The **** red sun slowly descended down the sky, leaving half of it on the horizon.

Inside a broken building on the top of the mountain.

I slowly opened the door, stepped on the gravel mud on the ground with a shallow foot, and walked into the hall of the building, looking toward the window on the right front.

The red blood of the sun shines in from the arched window, and the window is printed with a slender long-haired figure.

I looked for a wink and looked at the surrounding environment.

There is nothing in the whole hall, no furniture, no pillars, no stairs up and down. At first glance, there is only a flat piece. The ground is full of gravel residue, and there are pieces of broken wooden furniture. Standing at the door, you can directly See the arched window on all sides.

A fan-shaped arch window, which is full of two people, is mostly broken, and some still have broken wooden borders. A wooden thorn that stands out from the ground, standing alone in the center of the window.

The whole hall was dyed in a **** color by the setting sun, revealing a strong decadence and a sense of defeat.

The long-haired figure stood in front of a window and grabbed the window frame and looked out. The cold wind blew, bringing her skirts back and forth.

Looking for a frown, from his point of view, he can only see the shadow of the black lacquer of the figure, and even the color of the skirt she wears can not be distinguished. The red sun is too bright, and the rest of the shadows are darker.

The sun is red and the shadows are dark.

"I don't like to be in this place, this time, and to meet you in this situation. My dear sister." 甄 frowning, low.

"If you don't have to come, I don't want to see you." The shadow woman still looks out of the window and doesn't go back.

Her voice is soft, like a weak girl with no precautions, giving a strong soft and innocent feeling.

Looking for the sound, the brow wrinkled deeper.

"Let's say, what exactly does the family mean? Let me come out to deal with this matter, but how long have I been asking for help orders? I haven't heard back yet. Is it that they are going to ask you to help me solve the problem?"

"Of course not." The woman laughed back. "Of course, if you ask me personally, as the most dear brother's request, I can consider helping you." That is to say, but the sarcasm in her tone is very obvious.

"I don't have much time."

"It’s a boring younger brother." The woman turned her head slowly. The long hair of the shawl continued to rise with the wind, covering most of her face. The face in the shadow was mostly dark, only a pair of red shiny Bloody eyes, staring quietly in the sun.

"Every time I see you, there is an impulse to kill you..."

"It's unfortunate, me too." I was not willing to show weakness, and the face of the woman's blood.

The two calmly looked at each other for a long time.

"The home is almost ready, and you may be evacuated at any time. You must be prepared for the aftermath." The woman finally said the news she had arrived.

Look for a moment, close your eyes and think for a while.

“How come so fast?”

"Because the Shangyang family has come, the rest of the small forces are still good, but they are the same as the family, or they are obviously coming to the poor north of the resources. The purpose can be imagined. So our dearest grandfather, decided Early evacuation." The woman calmly replied.

I am looking for a deep breath and some are unwilling.

"The foundation we have here, the forces we cultivate, the situation....."

"The magic knife is in the hand, and the place is re-emerged. It is our foundation. What is the situation at the moment? As for the forces, some mortals, just like weeds, will soon be able to grow again. Need to be scrupulous?" The woman interrupted him.

I am looking for silence. He knows very well that once they leave and leave, the roots and forces that have lost their dependence will collapse like a castle in the air, under the impact of the Red Square and the rest of the forces.

Hard work has cultivated the foundations of dozens of hundred years, and it will turn into ashes in a blink of an eye.

After a while, he slowed down from this sudden news.

"when are we leaving?"

"I don't know, but it won't be too late. We got the news of the Red Dragon's robbery knife, and it spread very quickly. The forces that were led before started to go here again. So it won't be too late." The woman replied.

"I.....I understand.... Go back and get ready." Hey, he vomited,

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Songjiazhuang.

It was bright and gray, and it was burnt into the ruins of Songjiazhuang.

Under a dead tree, three feet of bluestone were placed. The stone seemed to be placed randomly under the tree, but actually formed a skewed triangle.

The dead trees have claws and claws, and they are dark and smoked like fire. Several crows stopped at the tree stalks and combed their black feathers, and occasionally made strange screams.

咔嚓....咔嚓.....咔嚓.....

Suddenly there was a rhythmic footstep in the distance, and the boots stepped on the black ash and sand on the ground, making a crisp sound like stepping on the snow.

A strong, burly, tall, bald man is slowly moving toward the dead tree.

He carried two machete on his back, dressed in black, with brown wrists and half-length leather on his arms and chest. What’s even more bizarre is that he not only had no hair, but even his eyebrows and beards. Even the eyelashes are not.

This kind of water is bare, but it gives people a dangerous and fierce inexplicable feeling.

