. At the same time, his clear voice came out:
"the master can be here. I'm the Daxia academy, Xinhao, who just arrived here. Can I open the door for a talk
As the voice dropped, there was no sound coming out of the room. Xin Hao frowned suspiciously and again knocked on the door. This time, he added a little strength, so the voice was louder, but there was still no response from behind the door.
Jiang Tu and Xin Hao looked at each other. The former just wanted to go to another house to have a look. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a cold fog came out of the courtyard behind the door. Their faces changed greatly and they spoke out directly:
"there is corpse smell in the fog!"
At the next breath, Jiang Tu, with a cold face, makes Jiang Tu smash the gate in front of him with a fist, and the two men step into it.
At the same time, in the sky above yaxia Town, the ship of the nether world, which had been rapidly far away, suddenly stopped in place, and then an old voice of gnashing teeth sounded inside the ship.
"I've escaped all my life, but I can't escape my life. I don't know that the avenue has given me such an opportunity to die without trying."
The voice falls, and the nether world turns around, just like a dagger stabbed by death in the dark, and falls straight down to the bottom!
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After sunset, due to the special geographical location and the winter season, the cold fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it is almost impossible to see things. Therefore, every family in yaxia town will not go out again after nightfall, and most of them will go back to their rooms after dinner.
Not far from the only Inn in town, there was a shabby house belonging to a simple man and his wife.
This man is a lonely man. He usually makes a living by cutting trees in the woods. At the same time, he and his wife have no children. Therefore, he seems to be a little distant from the rest of the town. He doesn't often meet with each other on weekdays.
Recently, the middle-aged man still went to the pine forest outside the town to cut wood at a fixed time every day, and his wife would occasionally appear in front of people. Therefore, no townspeople knew that one month ago, an old man with shabby clothes and gray hair knocked on the man's door to drink water. Since then, he has never made a step.
At this time, a light was shining outside the shabby house, and everything in the yard was as before January. Although the furniture was scarce, it was neatly arranged and not disordered.
But strangely, in this house, there is smoke rising in the evening, but no one is eating in the kitchen, including the bedroom, which is also empty. The light cold fog spreads and covers the room, which is very gloomy.
The middle-aged man who used to live here used to be a prominent figure in yaxia town. Therefore, the old house has a large area. There is also a deserted backyard, which is used by the man as a place to store the felled timber. However, among the ruins of the backyard, there is a broken room with three figures in the room.
Two stand, one sit.
The standing two men had empty eyes, dull eyes and motionless. If they looked carefully, they were two dead puppets. However, the figures sitting on the ground were living people. They were hidden under the big black robes and melted into the darkness.
After a while, the figure gently raised his head and opened his eyes. It was like burning two pale ghost fires between the cold fog. Then it stretched out his withered right hand and gently took down the dark boat suspended around him. The old voice sounded faintly.
"There is no place to find, and it takes no effort to get here. You haven't made a step in that city and palace for more than ten years. I've tried my best to get close to it. Now, you've come out, and you're willing to leave the city!"
The old voice reverberated in the broken house with uncontrollable excitement and excitement. At the same time, the ghost fire burning in the cold fog kept beating up and down. But the next breath, the voice returned to calm, just like talking to himself. He asked softly:
"what should I do?"
The voice of inquiry fell down. In the dark, he fell into a strange silence. Sitting on the ground, the old man in black who had been hiding in this shabby room for more than a month, fell into a long time of thinking and choice, and kept asking himself in his mind.
In his whole life, there are many choices similar to the present, which can be summarized in a few words, namely, war or escape!
But he's been on the run, he's been on the run all his life.
He can't remember when he chose to escape for the first time, but sometimes courage is like this. Once lost, it's hard to come back, especially the courage to face death.
He was afraid of death more than anything.
Therefore, in the Central Plains of the cold fog, the ghost fire which was burning and jumping first, and the boundless ghost which was constantly encircling the whole body, suddenly seemed to be poured a basin of cold water, and suddenly extinguished and disappeared.
Baimingxiu, the great elder of mingzong, still insisted on his consistent choice. He wanted to escape!
Therefore, under the cover of the black robe, Bai Mingxiu slowly stood up from the ground. Somehow, there was a voice in his heart that kept echoing in his mind.
