Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The years and the past are coming to an end, the snow has melted and the weather is warming up, but the spring chill has returned!

Jianying Holy City, oh, now it should be called Jianying Dead City. After the last snow, the weather has become warmer. The spring of Yingzhou has quietly arrived, but the north wind is still cold, just like many people have not yet come out of the Jianying situation, their hearts are still cold.

Ji Jingchun, the leader of the Xiaolingling group, was drunk all the way south. He was a little sloppy and a little down and out, but his heart was still cold.

Ji Jingchun killed Shen Yichen, although he was forced to do so. Perhaps he could explain it to others and they would believe him, but how could he tell Ji Qingyun? After all, the dead man was Ji Qingyun's son!

Ji Jingchun really hated Ji Xuanyan in his heart. Gui Gu and Shen Ying could have easily killed Shen Yichen, but they forced him to do it. Until now, Ji Jingchun still couldn't figure out why!

Ji Jingchun was walking alone on the ancient mountain path. The grass on the roadside was actually a little green. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, which stopped at his lips.

"It's you?"

Ji Jingchun shook his head vigorously and wiped his eyes with wine. There were five identical people standing around him, and the one in front of him had his back to him.

"it's me!"

"I'm really curious, which one is you?"

"That has nothing to do with you. You must remember, when six of me appear at the same time, it means I have murderous intentions, and no one can escape!"

Ji Jingchun smiled slightly and said coldly:

"Are you going to kill me? Don't forget, I'm the leader of the Slashing Owl Feathers. If I die, the Ji family will track me down to the end!"

"When you threaten someone, it means you're afraid, and you're compromising yourself!"

"Oh, it seems there's still room for discussion! I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to accomplish this task with such a large force?"

"Go to Yanquan and kill someone!"

"What if I don't agree?"

As soon as Ji Jingchun finished speaking, the momentum of the five people around him instantly overwhelmed him to the ground.

Ji Jingchun seemed to be well prepared, holding the arrow of homecoming in his hand, but still kneeling on one knee!

"You can't refuse, you don't even have the right to die!"

Ji Jingchun took out the Guixin Arrow because he really wanted to commit suicide, because he believed what this person said. When six people appeared at the same time, no one could escape.

Ji Jingchun lowered his head and sighed softly:

"Hey!"

"Everyone should listen to the truest voice in their heart and not try to resist!"

The pressure around Ji Jingchun disappeared, but he no longer had the courage to stand up. This might be the truest voice in his heart.

"Mark my words, every word!"

Before the voice fell, the person had already walked away.

Ji Jingchun roared:

"Why did you give up the position of Patriarch?"

His expression was full of unwillingness!

"You should ask, who killed him?"

"Why, why? You know we all support you willingly. Do you know the hardships we've endured over the years?"

Ji Jingchun burst into tears. When he was not yet the leader of the Killer Xiao Lingling, he had been following this man. He always believed that this man was the most suitable head of the Ji family, but at the last moment, this man suddenly gave up!

At that time, the arrows that Zhan Xiao Ling aimed at were already pointing at the entire Ji family's imperial city!

"Killing Shen Yichen is still the most powerful arrow!"

Ji Jingchun, who was grief-stricken and excited, was shocked when he heard this. He looked at the empty ancient road and shouted loudly:

"He's dead, he can't be alive!"

After Ji Jingchun finished shouting, he raised his head and drank. He believed what this person said, and believed every word this person said, so Shen Yichen did not die, but his heart was hesitant. Did he really want to kill Shen Yichen again?

Ji Jingchun really didn't know. One was the person he had vowed to follow his whole life, but ended up leaving him. What about Ji Qingyun? After decades of living a life of drunkenness and debauchery, he saw another hope for the Ji family. Who should he choose?

Ji Jingchun raised his head and drank heavily, then walked forward in a daze.

When Ji Jingchun came to the fork in the road, he stopped, went south out of Yingzhou and entered Youzhou, and went west out of Yingzhou and entered Yanquan.

Ji Jingchun took a step left, a step right, and finally sighed softly:

"Qingyun, just assume that your son has died in Jianying Holy City!"

Ji Jingchun went westward, with only one thought in his mind: no one should be left alive under the strongest arrow of Guixin Arrow.

The fight will not stop until one is dead, not only referring to the person who is hit by the arrow, but also the person who shoots the arrow!

After a long time, the six people at the fork in the road came back, but the six people turned into one person in an instant, a young man in black holding a long flute. Now he should be called Black Dream, because it was still the same face.

Black-clothed Huanmeng stood at the entrance of the ancient road, playing the long flute. The flute sounded melodious and beautiful, floating into the ancient mountain forest road, echoing from time to time.

