Master from the Lunatic Asylum [Transmigration Book]

Shi Gu expressed his sincere admiration for his appetite.

Shi Gu expressed a little flattered.

"Fan Hongyin and I are going to meet a friend in a while."

While eating, Yu Zhan suddenly said, "Can you go back alone?"

Shigu thought for a while and nodded.

Yu Zhan is a person with secrets.

People with secrets always do something with secrets.

He is very understanding.

Soon after bidding farewell to Yu Zhan, Shi Gu walked back to the inn by himself.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the crooked moon hung high in the sky, shedding a faint light.

The location of the inn is very remote, the further you walk, the fewer pedestrians on the road.

In the end, it was already deserted.

But Shigu is not afraid of no one, although the noisy night market makes him happy, but in comparison, the darkness of no one will make him feel safer and more comfortable.

Thinking of this, the distance between the inn gradually narrowed.

Suddenly, Shi Gu stopped in his footsteps.

The night wind is blowing, not far away, the inn with bright and clean windows is simple and grand, standing quietly between the quiet and deserted roads, with faint candlelight reflected from inside, and beside the door, a few willow trees float leisurely catkins .

Everything looked perfectly normal.

Except for the blood-stained face that was tightly attached to the window sill on the second floor.

With a "bang", the door of the inn was smashed to pieces, and a figure flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Taking a closer look, it was Qingyuan.

Qing Yuan's Tsing Yi was already tattered and was stained dark red by the blood.

Seeing Shigu, he was startled first, and subconsciously shouted: "What are you doing back here!"

As soon as the words fell, someone rushed out from the shattered gate, and slashed at Shi Gu who was standing there in a daze.

The man was extremely fast, and surging spiritual power gushed out from the long knife in his hand, which indicated that this man was a master above the golden core stage.

Sometimes it doesn't move.

"Incompetent bungler!"

Seeing this, Qing Yuan was anxious and angry, and after cursing secretly, he immediately raised his sword and blocked Shi Gu.

And at this moment, the person who made the knife finally revealed the whole picture.

It was a masked man whose whole body was wrapped in night clothes, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the darkness, except for a pair of exposed eyes, cold and murderous.

The masked man was far superior to Qing Yuan in both his cultivation and his moves, after a few moves, Qing Yuan had no power to parry.

"Let's go!" At the moment of crisis, Qing Yuan yelled at Shi Gu.

"Go back to Cangyun Sect and find Master!"

Just after finishing speaking, the masked man struck Qing Yuan back a few meters with a heavy blow, and he threw up a big mouthful of blood when he raised his head.

The blood mist stained the air in front of him red, and a strong bloody smell permeated.

On the side, it seemed that Shiji moved his fingers out of fright.

Am I dying.

Looking at the long knife stabbing in front of him, Qing Yuan felt desolate in his heart.

He never thought that before he died, he would stand in front of a waste.

I don't know if this trash can escape back to Cangyun and pass on the news.

Qingyuan thought quietly.

Immediately, he thought of his usual temperament again.

Twitching the corners of his mouth a little desolately, Qingyuan felt that he was going to die in vain.

Thinking like this, he slowly closed his eyes.

The expected death was delayed.

how--

Kiyohara was puzzled, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

Then, he saw a slender and thin hand blocking in front of him.

Those were a pair of very white and slender hands, delicate and delicate, crystal clear and moist under the moonlight.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that this hand should not have anything to do with killing.

However, at this moment, it was such a hand that easily clamped the heavy long knife in front of him.

Then, the hand bounced lightly, lightly on the blade.

"锃—!"

There was a clear crisp sound.

Strong spiritual power spread from the tip of the knife, all the way up, under the horrified gaze of the masked man and Qingyuan, the long knife, the arm holding the knife, and the person holding the knife were broken bit by bit, bit by bit.

In the end, there was only a cloud of blood fog left in front of Qing Yuan.

Kiyohara opened his mouth.

An extremely cold fear enveloped him, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound, only his eyes were wide open, showing his shock at the moment.

The neck became extremely stiff at some point, which made him use a lot of strength to raise his head with difficulty, and followed the beautiful hand to look at the owner of the fingers.

Shi Gu's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were filled with the ashes of the ancient well.