The moon is bright, hanging high in the sky.
The bright moon is in the sky, bright as day.
In August, in a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The high-hanging Chinese lanterns compete with the moon for brightness.
The night here is still so hot that it is difficult to sleep, but the light rain just now has swept away the heat in the air, and it has also made the air at night extremely fresh.
Frogs are clamoring in the pond, summer cicadas are neighing in the night, the fragrance of osmanthus fills this old street, and the smell of osmanthus after the rain, mixed with the soil, is even more intoxicating.
It's a pity that in the fragrant air, there are still bursts of fishy smell.
It was the smell of blood, the smell of fresh blood.
The dogs on the street barked vigorously, as if warning people that something unusual was happening here.
Such a beautiful night cannot be connected with murder. The night of the murder is when the moon is dark and the wind is high. But the night at this time is really too quiet and beautiful.
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Corpses strewn all over the courtyard.
The blood was in the low-lying part of the courtyard, and together with the rain just now, it formed a small pond.
Many people died. Judging by their attire, some of them were just ordinary peasants, and occasionally some more luxuriously dressed were the owners of the courtyard.
On a flight of steps, a young woman fell down in a pool of blood, she had died for a long time, the fatal wound was on her back, when she was running for her life, she was pierced through the back of her heart by a sharp weapon, and she died on the spot.
In the woman's arms, there is a baby who is still in its infancy, whose gender cannot be discerned.
The assailant obviously didn't have any kindness in his heart. Right on the baby's chest, a cloud of blood was gradually expanding on the swaddle...
There is the child's heart, pierced by a sword just like his mother.
Strangely, the fatally injured child was not dead yet.
The infant child has big clear and bright eyes, but at this moment, there is deep despair and bewilderment in these beautiful eyes.
These are eyes that break everyone's hearts, so bright, so lovely, so charming. If it weren't for the deep despair in these eyes, then no one would dislike a child with such eyes.
But no one can believe that a baby who knows nothing about the world will have such a pair of talking eyes. There was too much emotion in those eyes for a baby to have.
But there it is, on the baby's face.
Can have a pair of eyes full of such rich emotions, of course not a baby. His name is Ye Feng, and he comes from another world.
Ye Feng tightly covered the sword wound on his chest with his immature hands. Unfortunately, his strength was too weak, and the bright red blood still flowed out stubbornly. It was a frightening thing to feel that his life was gradually passing away.
Ye Feng was savoring this fear carefully.
How nice it would be if it was really a child. To die slowly like this would at most feel a little uncomfortable, right? Maybe he will feel pain, but he will never be so afraid... How can a newborn baby understand fear, how can he feel regret and nostalgia for a life he has never experienced
The dog on the street barked even more frantically.
The desire to survive has gradually faded, even if it was only ten minutes ago, Ye Feng still hoped that this noisy mad dog could use its barking to attract one or two people...
Even if it's a watchman.
However, after more than ten minutes passed, Ye Feng, who felt that his life had come to an end, realized that the time waiting to die was so long, so long that he had given up hope of survival.
Fate always likes to play a little joke with you when many people start to ignore it.
Just when Ye Feng had given up hope and was about to accept another death calmly, a ray of red light slowly emerged from the place that Xiao Yefeng couldn't see, on his injured and immature chest. This ray of red light is so faint, and people can't see it because of the blocking of the clothes... It is a piece of handwriting, and on the top line, there are five large characters that remain unchanged—[Langhuan Lingmiao Pavilion]. Below it, there is a line of writing that keeps flashing like a computer game program:
"Feeling unknown life energy, absorbing..."
"The connection with the host is complete, Jin Yong's martial arts data is loading..."
"Martial arts loading is complete, and various functions are activated..."
"The host's life energy drops too fast, the life support system is turned on, and the energy is being consumed..."
Then, the wound that ran through the entire lung lobe began to heal slowly, and the speed of blood loss decreased... However, all of this was done silently without Ye Feng's knowledge.
However, this unknown treatment only lasted for a moment, and the faint red light suddenly flashed continuously: "[Langhuan Lingmiao Pavilion] The system energy is seriously insufficient, and it is about to enter a sleep state..."
one two three. After flashing silently three times in a row, the red light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and everything returned to its original appearance. And Ye Feng's wound that was about to heal began to slowly flow out bright red blood...
Hope, when you need it most, comes late; when you are about to give up it, it comes unexpectedly.
After a flurry of footsteps, the door was pushed open with a creak.
With a clang, something fell to the ground.
"Oh my god..." It seemed that the person who came also fell to the ground.
A moment later, a miserable hiss pierced the night sky.
"Kill—kill—come, come, hurry—kill—"
Not only did the shrill shouts overwhelm the cicadas, but the barking dog on the street was also frightened and hid with its tail between its legs.
Hearing the sound of footsteps running towards here, Ye Feng felt relieved and almost passed out.
But fainting at this time, I am afraid that I am really not far from death.
Suppressing the exhausted drowsiness—it was the sound of death's breathing, feeling that many people approached the courtyard, Ye Feng desperately raised his little hand, and shouted loudly: "Help, help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" I just crossed—"
But what came out of the throat was just bursts of crying.
Detective Huang, who had just walked into the courtyard, led several yamen servants in the county to search for the corpse tremblingly. Then, amidst the crying of babies, they found a seriously injured baby.