"For more than ten years, you have been waiting for such an opportunity. In early autumn, you used your whole life to prove that you are not inferior to xiuyuyan, and you are still worthy of Zhao Wuji. But now Zhao Wuji has not been found. As long as you kill xiuyuyan, Zhao will be heartbroken in the summer. This is a good opportunity once in a blue moon."
Bai Mingxiu stepped forward with his right foot, stayed in the same place, and then fell into a long struggle again. Finally, he gently stretched out his right hand and patted forward. The two standing figures around him became powder and dissipated.
At the next breath, a dark ship with infinite ghost spirit was flying straight into the sky, as if sailing in another space, soundless.
Meanwhile, on the streets of the town, Jiang Tu, deputy commander of the Japanese army, and Xin Hao, a young Confucian scholar, were walking side by side.
As it was getting late, the dense fog had covered everything around, and even the light that could have given out a trace of orange had disappeared completely.
Thick fog cut off the whole town of yaxia!
Jiang Tu squinted his eyes and glanced around. Then the rolling evil spirit of his body, like a flame, was burning outwards and came out of his body. In an instant, he forced the cold fog around him. His sight became very clear. At the same time, a cold voice sounded faintly:
"we need to speed up. The Empress Dowager is waiting, and there is a light in front of him Well, go there and have a look. "After they finished speaking, their bodies became blurred, and then they turned into red and white. With only a few breath, they came to the front door of the house.
Later, the young Confucian scholar Xin Hao raised his hand and gently knocked on the gate, making a clear sound. At the same time, his clear voice came out:
"the master can be here. I'm the Daxia academy, Xinhao, who just arrived here. Can I open the door for a talk
As the voice dropped, there was no sound coming out of the room. Xin Hao frowned suspiciously and again knocked on the door. This time, he added a little strength, so the voice was louder, but there was still no response from behind the door.
Jiang Tu and Xin Hao looked at each other. The former just wanted to go to another house to have a look. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a cold fog came out of the courtyard behind the door. Their faces changed greatly and they spoke out directly:
"there is corpse smell in the fog!"
At the next breath, Jiang Tu, with a cold face, makes Jiang Tu smash the gate in front of him with a fist, and the two men step into it.
At the same time, in the sky above yaxia Town, the ship of the nether world, which had been rapidly far away, suddenly stopped in place, and then an old voice of gnashing teeth sounded inside the ship.
"I've escaped all my life, but I can't escape my life. I don't know that the avenue has given me such an opportunity to die without trying."
The voice falls, and the nether world turns around, just like a dagger stabbed by death in the dark, and falls straight down to the bottom!
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After sunset, due to the special geographical location and the winter season, the cold fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it is almost impossible to see things. Therefore, every family in yaxia town will not go out again after nightfall, and most of them will go back to their rooms after dinner. Not far from the only Inn in town, there was a shabby house belonging to a simple man and his wife. This man is a lonely man. He usually makes a living by cutting trees in the woods. At the same time, he and his wife have no children. Therefore, he seems to be a little distant from the rest of the town. He doesn't often meet with each other on weekdays. Recently, the middle-aged man still went to the pine forest outside the town to cut wood at a fixed time every day, and his wife would occasionally appear in front of people. Therefore, no townspeople knew that one month ago, an old man with shabby clothes and gray hair knocked on the man's door to drink water. Since then, he has never made a step. At this time, a light was shining outside the shabby house, and everything in the yard was as before January. Although the furniture was scarce, it was neatly arranged and not disordered. But strangely, in this house, there is smoke rising in the evening, but no one is eating in the kitchen, including the bedroom, which is also empty. The light cold fog spreads and covers the room, which is very gloomy. The middle-aged man who used to live here used to be a prominent figure in yaxia town. Therefore, the old house has a large area. There is also a deserted backyard, which is used by the man as a place to store the felled timber. However, among the ruins of the backyard, there is a broken room with three figures in the room. Two stand, one sit. The standing two men had empty eyes, dull eyes and motionless. If they looked carefully, they were two dead puppets. However, the figures sitting on the ground were living people. They were hidden under the big black robes and melted into