[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

In fact, there is nothing in the house.

There are no hidden weapons, no traps, and no swords facing them.

There are only people in the room.

ten people.

There are still ten women with beautiful eyebrows and exquisite makeup.

They were all wearing blue skirts, with gentle and enchanting smiles on their faces, as if they didn't notice Murong Fu and Gong Jiu, they sat quietly on mahogany chairs.

The candlelight in the room flickered, illuminating their pale faces, but making their red lips even hotter.

They are beautiful and soft, quietly like a painting.

But looking at this "painting", Gong Jiu couldn't help shivering.

Murong Fu sighed and walked forward.

After a while, he looked back at Chaogong Jiu and said, "My heart has been broken."

Yes, these ten people are ten dead people.

Gong Jiu didn't step forward, but frowned and looked around: "Did he just die, or..."

Murong Fu shook his head: "Not sure."

"But I haven't heard of such a kind of magic that can preserve the dead body so well?"

Murong Fu was silent, he had never heard of it.

Gong Jiudao: "Besides, this person is too wicked, how can you show them up after killing them? Doesn't it mean that they will not rest in peace after they die?"

Murong Fuzai looked at the whole house carefully: "I heard that there is a kind of secret technique. It says that if you kill a young girl and put on a specific dress, and put it in a corresponding position, you can protect the treasure from being touched by outsiders. .”

Gong Jiu moved closer: "I didn't expect such childish rumors to be believed."

Murong Fu smiled: "There are quite a few naive people in this world."

"It's just that if the murderer really wanted to perform this kind of secret technique, I'm afraid... this is where the treasure is, right?"

Murong Fu pursed his lips and remained silent.

If this is where the treasure really is, then they will be miserable.

Gong Jiu naturally thought of this too.

"If there is no mechanism here, there will be a secret door."

"I'm afraid it's a secret door." Murong Fu said, suddenly put his hand towards the skirt of the female corpse in the middle.

Gong Jiu was surprised and said: "You don't want to be a disciple at this time, do you?"

Murong Fu didn't bother to pay attention to him, he pulled off the pendant around the woman's neck with his hand.

As soon as he made a move, Gong Jiu quickly swept back.

And when Gong Jiu stood firm, the female corpse had also changed.

——From head to toe, every inch was turned into ashes.

Then, like a chain reaction, the corpses in the entire house began to turn into fly ash.

In the end, only ashes and an empty skirt remained.

Those ten young women completely disappeared in this narrow space.

Silently.

Murong Fu stared blankly at the scene in front of him, seeing that all ten corpses were gone, he turned around and said to Gong Jiu: "Get ready."

Gong Jiu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Okay."

The voice just fell.

The wall facing them suddenly tilted and collapsed, leaving a dark path.

Murong Fu quickly hugged Qin.

Sure enough, after the wall was stabilized, there were overwhelming hidden weapons.

The hidden weapon was like a finely woven net, enveloping them tightly.

Murong Fu: "..."

Gong Jiu: "..."

Must be the way we open the door... nope...

Fortunately, although the two wanted to vomit blood to show their mania, they both endured it firmly.

Murong Fu changed hands and played the strings, and Gong Jiu even lost his existing internal strength to help Murong Fu.

The sound of the long song is marked, and the world stops fighting.

Although the music flowing under the "Ying Que" piano was soft, it burst out with great power, and it was enough to stop the hidden weapon in front of the two of them.

Then, there was the sound of falling in disorder.

Gong Jiu smiled wryly, "If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I would really die here."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed suddenly.

But it was too late for Murong Fu to take care of Gong Jiu.

He already felt bad.

He already smelled a strange fragrance.

Murong Fu only felt shortness of breath, followed by overwhelming dizziness.

The dizziness didn't last long.

But when he shook his head, he shook the dizziness out of his mind.

But he was completely stunned.

In front of him is not Gong Jiu, nor the dark room.

It is a room with simple decoration, but clean and plain.

He was lying on a bed, and beside the bed stood a handsome and unruly young man.

Hearing the sound of him getting up, the young man turned his head and smiled: "Look at your small body, you can actually hurt yourself in the martial arts arena last time, why did our Qin family produce such a waste like you!"

"..."

Murong Fu trembling lips, looked at that person quietly, without saying a word.