The man walked under the dead tree and looked at the three bluestones on his eyes. He took out a long stick-shaped thing wrapped in black cloth with his backhand, and touched it with Flint, and he clicked.

The yellow-red flames beating, accompanied by black smoke. An indescribable smell of scent slowly spread.

Time passes by.

Soon, the crows on the dead trees were disturbed and screamed to fly away.

The man turned and saw the other direction not far away. A woman with a black body and a veil of veil was slowly coming over here.

"But the road is the first?" the woman asked.

"Zhuo?" Lu Sheng only asked a word of the name.

"Yes. I brought some things, they were collected at these times, a total of eight. The rest I need time."

Lu Sheng grinned and smiled.

"You will show me first. I will check it out. I don't need to trade this time. I will see if the goods are what I want."

Zhuo Wenyu hesitated and nodded.

From the small bag she was carrying behind, she took out a coat made of gold silk and gently threw it to Lu Sheng.

The latter catches and can smell the slightest fragrance on the top.

"In the things you want, can this be? This is the personal clothing of other people's homes, made with gold wire, something hundreds of years ago."

When Lu Sheng received the hand, he immediately felt a hint of yin from the cloak. This kind of thing with very low yin content, he seems to be able to absorb directly without dropping blood. Just like the green stone at the beginning.

At the moment, he quietly pinched his coat and pretended to look closely. A trace of yin gas continued to flow into him as he checked.

"Yes. Count one." He smiled and said: "What I want, first, the best is the tomb, the age does not matter, but not too short.

Second, it must be the original thing before the original life. ”

"This is easy to handle." Zhuo Wenyu nodded. "This kind of thing, I try to find more for you, but I also hope that you can collect some things for me, in exchange."

"What?" Lu Sheng asked.

"One hundred people's blood and wine. To mix different people's blood, blood is not much, one person and one drop is enough." Zhuo Wenyu raised this weird request.

Lu Sheng thought about it.

"Yes." In his position, it is easy to get such blood wine. The only thing to worry about is that she will use this blood wine to do something bad for people who have been bleeding.

However, Lu Sheng changed his mind and thought that his idea was a bit ridiculous. If she had this terrorist strength, then she would not even be able to beat her own mortal who could not reach the level of restraint.

"There is still a little trouble, please be sure to keep it." Zhuo Wenyu was extremely sad about that Xiaoding.

"Do not worry." Lu Sheng will wear a gold silk coat and wrap it in a black cloth prepared in advance. "What else?" He looked up and continued to look at Zhuo Wenyu.

"Can you let me see Xiao Ding first?" Zhuo Wenyu whispered softly.

"Of course." Lu Sheng took a palm-sized black Ding from his arms. "After you give 15 feet, I will give you something."

Zhuo Wenyu gritted his teeth and stared at Xiao Ding with a straight eye.

"Good!" She quickly took out the same kind of little things from the backpack, the dressing box, the bronze mirror, the wooden comb, the small pillow...

These things were handed to Lu Sheng one by one, and he touched them one by one. There are a total of seven things here, only two have yin, and not many. This made him a little disappointed.

"Just these? There are two things here. Plus the first one, a total of three." He frowned.

"Is it three?!" Zhuo Wenyu was helpless. She didn't know what Lu Sheng was so picking and picking. What was the intention? But there is no difference between these things. They are the funerary objects and favorite things before their respective lives.

But Lu Sheng actually only picked out three pieces from it, and the rest did not.

"I don't want you, I really don't have what I want," Lu Sheng explained. "In addition, I have to check it myself to know if I want this thing."

Zhuo Wenyu is somewhat incomprehensible, but she has seen a lot of this weird demand. Many weird and demon families are weird to the extreme, and she is not surprised.

Just like this, these things can count a few pieces, or Lu Sheng said that she can't do it.

"Okay.... In this case, even three things this time, are you going to do these things? Don't take me back."

Lu Sheng shook his head.

"You bring it back." He also saw that Zhuo Wenyu could not sense the yin. Or, to date, he has not seen anyone who feels the existence of yin like himself.

If, according to Duanmu, there is no power in the air in this world, what is yin? Why is its essence used by itself? This is a question that needs to be studied.

The so-called yin is just the name he originally defined for this thing. In fact, what the breath is, he does not know.

The two exchanged the next new trading time and place under the tree, and Zhuo Wenyu left in a hurry. Lu Sheng also quickly returned to the road.

He needs to go to the old lord again, and he must ask carefully from Hong Mingzi, what is the situation with his family recently.

Recently, the situation in the Red Square and the family has become more and more confusing. Especially the action of the family seems to be a bit too quiet, and some are wrong.