the darkness. After a while, the figure gently raised his head and opened his eyes. It was like burning two pale ghost fires between the cold fog. Then it stretched out his withered right hand and gently took down the dark boat suspended around him. The old voice sounded faintly. "There is no place to find, and it takes no effort to get here. You haven't made a step in that city and palace for more than ten years. I've tried my best to get close to it. Now, you've come out, and you're willing to leave the city!" The old voice reverberated in the broken house with uncontrollable excitement and excitement. At the same time, the ghost fire burning in the cold fog kept beating up and down. But the next breath, the voice returned to calm, just like talking to himself. He asked softly: "what should I do?" The voice of inquiry fell down. In the dark, he fell into a strange silence. Sitting on the ground, the old man in black who had been hiding in this shabby room for more than a month, fell into a long time of thinking and choice, and kept asking himself in his mind. In his whole life, there are many choices similar to the present, which can be summarized in a few words, namely, war or escape! But he's been on the run, he's been on the run all his life. He can't remember when he chose to escape for the first time, but sometimes courage is like this. Once lost, it's hard to come back, especially the courage to face death. He was afraid of death more than anything. Therefore, in the Central Plains of the cold fog, the ghost fire which was burning and jumping first, and the boundless ghost which was constantly encircling the whole body, suddenly seemed to be poured a basin of cold water, and suddenly extinguished and disappeared. Baimingxiu, the great elder of mingzong, still insisted on his consistent choice. He wanted to escape! Therefore, under the cover of the black robe, Bai Mingxiu slowly stood up from the ground. Somehow, there was a voice in his heart that kept echoing in his mind. "For more than ten years, you have been waiting for such an opportunity. In early autumn, you used your whole life to prove that you are not inferior to xiuyuyan, and you are still worthy of Zhao Wuji. But now Zhao Wuji has not been found. As long as you kill xiuyuyan, Zhao will be heartbroken in the summer. This is a good opportunity once in a blue moon." Bai Mingxiu stepped forward with his right foot, stayed in the same place, and then fell into a long struggle again. Finally, he gently stretched out his right hand and patted forward. The two standing figures around him became powder and dissipated. At the next breath, a dark ship with infinite ghost spirit was flying straight into the sky, as if sailing in another space, soundless. Meanwhile, on the streets of the town, Jiang Tu, deputy commander of the Japanese army, and Xin Hao, a young Confucian scholar, were walking side by side. As it was getting late, the dense fog had covered everything around, and even the light that could have given out a trace of orange had disappeared completely. Thick fog cut off the whole town of yaxia! Jiang Tu squinted his eyes and glanced around. Then the rolling evil spirit of his body, like a flame, was burning outwards and came out of his body. In an instant, he forced the cold fog around him. His sight became very clear. At the same time, a cold voice sounded faintly: "we need to speed up. The Empress Dowager is waiting, and there is a light in front of him Well, go there and have a look. "After they finished speaking, their bodies became blurred, and then they turned into red and white. With only a few breath, they came to the front door of the house. Later, the young Confucian scholar Xin Hao raised his hand and gently knocked on the gate, making a clear sound. At the same time, his clear voice came out: "the master can be here. I'm the Daxia academy, Xinhao, who just arrived here. Can I open the door for a talk As the voice dropped, there was no sound coming out of the room. Xin Hao frowned suspiciously and again knocked on the door. This time, he added a little strength, so the voice was louder, but there was still no response from behind the door. Jiang Tu and Xin Hao looked at each other. The former just wanted to go to another house to have a look. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a cold fog came out of the courtyard behind the door. Their faces changed greatly and they spoke out directly: "there is corpse smell in the fog!" At the next breath, Jiang Tu, with a cold face, makes Jiang Tu smash the gate in front of him with a fist, and the two men step into it. At the same time, in the sky above yaxia Town, the ship of the nether world, which had been rapidly far away, suddenly stopped in place, and then an old voice of gnashing teeth sounded inside the ship. "I've escaped all my life, but I can't escape my life. I don't know that the avenue has given me such an opportunity to die without trying." The voice falls, and the nether world turns around, just like a dagger stabbed by death in the dark, and falls straight down to the bottom! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