When the howling north wind disappeared, a carriage came along the ancient road. The driver was a man with a broken arm. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person. Although his eyes looked normal, they were filled with murderous intent that could not be hidden at all.

The carriage stopped on the ancient road. The driver was stunned for a moment because this was not his order. The horse seemed to stop on its own.

“Gee, gee…”

No matter how hard the driver urged, the horse did not move.

"Hey!"

There was a light sigh from inside the carriage, and a man walked out. It was the old man in the blood-red robe. He patted the coachman on the shoulder, signaling him to be patient.

The old man in the blood-red robe moved quickly and landed on the other side of the ancient road, opposite the man in black.

"Are you waiting for me, sir?"

The flute sounds still, and the expression is gentle!

"I have no interest in the affairs of the Ji family. Your Excellency can rest assured that I saw and heard nothing!"

The sound of the flute of the man in black dream had stopped. He slowly opened his eyes, clapped his hands with the flute, and looked at the old man in the blood-red robe quietly.

"The sky is high and the water is far away, the smoke and water are cold, the mountains and peaks are stacked up to return to the palace of life, the tower enters the reincarnation and its destination is unknown, blessing and disaster are born and determined by heaven!"

Upon hearing this, the blood-robed old man's body trembled, blood shadows surged around him, and he took two steps back, saying in shock:

"You, who are you?"

"You don't care about my business, and I don't care about yours, but you broke the contract. We agreed to replace you, but you brought me trouble. You need an explanation for this, right?"

Hei Yi Huan Meng had a smile on his face and kept clapping his hands with his flute.

The blood-stained old man slowly finished his work and said calmly:

"If you have any requests, please ask!"

"One of the two women in the carriage must be left alive, and the driver must die!"

The veins on the blood-stained robe bulged from the way the old man clenched his fists. It was obvious that he was angry, but he was trying hard to restrain himself.

"The driver had nothing to do with this, so why should his life be taken?"

The old man in the blood-red robe understood that one of the people in the carriage might really have to be left behind. He was indeed the first to breach the contract on the wall of the Holy City, and this was what he should do.

But the old man in the blood-red robe didn’t understand why the coachman had to be killed!

"Xie Cheng, the former head of the Sixth Hall of the Shadow Hall, cannot return to the Ancient Miao Territory!"

"you…"

"You don't care about my affairs, and I don't care about yours, but you care about the Ji family's affairs. This is inappropriate. At the very least, what you did was not decent. If the Shen family of the Ancient Miao Territory has the ability, they should find out the truth themselves. They shouldn't bother the people of the Twelve Peaks Smoke Village with this!"

"What if I don't accept it?"

"You can't refuse, but you can put forward conditions, just don't be excessive!"

The old man in the blood-red robe fell into silence. He was thinking, hesitating, and weighing things!

The wind blew on the ancient mountain path. Although the wind was light, it was cold and biting!

"I do not accept!"

The old man in the blood-stained robe shouted coldly, and a blood ring shot out from his sleeve, heading straight for the black-clothed Huanmeng.

A wicked and satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Hei Yi Huan Meng's mouth. This time he did not use any illusion, but used the long flute in his hand to block the attack of Ji Yin Xue Huan.

"I like people who don't follow their own will, so I can punish you!"

The old man in the blood-red robe looked at the long flute in the hands of Hei Yi Huan Meng in shock. That ordinary long flute could actually compete with his Ji Yin Blood Ring.

The old man in the blood-stained robe felt uneasy. This man was stronger than the people on the walls of the Holy City!

"Only you are worthy?"

The old man in the blood-red robe snorted coldly, and the light and shadow of the silent blood ring in his hand flashed, and he attacked the black-clothed dream frantically.

"How dare a mere Jiyin Blood Ring compete with the bright moon? Take your Tianyou Grass and go back to Wuhuo Mountain!"

The light faded away, the air surged, and the black-clothed Huanmeng looked at the bloody flute in his hand, shook his head, and whispered:

"The flute is stained with blood. It's really out of control!"

The old man in the blood-red robe fled silently without leaving a single harsh word.

The black-clothed Huanmeng moved quickly and came to the front of the carriage.

The coachman Xie Cheng has disappeared.

Hei Yi Huan Meng lifted the curtain and looked at the two women in the carriage. He only took Ouyang Zhiqing away, leaving Mei Yu with a dull look on her face.

On the desolate ancient road, the carriage remained motionless, with only Mei Yu in it.

Not long after, another carriage came to the north of the ancient road, and the driver was actually Ji Yinan, the dragon among men.

The fate of the ancient road is quite wonderful, this coincidence seems to be God's will!