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Because the light was dim and the man was far away, he didn't see very clearly.

But, fat Ye faintly felt a kind of fear, this kind of fear rises from the heart, at the beginning is only a little, but then comes the whole body's shudder.

"Go and see who the man in front is." The muscles on the fat man's face were shaking, and his face was bloodless.

Two of them took two long knives in fear and walked forward in the pale light. Each step was very heavy.

A breath of death came to their faces and made them hesitant.

A person slowly turned around, a pale and bloodless face was frightening.

"How could it be him?" Two people see the face under the light of Chu and cry with one voice.

At this time, the fat man also saw the man clearly in the telescope. He was about 50 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked a bit elegant.

The fat man was so scared that his telescope almost fell on the ground.

"Who." Asked the woman next to him.

"Xue ling'er's father. The old man is haunted. " Fat man's voice is strange.

A woman screams all her life, covering her head with clothes and shaking her body.

"Kill him, kill him." Fat man has lost his mind in the back.

Where did the two people in front dare to hand, throw down the long knife in their hands, turn around and run. Who knows, after the next second, a white light flashed, and a wound as thin as a gossamer appeared on two people's necks, and then, a trace of blood came out of the wound.

With the continuous outflow of blood, two people's bodies shook, directly fell to the ground.

All the people in the back were scared and looked at the strange scene in front of them.

The fat man is holding a pistol in his hand. A careful person can find that his hand is constantly spasmodic.

The man came step by step with no expression on his face.

With each step, these people feel that death is one step closer to them.

At the beginning, although I have done a lot of bad things, killing people is not the first time, but

Retribution, is this the legendary retribution.

This is the most tragic death of xueling'er's father, who was beaten beyond recognition by these people. At that time, they still showed off. It seems that today is the end.

The man was five or six meters away from them. At this time, the fat man responded and raised the gun in his hand. He said darkly, "old man, whether you are a man or a ghost, I'm giving you a ride."

PA, PA, PA, the sound of the gun, with echoes in the open field.

The bullet penetrated the man's body, passing through the heart, shoulder and head.

However, the person's body is still walking forward, the footsteps are still clear.

"Ghost, ghost..." After the people around him screamed, they scattered and disappeared in the night.

The muzzle of the gun in the hand of the fat master is now emitting light blue smoke, curling upward.

Fat ye saw that the man's face even showed a gloomy smile, his eyes looked at him like a dead man.

At the moment when the fat man turned to escape, the figure of the man had come to him. A fingernail with a length of more than 10 cm appeared in one hand, shining dazzling white light under the light, as sharp as a bright dagger.

Fat Ye felt a pain in his heart. When he bowed his head, he saw that the other party's five fingers had been inserted in, and then his heart was in severe pain.

The next second, a pair of bloody hands, a beating heart

Fat Ye reluctantly closed his eyes, fat body fell down, issued a plop sound.

Then, the figure of the man gradually blurred, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke, drifting with the wind.

The next morning, all the people in the town were talking about one thing, that is, the fat man was killed by the ghost, his heart was taken out, and he died miserably.

When xueling'er heard the news, her face changed. She looked at the sun and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Xiaojian hasn't got up yet. It seems that she had a deep sleep last night.

Xue ling'er looks at Zhang Xiaojian's room, squints her eyes and smiles thoughtfully.

Breakfast has been set on the dining table. Xueling'er gently goes to the door of Zhang Xiaojian's room and says in a soft voice: "brother, get up to eat."

Time is not long, Zhang Xiaojian pushed the door to come out, embarrassed smile, said: "really tired, a sleep to dawn."

Xue ling'er's big eyes flickered a few times, and didn't say anything.

When eating, Xue ling'er looks thoughtful, as if she has something on her mind.

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian knew, but pretended not to see and did not ask.

In the end, xueling'er couldn't help it and said, "brother, fat Lord was killed last night. Some people say it was done by ghosts. Do you believe it?"When Xue ling'er says something meaningful, her big watery eyes look at Zhang Xiaojian without blinking.

Zhang Xiaojian smile, said: "the natural law cycle, retribution, this is the way of heaven." Finish saying, not in the language, began to eat from the head.

Xue ling'er didn't ask any more questions. She hesitated for a moment and took out a jade pendant from her body. After playing with it for a long time, she gently pushed it to Zhang Xiaojian and said, "this jade pendant was given to me by my brother. If he is still alive and sees this thing, he should recognize it.

The Xueling clan is just a legendary sect of cultivating immortals. No one knows whether it still exists or not.

If you go this time, you must take care of yourself. "

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the jade pendant, hesitated for a moment, or took it over and said, "what's your brother's name?"

"Snow tiger." Said xueling'er.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and said, "what else do you want to bring to your brother?"

Xueling'er hesitated for a moment and said, "please tell him about the family affairs. If he is still alive, let him come back and say I miss him."

When Xue ling'er talks, although she tries her best to control her mood, her tears still fall down.

Zhang Xiaojian sighed, patted the girl's head gently, laughed and said, "your family are all good people, your brother must still be alive."

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaojian began to move along the street like Tianmu Mountain. At the door of Yunlai Hotel, a little girl leaned against the door frame, and her eyes of autumn water looked at the distance, with a calm expression.

Out of the town, Zhang Xiaojian looks at no one on the left and right. With a shake of her hand, the green cloud sword appears out of thin air, sending out thousands of rays. The next second, Zhang Xiaojian has stood on the Qingyun sword, turning into a red light, flying away like Tianmu Mountain.

After a short time, Zhang Xiaojian came to the middle of the mountain. Looking at seven misty and snowy peaks, Zhang Xiaojian hesitated because he did not know which was the main peak of Tianmu Mountain.