long night walk

Chapter 241
From the murder of the old ghost, to the accidental reward, and the guidance of the fourth sword heart demon, he ate the small noodles he could eat.

In the end, because of the cinnabar sword mark on the tip of the ear, it attracted the attention of the real Fourth Sword girl. In a few words, she made her think about it, and took out the "Blizzard Collection".

Ingeniously, the woman boss of Bashu Xiaomian knew Meng Chengzhi deeply and knew that there was a sequel to "Fengxue Ji" in the old study, and was then led into the old study, and the old man of the study had only known each other for five days, goodbye. At that time, it was already a dead soul.

Where did the missing parrot go?
Are the Ji family siblings still alive?

What are the rules of the hanging ghost mountain?

The exam questions hidden in Xianling City have been drawn up, so, next, it is time to wait for the blank answer sheet that can be filled in.

In the past few days, Bai Li'an has not seen sister Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan fish and corpses.

Hearing Fang Geyu say that she arranged Lin Yuan in the river channel of the border town, and arranged tasks for her to have other plans.

As for Lin Guiyuan, who was bound by a talisman, with a gesture of surrender, he was captured by Li Beifeng and sent to the dark part of the Wandao Xianmeng in the city.

Chai Ye stayed at home and practiced in retreat every day. He heard that he had learned a new kind of pupil technique.

The big exam is just around the corner, but it is a bit abnormal for him to comprehend such a pupil technique, because it cannot bring him a half-point increase in strength.

However, for Fang Geyu, he did a very good job.

As for An Siqi, she was practicing in real retreat, grasping the abundant spiritual power of Xiancheng, and did not dare to have a sense of desolation.

Fang Geyu, who seems to be indifferent to everything, is under the control of her fingers.

As Baillian said.

She wants this piece of Xianling City.

Not wanting, because wanting or not wanting depends on one's own strength.

Her strength does not allow her not to compete for this unpleasant Xianling City.

The storm is about to come, and the ghosts press the city.

A silent and quiet snow, falling the meaning of chilling the whole city.

And Bailian and Fang Geyu finally waited for the first answer sheet that allowed them to write.

The night is deep.

Bai Li'an took his umbrella and stood under the Dilao Temple outside the alley intersection, as if he was waiting quietly for something.

Careful footsteps came from behind him.

A small shadow fell on the snowy ground.

Bailian didn't look back, but he had already guessed who it was.

Because the handle of the glazed umbrella under his palm was slightly hot.

The glazed umbrella used to hide a strand of soul, and there are records of traces of breath. Now, the owner of the soul is approaching him, and the umbrella will naturally respond.

A cold and trembling little body hugged him tightly from behind, and with a helpless cry, whispered, "Big brother..."

Bailian lowered his head and looked at the thin little arms that could only hug his thighs, as thin as firewood.

In such a cold winter, she was wearing extremely thin clothes, her arms were bare in the snow, her skin was blue from the cold, her fingertips were purple, and pus and blood flowed out of the frozen skin, dirty and dirty. dyed his shirt.

He turned around slowly, took off his robe and put it on the little girl's skinny body, wrapped her up, and opened the umbrella to cover her from the wind and snow above her head.

He couldn't give a warm hug to a mortal, so he took out the buns he bought early in the morning from his sleeves.

He gave the bun to the little girl, and the hot bun was wrapped in butter paper, which was very warm in the palm of his hand.

Bailian looked at the helpless and trembling little girl in front of her. The corner of her eye was injured by someone. It was like a blunt object had been hit. There was more blood flowing out.

The little girl's cry was choked up, but she didn't dare to cry at all, and she endured a pitiful and sad look.

While crying, she choked and said, "Big brother, if you can save me, can you save my second sister!"

Bailian nodded and asked, "Where's your brother?"

The little girl cried even more, her shoulders shrugged, as if she was about to lose her breath, her eyes that should have been innocent and young were full of grief: "My brother... he died!!!"

"died?"

Ji's little sister's cry raised a bit of intense fear, as if in this deep snowy night, people had long been frightened.

Her frostbitten fingers tightly clenched the robe that Bailian had put on him, her voice shrunken and incoherent: "My brother... was killed..."

Bailian's eyes were low, and he saw the imprint of three orange-red apricot blossoms faintly appearing between the little girl's frozen wrist.

The imprint is incomplete, as if some kind of wet oil painting has been painted for a long time, and it has been blurred by rubbing.

Fang Geyu said that the human beings used by You Guilang have three orange apricot flowers on their wrists.

How could this little girl, who is less than five or six years old, kill someone for You Guilang.

Three days ago, the three brothers and sisters of Ji Ting's family disappeared. Although there is a great possibility that the three of them died in the secluded house in the inner city, he, who once absorbed the little girl's Yang soul into the umbrella, had a subtle feeling. She is in the border town.

Surprisingly, she was hiding near the alley at home.

Bailian asked softly, "What's your name?"

The girl's soul was once detained by the old ghost, and it was Bailian who brought her soul home. Even though the girl was young, she still had an inexplicable dependence and trust in Bailian.

She hugged his thigh tightly, her small face blurred with tears, and choked out: "San'er... My brother calls me San'er..."

"Okay, San'er." Bailian tore open the butter paper for her, revealing a chubby white bun, with gentle voice and movements, let her hold the bun, and then picked her up with one hand.

Ji San'er didn't know what kind of hardship she had suffered. She stepped on the snow with bare little feet, and when she came over, those little feet were covered in blood.

He said softly: "San'er eat a bun first, stop crying."

Bailian told her not to cry, but the little girl, who had obviously been mentally broken for several days, was comforted by him in a few words.

She obediently took a big bite of the bun, and her eyes were still tearing up. The delicious gravy and soft dough made her want to cry again.

She has not eaten for three days.

Bailian took out another bottle of warm sweet soy milk. Seeing that she was in a hurry to eat, she was afraid that she would choke, so he fed two mouthfuls of sweet milk. Seeing that her spirit was gradually stabilized, he asked slowly, "San'er knows who is causing the harm. Did you miss your brother?"

The action of eating the buns suddenly froze, and most of the buns in the little girl's hands rolled into the snow.

She shrugged and shook her head frantically, her thin body squeezed desperately into his arms, so frightened that she forgot to breathe, her little face turned blue and red:
"Devil, that man is a devil! He killed my brother! Can't say it! Can't say his name! He'll strangle me! Bird! Beautiful bird, that...that man strangled the bird with a vine !"

(End of this chapter)