Chen Nation, Valley of No Return.
It was foggy all year round, day and night … There were endless rumors of ghosts.
The interior of the valley was quiet and peaceful, especially tonight when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The wooden house was in front of a clear stream, and a sense of tranquility flowed quietly.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
The old yellow dog suddenly barked.
The barking disturbed the night, and ripples appeared in the clear stream. The shadow of the moon shattered the reflection of the water.
The valley woke up.
A folding stool was placed in front of the wooden house, and a white-haired old man was napping on the folding stool.
"What's the noise about?" He muttered unhappily without opening his eyes.
"Boss, it's me."
A young man with long hair and red eyes broke through the light night and walked quickly to the old man.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
The old yellow dog lying in the corner of the house barked a few more times at him, looking very fierce.
It was a pity that his old and weary appearance did not have much of a deterrent effect.
It only bullied this "newcomer" because he did not dare to talk back to it.
The old man sitting on the folding stool opened his eyes and looked. "Oh, little snake."
Fang Heling was already used to it.
He said calmly, "I'm little crane."
"Little crane …" The old man stood up and leaned in front of him. He mumbled, "There's a woman in my house. Do you know who she is? She's lying on my bed. I can't sleep! "
"It's Lord Mask," Fang Heling replied.
"Oh …" The old man pondered for a while. "Who?"
Fang Heling thought for a while and covered his face with his left hand. "It's Lord Swallow."
"Swallow …" The old man murmured, "Yan … I'm Yan Chunhui … Yan Chunhui is me!"
"Jiang Mengxiong!"
He suddenly turned his body and looked to the east. The turbidity in his old eyes was suddenly washed away, like a clear stream washing the moon. A layer of clear light surged in his eyes, and it was extremely sharp!
The clear stream in front of the wooden house seemed to have frozen.
The old yellow dog immediately tucked its tail between its legs.
There was no wind, and there seemed to be no stars or moon.
Fang Heling lowered his eyes and stood motionless.
"How was your trip this time?" The old man had completely changed his tone. Although his voice was still old, there was a hint of indifference in it.
"I've done everything you asked me to do," Fang Heling said.
The old man took out a yellowed ancient book from his bosom and handed it to him. "This is the sword manual you wanted. It's a ferocious sword that could no longer be tolerated in the world during the era of flying swords …"
Fang Heling took it silently.
He didn't thank him because there was no need to.
Here at the Head of the Humanoid Demons, giving and receiving were always equal.
And this was what he deserved.
"You can think about it now," said the old man.
"This is my choice," Fang Heling said.
"Please rest early." He bowed to the old man and turned to leave.
He walked with certainty.
This was an era of Tianjiao.
He couldn't walk fast, so he could only walk like this.
"Woof woof woof!"
After a period of peace, the old yellow dog felt that it could do it again, so it barked at Fang Heling's back majestically.
The old man glanced at it.
It immediately shut up and wagged its tail in a fawning manner.
"Stupid dog, you can't even crush a persimmon." The old man shook his head and walked into the wooden house.
The old yellow dog wagged its tail and followed him in, very submissive.
After he entered the wooden house.
The old yellow dog immediately tilted its head and spat. "Bah!"
It actually spoke human language. "Is there a good person in this broken valley of yours? Where am I supposed to find a soft persimmon? "
It angrily cursed a few times, then crouched down and narrowed its eyes.
The structure of the wooden house was very simple.
There was only a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom.
After entering, it was the living room. On the left was the kitchen, and on the right was the bedroom.
There was a square table on the ceiling of the living room, with three benches around it.
There were a few dishes on the table, covered with a bamboo cover to protect them from insects and flies.
Looking up, there was a black wooden shrine hanging on the wall.
There was an incense burner, burning incense, and even half a burner of incense ash … but there was no god statue.
There wasn't even a portrait of a god.
It was unknown what they were worshipping.
Apart from that, the living room was empty.
Yan Chunhui turned right and walked into the bedroom.
This bedroom still maintained a simple overall style.
The bed was a very simple and narrow single bamboo bed, leaning against the wall alone. There wasn't even a curtain, let alone any other decorations.
The only thing that was somewhat incompatible with the style of the entire house was —
There was an extremely gorgeous stringed zither by the window of the bedroom.
From the carvings to the luster of the strings … everything was telling the word "precious".
Only with extreme care and ingenuity could such a treasure be created.
And it was quietly placed there, waiting for a pair of hands to touch it.
The wooden window was closed, and it should have been closed for a long time.
So this zither should have been lonely for a long time … even if it was shiny and new.
Yan Chunhui's gaze fell on the bamboo bed.
At this time, there was a "person" lying on the bed …
If it could still be called a person.
She had the "shape" of a human, a human head, facial features … but not completely human limbs.
The position of the left hand was probably a claw.
The position of the right hand was like an elephant leg.
The torso seemed to be pieced together by some different animals. Some had hair, some had thorns. Not only was it uneven, but the colors were also different …
It should be the position of the legs, but it was more uniform. It was a pair of colorful snake tails.
And the "person" lying on the bed had her eyes tightly closed.
Her face was bloody.
Yan Chunhui walked forward and looked carefully. His wrinkled eyelids lifted slightly.
Then, the sound of the sword rang.
The "person" on the bed immediately opened her eyes.
She looked at the white-haired Yan Chunhui and was in a daze for a moment.
However, the absent-mindedness that came suddenly was quickly shattered.
The number one handsome man in the State of Chen back then was now just a forgetful old man.
And she …
She didn't dare to move her eyes, but after she gradually woke up, she revealed extreme fear.
"I died. And then you … saved me? "She asked in a trembling voice.
Yan Chunhui nodded.
Her terrifying guess was confirmed. Tears flowed out at once, and she almost lost control.
She shouted, "Yan Chunhui, Yan Chunhui! Why did you save me! Why did you save me? You bastard! You damned … damned … damned! Who allowed you to use such dirty means to save me! "
Yan Chunhui looked at her quietly and didn't say a word.
She cursed on the bamboo bed for a while, and finally seemed to have lost her strength. She sobbed and cried, "I should have died long ago. I should have died 300 years ago! Why did you … Why did you! "
"Don't cry," Yan Chunhui replied.
His comfort was weak and muddy. It was like two drops of dirty water squeezed out by wringing a rag. It seemed to have finally completed something, but when it fell, it dirtied the place again.
Only Yan Zi's eyeballs could move, but the afterimage she saw was enough to prove her conjecture, and she knew what she looked like.
"Ah … Ah … Wuwu …"
She cried in a very unpleasant way.
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