Chapter 618: The Tree That Can Kill People

Blood suddenly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and then blood burst out from his nostrils. ±Pine∨Rock∨Xiao± said

Feng knelt down and squatted down to hold his cold body, exclaiming: "Master...what is wrong?"

The snow-white monk robe was stained with bright red blood. He suddenly grabbed Feng's kneeling arm: "White...white clothes..."

He only said three words, and his body fell down, and he stopped breathing as soon as he fell down.

This happened too suddenly. Feng was kneeling and was indifferent, just staring at Jie's face in a daze.

The gray face of Xiaoye turned purple and black. Feng knelt down and knew that he had been infected with some kind of powerful poison.

Should I commit suicide or kill him? What should I tell Feng to kneel before he dies? "White...white clothes..." What does white clothes mean? Is it a white clothes, a person's name, or a secret organization?

The dead body slowly became cold and stiff.

Feng knelt down and placed him gently on the ground, pulling off the white cloth covering the altar, carefully covering his dull face.

An inexplicable melancholy and loss entrenched in Feng Kneeling's heart. Too many doubts made him upset. Looking at the wrinkled rice paper in his hand, Feng Kneeling's eyebrows had already condensed into a lump.

What do you know about the inside story of the Yunyao Temple bloody case?

Feng knelt on the cushion, with a majestic god in front of him, but under the altar was a dead body.

The cold wind blew in from the open door, and the long incense ash in the fire fell, and the bright red fire heads reflected the surrounding artifacts flashed and dark.

Feng knelt down and lowered his head. Leng Feng came in from the back collar, as if someone was blowing his neck from behind.

Feng knelt down and beat him up, stood up suddenly, then turned around and looked out.

A white shadow shook past the door the moment he turned around.

Feng's heart trembled as he knelt down, and he sweared that he was definitely not dazzled.

The wind outside the temple was blowing fiercely, and the lead-gray sky was flying with drizzle like cow hair. The empty temple was terrible.

Feng knelt down and clenched his fists, and went along the long corridor to look for clues about the mysterious white shadow.

Turn right at the end of the corridor and walk through a path filled with dry grass, the temple’s backyard.

The backyard has been deserted, and even more so today!

A tall old pine tree stood alone in a corner of the backyard.

It was strange that the maple kneeled down. In his impression, there was only a row of green Huaiyin cypresses in the backyard, and there was no such old pine tree.

Huaiyin cypress is gone, and there is only one pine tree in the spacious backyard, and there is nothing else.

This scene looks abrupt.

Standing in front of the tall old pine, there is a sense of mystery that I can’t speak or explain clearly!

The branches of the old pineapple plate were peeled off, but the top was twisted, with a strong momentum, and something faintly fluttered on the tree canopy.

The sky was gray, Feng knelt down and couldn't see it clearly, but he felt something ulterior motive hidden on it.

This feels very strong!

Feng knelt down and tried to hold the thick tree trunk, clamped his legs, and climbed upwards...

As soon as he climbed a few steps, he suddenly heard someone talking behind him: "What are you doing?" The sound of the tablet is mechanical, without any temperature or any emotion.

Feng knelt and turned his head and saw a plain and honest face. His face was in a national shape and his thin lips formed a line. As soon as he spoke, the man's thick Adam's apple seemed to be still squirming. What's strange is that the man had no beard on his mouth, and he couldn't even see a little bit of beard. He wore a black robe, so Feng knelt and couldn't see his figure.

Feng knelt down and slid down from the tree, curiously said: "Who are you?"

The man in black robe did not answer, but just looked at Feng indifferently and knelt down: "Do you know where this is?"

Feng knelt down without thinking: "Yunyao Temple."

The man in black robe's Adam's apple was rolling: "In the past, it's not now!"

Feng knelt down and wondered: "Oh?"

The man in black robe looked at Lao Song in front of him with empty eyes: "This is a murderous slaughterhouse, and even this tree is stained with murderous aura!"

Feng knelt down and sneered: "Who are you? Why do you say such things to me?"

The flat and boring voice of the man in black robe sounded again: "I never answer other people's questions, only one person is exceptional!"

Feng knelt down and asked, "Who is it?"

The man in black robe said, "The dying man." He looked into the distance with his cold eyes, "I have answered a question for you, it seems... you will definitely die."

Feng knelt down and sneered: "You want to kill me?"

The man in black robe shook his head: "I won't kill you, this tree is the one who killed you!" After saying this, he slowly turned around and walked slowly outside the yard. The moment he stepped out of the yard, Feng knelt down and saw a corner of the black robe lifted, revealing a white edge, pale white edge!

The black and white look very dazzling.

Feng knelt down and was stunned. Suddenly he remembered something, and he chased after him like he was flying...

The cold wind wrapped in raindrops and hit Feng Kneeling on his face. Feng Kneeling's face became ugly, because the man in black robe disappeared out of thin air as soon as he was removed from the hospital.

Feng knelt down and searched a few times along the trail in the backyard, and finally returned to the yard.

The cold and quiet courtyard exudes a strange and evil spirit of death.

Feng's scalp was a little numb. "I won't kill you, this tree is the one who killed you." What does the man in black robe mean? Could this tree really kill people? Feng's kneeling eyes were staring at the old pine tree. After a long time, he walked over step by step. Feng's kneeling walked very slowly, but he didn't mean to stop as soon as he walked! The fine raindrops wet his head, and the cold water drips slipped along his temples and then rolled down his cheeks into his precious beige marten fur.

Feng knelt and approached Lao Song...

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Hao Xiangyi's face was terrifyingly gloomy like the sky outside the window. He pressed a thick stack of files under his thin palms, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were twisted like earthworms due to the force.

The fragrance of tea leaves wafts in the study room, and the best Fengzhou Biluochun is soaked in the white porcelain cover bowl.

Hao Xiangyi's face was filled with anger at some point. He gritted his teeth, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly.

In the back garden outside the study, a girl's silver bell-like laughter came...

Hao Xiangyi waved his hand and swept the teacup on the table.

The white porcelain cover bowl cracked into more than a dozen petals, and the hot tea splashed all over the floor.

The blue and light dark face turned purple. He has been following Hao Xiangyi for eight years, but he has seen such a big temper for the first time. In his impression, the parents of Yaocheng were kind and gentle, courteous and gentle. Even if he was demoted to this remote town by the court in the past, he was not at all angry. But today...
Chapter completed!