God, he's wearing it again

The house was big, and there was a fire in the house, so there was a different sense of comfort. The village chief had already slept in the next room, and the larger room was reserved for them.

Feng Jiuluo propped his chin and looked out of the window, watching the wind sweeping the snow whistling and floating in the air, he was so rare that he didn't speak.

Gu Hanshuang was meditating with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. The fire light softened his icy face. Feng Jiuluo glanced this way and turned his head back.

"Do you like it very much?" The boy rarely opened his mouth in this quiet atmosphere.

Feng Jiuluo put down the hand that was supporting his chin, and looked at him suspiciously, and the young man said again, "Snow." The words were as precious as gold.

"like."

The young man was surprised, as if it was so strange that the word "like" came out of this person's mouth.

"It's been a long time since I saw it. According to this method, you should be able to build a snowman tomorrow." Feng Jiuluo continued, speaking in a rare non-sarcasm tone, and squinted his eyes towards the window, as if a mask had been cast on his face. The layer of warm color makes people unconsciously want to stay like this forever, and the next moment, "I want to make a beautiful girl, the kind with a thin waist and long legs."

Sure enough, Gu Hanshuang's lips and teeth trembled.

There were hurried footsteps outside, followed by an even more hasty knock on the door.

"It's not good, the village head, please take someone to take a look. My father is dying, and he was fine when he came home." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl broke in, her body was covered with snow, her nose Her eyes were red from the cold, and she grabbed the village chief's sleeve.

There were a bunch of people around the room, but they didn't dare to approach.

Feng Jiuluo first took Gu Hanshuang to lift off the quilt covering his body, and the villagers saw him standing further away with the quilt lifted.

The young man under the quilt was ashen-faced, with his mouth open as if he hadn't stopped being frightened before, his clothes were open and a hole was dug in front of his chest, and the internal organs were emptied, but the blood didn't mean to flow out, so he It seemed to be stopped by someone.

Feng Jiuluo frowned lightly, moved his hand to the young man's face, and there was still some warmth, it seemed that the heart was taken away not long ago.

"My mother, let's move out quickly, this village is really not safe." A tall and tall man next to him said.

"This is not the first time it has happened. It's too scary. If we stay in the village again, the monster will probably eat us all."

"It's too much to eat. Do you know Dunzi? He didn't even know his heart was picked out in the field. When he came home for lunch at noon, his wife saw that she was scared to death, and pointed at him tremblingly. Then he looked down. Ah, the part of my heart is empty, and then I fell to the ground." The villager lowered his voice, but Feng Jiuluo heard it.

"Then what happened later." Feng Jiuluo answered.

The village chief coughed, "Ahem, don't talk nonsense about things you haven't seen with your own eyes."

"Why is it a mess..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "No, I want to move, I will move now!" Someone exclaimed loudly, and as he was about to walk out the door, he was stopped by the village chief.

Feng Jiuluo thought to himself, why did the topic stop at every critical moment.

"Everyone be quiet. If you go out now, the monster might be outside. Isn't that the same as going to die?" the village chief said, and he was standing at the door with a cane.

"But the village chief, you let us close the door. This person was hollowed out in the house." Someone retorted.

"I watched my internal organs being picked out while being fully awake." Feng Jiuluo added, and everyone turned their eyes to one of the little masters who had just walked in.

Everyone couldn't help covering their hearts. The village chief really wanted to hit him right now.

"You don't have to explain it to them in such detail." Gu Hanshuang opened his mouth rarely.

Feng Jiuluo chuckled and deserved a beating even more.

"Don't worry, there is still help." His indifferent appearance did not seem to be deceiving.

Everyone looked in disbelief, this can be saved, I am afraid there is a ghost.

"Little guy, take out the talisman paper on your body, I know you brought it." Feng Jiuluo said to Gu Hanshuang who was beside him, Gu Hanshuang took out a stack of papers from his cuff and gave it to him, all of which were unwritten, and he was going to go Then the young man shook his hand, "I'm not young."

kindness?Why did you refute it.

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

Not too small.

Feng Jiuluo was about to bite his own finger to draw a talisman, and when his finger came to his mouth, he remembered, "I have to use yours if I can't do it." He pulled out the boy's sword and drew a line on his finger, and struck the boy's His hand drew a stroke on the talisman paper like flowing water.

When finished, he folded the drawn paper into a special shape, tied it with a red thread and buried it in the young man's heart.

"We still need to find the real one and exchange the talisman paper back." Gu Hanshuang said.

