How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

The Demon Cult probably has some incredible traditions, each of which is simpler and more brutal than the other.Shui Fengqing chopped down the bamboo to break the formation, Xingheying was more violent than him, and directly set fire to the bamboo forest.For a moment, it was as if the whole Zheliu Villa was blown up, only someone was hurriedly shouting to put out the fire.Although Shui Fengqing was injured at this time, he hadn't reached the point where he had to be supported when he walked. Instead, he dragged Xingheying and walked quickly through the bamboo forest with lightness skills.It was only then that Xingheying discovered that those dark guards who would turn into "soil" after death turned out to be as flammable as dead branches and leaves, and what was even more strange was that they remained where they were even though they were on fire like a statue.

Some stood in the bamboo forest, staring at them with their eyes reddened by the fire.There are also some hanging on the bamboo like monkeys, with flames on their backs, but they just watch them pass by coldly.

——No, not like a monkey, more like a spider.

Xingheying suddenly felt his spine chilled by such gazes, but was pulled by Shui Fengqing again amidst the horror:

"They're all dead people, what's there to see! I haven't seen enough to go to Erniang's place!"

Xingheying kept up with Shui Fengqing's footsteps, the bamboo grove started to burn extremely fast, and soot was flying all over the sky.Xingheying coughed from choking, Shui Fengqing led him to take advantage of the chaos to get rid of Zheliu Villa, and then patted the black ash on his clothes while feeling very disgusted:

"What kind of porcelain work are you doing without this diamond? You even burned the bamboo forest..."

Xingheying coughed and turned to look at him, so Shui Fengqing was silent for a moment, then patted his back: "...the fever is quite good."

With a puff, Xingheying laughed, Shui Fengqing shook his head, so Xingheying asked him: "Do you want to go back and kill the carbine again?"

"No need." Shui Fengqing had already walked down the mountain road first, "I can't kill him."

Huh?

Xingheying was stunned, in the impression that his old man never confessed his love every day, what's going on?He caught up with Shui Fengqing by two steps: "What's wrong with you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and finally stuck in his throat.The moonlight was very bright, so he finally saw clearly that Shui Fengqing was covered in blood from the edge of his lips to the skirt of his clothes.

"What's wrong with you?!" Xingheying grabbed Shui Fengqing's arm and stopped in front of him, staring at Shui Fengqing's blood from the corner of his mouth to his chin and even his chest.Obviously when they came out...it wasn't like this? !Shocked, Xingheying grabbed Shui Fengqing's pulse door, the turbulent flow of true energy made him break out in a cold sweat——

"how so?!"

Shui Fengqing suddenly laughed, and casually stretched his sleeves to wipe off the blood on his lips and face: "The one who lives for a thousand years is a bastard, and the one who lives, grows, grows old, gets sick and dies is a human being."

After he said that, he continued to walk across the Xinghe Shadow.Xingheying's mind flashed for a moment on the day when he died on the way home, Shui Fengqing's blood-stained appearance was surprisingly similar to now——

"Wait! What's going on?!"

Xingheying chased after him, Shui Fengqing paused for a moment, then looked at him in the blink of an eye: "Do you know how the former leader of the defiant fate died?"

When he suddenly asked such a question at this time, Xingheying naturally had nothing but ignorance.So Shui Fengqing had a smile on his lips: "I killed it."

Xingheying was startled, but Shui Fengqing still smiled: "So, you have to kill me too."

"why?!"

"There is no reason." Shui Fengqing stretched his sleeves again, and wiped away the blood that flowed from his lips again, "Besides, I'm afraid our time is running out."

In Zheliu Mountain Villa, Feng Heming stretched out his hand to help Feng Guoliu into the room.The housekeeper hurriedly passed through the bamboo forest with fire, and bowed in front of the door: "Master..."

"He's fine." It was Feng Heming who answered for him, "Go down, and let the kitchen prepare another supper, and I'll pick it up myself later."

Thinking about what the so-called "night snack" refers to, the housekeeper couldn't help but feel a little nauseated, so he quickly left here after answering.

And in the room, it was dark at this time.Feng Heming was about to light the oil lamp on the table with the help of the firelight from outside, when he just stretched out his hand, there was a fierce wind.He immediately retracted, and almost at the same time, with a crisp sound, the lampstand on the table was smashed into pieces by a chopstick.If Feng Heming withdrew his hand and took a slow step, he might have a blood hole pierced in his hand by this chopstick.

So he remained silent and stood where he was.After a little silence, Feng Guoliu opened his mouth first, as if he was a loving father, very gentle, but questioning——

"That kid, you brought him into the bamboo forest?"

He hid in the darkest shadow in the room, and even with his eyes wide open, Feng Heming could only see his outline with the help of the still extinguished fire outside.His voice was still muffled like a broken bellows, but his tone was very soft.

But it is this gentleness that makes people even more chilling.

"Yes." Feng Heming replied, his knees suddenly hurt, and an internal force hit his knees through the air, and his legs softened and he knelt down.

"He Ming," he said slowly, "Do you know why your eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and fifth brother are all dead, and you are the only one who is still alive?"

He pursed his lips, kept kneeling, but stuck his neck: "Because..."

"Heming, there are many affairs in the villa, but they are all trivial matters. I never pretend to be outsiders when it comes to the real big things. Do you know why?"

Feng Heming remained silent, looking down at the ground.So Fengguo Liu laughed in the dark:

"Heming, you have to know that there is no one in the world worthy of your trust, only blood relationship is the real and solid relationship. Therefore, I only entrust you with the real big things, and you are the only one in the villa who understands the meaning of "Code of Longevity" It's important. But Heming, my father trusts you, but you seem to have always failed my father."

He slowly, with a slight smile, continued: "Heming, your eldest brother and the others are all dead, because they are all unworthy sons. Only you, with a pure and filial nature, have never disobeyed your father. Heming, for The father only left you alone, you should understand how well-intentioned the father has been for you."

"Yes." Feng Heming finally bowed his head and replied.So Feng Guoliu slowly laughed again:

"He Ming, tell me now, why on earth did you bring that man into the bamboo forest?"

"because……"

"truth."

Before Feng Heming answered, he added this sentence first.So after a brief silence, Feng Heming finally spoke, with a tight voice:

"He...although his lightness kungfu is good, but his internal strength is not solid. If he is completely unprepared and rushes into the bamboo forest rashly, he may die under the knife of a dead man. Father, the child has already killed the master. But after all, we have 13 years of fellowship with Hai'er."

After a brief silence, Feng Guoliu laughed again: "So... He Ming, you are right, when you come out of the bamboo forest, Shui Fengqing has already fought against Weifu, and Weifu will definitely not have time to take care of him Is it? Heh... He Ming, very good, very good, with precise planning and the air of being a father."