In the early morning, Feng Yan woke up in a daze, and Wei Xingzhen was also half asleep and half awake.

They turned sideways and looked at each other at the same time. The two of them leaned tightly together again, kissed each other, and then fell into a shallow sleep together in the dim light of the morning light.

Outside the window is a quiet and cold morning in late autumn. The frost and dew hit the branches and leaves, and the wet chill everywhere.

But these have nothing to do with the two people in the courtyard. Their warm and dry bodies are warming each other.

Wei Xingzhen's hairpin and hair crown rolled on the floor beside the bed. The two of them had some clothes hanging down beside the bed, and some were kicked to the corner of the bed.

The two of them closed their eyes, their eyelashes trembled gently, as if they were trapped in the same dream.

It was not until a servant knocked on the door again that Feng Yan finally frowned and woke up again.

She whispered that the servant lady would come back for half an hour, and then yawned while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

When her eyes accidentally passed by the person beside her pillow, she suddenly realized that Wei Xingzhen was looking at her with bright eyes open.

Feng Yan couldn't help laughing, gently hugged his head and left a kiss on his forehead, then fell on his shoulder, and sighed with his eyes closed.

Wei Xingzhen took the kiss quietly, held Feng Yan's hand silently, and looked at her lazy appearance.

Feng Yan's laziness was a bit innocent and charming. He looked at his wife like this, wanted to call her name, but did not want to disturb her Qingmeng, so he shouted "A Yan" and "A Yan" over and over again in his heart.

These two words rolled around in his heart, causing him to be in peace.

Wei Xingzhen slowly closed his arms, making Feng Yan's breathing closer to him.

All of this is of course true.

But it seems to make people worry about it. It is a dream of mirage and water.

...

The morning light shines on the warm courtyard of Feng's mansion, and also on the majestic and cold glazed tiles of Taichu Palace.

Smoke was rising from the residential buildings, and the whole of Luoyang was waking up.

In the forest about one or two hundred miles away, several caravans were leisurely shaking their tails and eating grass on the hillside.

This is obviously not a normal scene - the horses are walking freely in the woods, with saddles still on their backs, but the riders are missing.

A pair of twin sisters sat bored on the hills. Their height, appearance, dressed almost exactly the same, but due to their different temperaments and years of expression changes, their originally similar faces gradually became easy to identify and distinguish.

My sister held a reed in her mouth and looked leisurely at the valley not far away.

My sister's eyes were also staring at the other side, but the next moment she stood up and paced back and forth with some unbearable help.

"Does he have to kill one by one? Mr. Xia gave us the deadline to Luoyang that passed yesterday! Let's continue--"

"Don't be anxious," the sister said softly, and she signaled her sister to go and see, "Look, the killing is almost over, there are only three left."

My sister pointed her hand from afar. Someone was standing on the ground with a bloody river, fifty or sixty steps away from the two of them.

This caravan of one or two hundred people has now turned into corpses lying on the ground.

The last three survivors were almost numb to fear. They trembled and looked at the approaching murderer not far away - he was wearing a hat on his head and half of his face hidden in the shadow of his hat.

The murderer was thin and tall, and in the morning light, his exposed hands and neck were rock-like gray-black.

Before killing each person, he would carry the man's hair, then put the steel knife on the other party's fragile and tight neck, and then lean over and say something in the other party's ear.

After hearing this sentence, everyone showed a look of trembling or incredible expression, and then gave their own answers tremblingly.

Often after they answered the first sentence, the murderous demon raised his hand and slashed his throat on the spot.

The murderer straightened his back and held the knife and stretched his waist in the morning light. His clothes were obviously not very fit and tightly tied on his back. When he moved greatly, the thin fabric directly outlined the terrifying muscle lines of his shoulders and back.

The hands holding the knife were covered with blood, but he didn't care. He loosened his joints a little, and turned around and walked towards the last three living people.

The three of them looked at the tall figure in vain and walked up to them, but their hands and feet were completely limp and they had no strength.

The murderer skillfully pulled one of them up, put the knife on his neck, lowered his head, and whispered the question he had asked countless times tonight—

"Are you afraid of death?"

When life was hanging on the line, the business traveler suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive.

He clearly felt that this was his last chance. He plucked up the courage to look at the cold and terrible eyes under the hat, and prayed with a pitiful and helpless look like a lamb.

"I... Of course I'm afraid, you-"

Before he finished speaking, his expression solidified on his face - the body below his neck was instantly soaked with the gushing blood.

Although the valley had long been stained with bloody smell, when the warm and fresh blood of the companions splattered directly on their faces, the fishy smell was still scary.

The murderer walked to the second person, and the routine was exactly the same.

This time, the second man trembled with his teeth and murmured with a quarrel, "No...I'm not afraid."

The murderer sneered and ended his life simply and neatly.

The steel knife fell on the third person's neck, and the murderer asked the same question again.

"What about your answer."

The third person was already in total despair - the ending of fear and not fear was the same, maybe it was just an excuse to play with the dead...

In a situation where there is no chance of winning, the third person suddenly felt a sense of loneliness and courage. His originally soft hands seemed to have regained some strength under strong fear.

He suddenly leaned forward and stabbed the sword in his sleeve into the murderer's neck first.

However, the murderer reacted faster. The dagger, which was as sharp as mud, only cut off the hat on his forehead.

The hat fell to the ground, and the murderer's face became clear - his face was like his body, showing an inhuman rock gray.

He looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pitch-black horn growing in the center of his forehead, which exuded a warm luster in the morning light.

The murderer's pupils were shaped like snakes, and he stuck out his tongue and gently licked his dry lips.

"Monster-Monster...!!!"

The murderer smiled grimly, "It's great to detoxify yourself so quickly."

The steel knife pierced into the throat, and the third person fell down.

The two sisters on the hills in the distance stood up, and the sister clenched her fists, "You can leave now!"

However, the murderer ignored it. He stood at the center of the killing and put his hands together, chanting scriptures for the deceased in a low voice like a monk.

The woman in the distance was furious when she saw him like this, "Cow! Don't bully people too much-"
Chapter completed!