The boy seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, he leaned forward, touched his forehead, and said, "Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Fu's throat choked up, his eyes blinked, and a hot tear fell from the corner of his eyes to the skirt of his clothes.

The boy also panicked, and kept saying: "Mo'er, don't scare brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you still crying? You won't hurt your head, right?"

Murong Fu still didn't speak.

It was as if his throat was being scorched by a raging fire, and his heart was about to wrinkle from the pain.

He stretched out his hand and gently attached the boy's back.

—Here, he received 27 swords.

It was for him.

Is this an illusion?

Or a dream?

Or did God take pity on him and finally allow him to go back to the past and change everything?

"Brother." Murong Fu tremblingly said, "Does it hurt you?"

The young man looked puzzled: "Mo'er, what's wrong with you? Do you want someone to come and see?"

"No need." Murong Fu leaned over and gently wrapped his arms around him, uncontrollable tears fell on the man's shoulder one by one.

Seeing him like this, the young man didn't speak, just hugged him lightly and patted his back.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Murong Fu choked up and said.

Really sorry.

Shouldn't always quarrel with you.

I shouldn't always look down on you because of your domineering.

One should not regard one's self-willedness as the so-called noble character.

You shouldn't be implicated by me.

You shouldn't... let you die because of me.

Murong Fu didn't know how long he had been crying, but when he came to his senses, the young man's clothes were already soaked.

Seeing that his emotions finally calmed down, the young man rubbed his head and said gently: "Mo'er, tell brother, is someone bullying you?"

"No." He was crying for too long, his breathing was extremely unstable, but his eyes were fixed on the young man, "Brother, you, do you blame me?"

The boy was puzzled: "What's your fault?"

Murong Fu said: "I owe you too much." His eyes became hot, and he couldn't help but burst into tears again, "Besides, brother, I don't seem to be clear, what should I do?"

The young man was stunned, but his eyes were as gentle as ever: "What stupid things are you talking about. Why are you talking about this between you and my brothers?"

Yeah bro.

Therefore, he is willing to die for himself.

So he would not hesitate to protect himself in his arms and block the 27 swords.

But what about myself, what did I do?

"Hehe, yes, you are such a selfish person."

A sudden voice, indistinguishable between male and female, sounded in Murong Fu's mind.

Murong Fu was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look around.

The boy was also taken aback, and said, "Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

But Murong Fu has no time to answer him.

In other words, he could no longer hear what the boy was saying.

The increasingly sharp voice repeated in his mind over and over again: "Why are you so selfish?"

"The scourge."

"Hey, if you died earlier, how could you implicate them so badly."

--"enough."

"People like you are here to collect debts."

--"enough!"

"Do you know, your nephew is just full moon!"

— "Enough! Stop talking!"

"That soldier's knife directly stabbed the little baby's body to pieces hahahaha!"

——"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Murong Fu couldn't take it anymore, he hugged his head and yelled and rolled around on the ground.

The young man turned pale with shock, and rushed forward and said, "Mo'er, calm down! Calm down!"

But the voice in his head continued.

One by one, he counted the appearances of all his relatives when they died tragically in the past seven lives.

"And your father, hey, he's so old, his head will be broken with a knife! There is no whole body!"

——"Please, I beg you, stop talking."

"Why not?" The voice laughed arrogantly, "These things are very funny to listen to!"

—"Please, please, please..."

"Well, let me give you a chance, okay?"

--"it is good!"

"Did you see that sword by the bed?"

- "..."

"Man, you have to die how you want to die."

--"......No."

"27 swords, not one sword less."

--"no......"

"How about it? This is your only chance. You only need to stab him 27 times, and I will immediately relieve you from the pain."

--"no!"

can not be like this!How can you do this!

What does it mean?

Did he let him kill his brother with his own hands?

No!

However, the voice in his head suddenly calmed down.

The voice was neither sad nor happy, and said lightly: "This is your only chance, otherwise, you will stay here forever. Then, let's see again, how they died."

"..."

Seeing that Murong Fu seemed to be quiet, the young man quickly pulled him into his arms and comforted him: "It's all right, it's all right, Mo'er, did you get scared by something?"

Murong Fu didn't speak, just looked ahead quietly.

There, indeed, was a sword.

It is his Qianye Changsheng.

The bright yellow sword glowed with a cold light.

——Calm as before, but seems to be filled with endless mockery.