"That's right, a child can be taught. It's a pity that you don't become my apprentice." Feng Jiuluo muttered, the boy turned his face away and muttered arrogantly, "Who will be your apprentice."

Feng Jiuluo: "It's just one step away." Just as he picked up the ink pen and was about to step forward, the figure outside the window swayed, and he looked out the window in shock, and stared at that thing in a daze, "Go Chase, I'm not quite done yet."

Gu Hanshuang glanced at him, "Then don't run around." Then he turned and left.

"My father's hand moved, my father's hand moved just now." The girl exclaimed.

"Could it be that you misread it, but this little master came back to life with such a simple operation?" Some people didn't believe it.

"It's really moving, I saw it too, Yingzi didn't lie." Someone exclaimed again, and everyone looked at the young master in disbelief.

Feng Jiuluo: "Not alive, still dead."

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"Huh?" Everyone wondered.

"If you're lucky, you can find his heart within three days and you won't die." Feng Jiuluo explained while drawing something on the forehead of the young man on the bed with a vermilion pen.

"Then if you're unlucky." The village chief said.

Feng Jiuluo: "I don't know."

Someone: "Ah? You are too irresponsible."

Feng Jiuluo looked up at him, but the man didn't dare to speak.

"If you want to be responsible, you come to save it, I'll just watch and do nothing." Feng Jiuluo yelled at him.

The crowd also looked at the man, and the man waved his hands tremblingly, unable to bear the gazes of the crowd, "Don't, don't, I will help you."

Just when Feng Jiuluo was about to make the last stroke, suddenly a icy sword light broke through the thin window paper and galloped towards him. He blocked it with his sharp-eyed pen and turned around to avoid the blow.

Everyone was startled and retreated out of the room, and then several sword shadows, Feng Jiuluo, dodged quickly and did not suffer any injuries, but chopped everything in the room to pieces.

The owner of the sword did not show up. Feng Jiuluo glanced at the broken vermilion brush on the ground just now. It was broken into that shape but there was no way to use it anymore. Didn't get together at all.

"If you don't want him to die, watch me carefully, don't let his body be stolen by others," reminded him before jumping from the window, "especially don't let 'he' run away by himself If you can't go out, you can tie it up with a rope."

"Ah?" Everyone came back to their senses after he left. They still didn't understand that they were all "dead" and could still run out. They shuddered when they recalled the corpses in the village that had their hearts dug out and then disappeared inexplicably. Could it be true? They ran out by themselves?

The snow outside did not know when it became smaller. Feng Jiuluo chased the man with the sword all the way and stopped at the door of a dilapidated house. The ground is covered with snow, and the house is quite big, not like an ordinary house, but like an inn where people used to rest.

"Your Excellency, you can't run anymore and want to rest here, but I see that this place is so dilapidated that it doesn't seem like a place with good wine and food. I know there is a good place. Would you mind going to have a few drinks with me?" Feng Jiuluo covered her lips and smiled lightly.

Under the snowy light, the person standing in front of the door suddenly turned into several afterimages that entangled him. The door behind opened with a creak, and those afterimages rolled him in and fell to the ground hard. His eyes were dazzled, and at the same time the door was closed heavily, blocking the snow light outside, and the inside became pitch black.

Feng Jiuluo got used to it for a while and got up from the ground. At this moment, the candles in the room were lit one by one. Before he could get used to the darkness for a moment, a cold sword stabbed him, and he swayed away. open.

"Why are you here again, you monster? You think you didn't humiliate us enough before and came here to humiliate us?!" It was a young and energetic monk, wearing a ginger-yellow robe, he didn't look like a disciple of the Yuxiaoxian sect, could it be Is it the disciple of another sect that the old village chief said suddenly disappeared?

"Do we know each other?" Feng Jiuluo pointed at himself, why did he yell at him as soon as he came up.

"Stop talking nonsense, today you will either die or you will kill us all, but I tell you that if you kill me, my father will be the first to let you go, and you will be crushed, little demon, and skinned Cramps can never be reborn!"

Feng Jiuluo pretended to be afraid and shook his body, "Hey, where did the yellow-skinned parrot come from? It's so young that it's so vicious. It eats cramps and picks skin. My darling is almost scared out of you. "

"You?!" It was the first time someone called him a yellow-skinned parrot in such a big age, and his eyes were red with anger, which made him suffer an unprecedented humiliation.

"Junior Brother Fang Lai, don't talk nonsense with him and let's kill him together.