The man trembled suddenly, and a haze flashed through his eyes. His face suddenly turned gray. A long sword penetrated deeply into his abdomen, with a large pool of blood flowing under him. The girl smiled and pulled the sword out of his body. A cruel smile was condensed on her lips, like a desperate and beautiful poppy.

"Then you go and die."

The moment the sword was pulled out from his body, the hot blood was sprayed out in one breath, sprinkling on the corner of her raised lips, and A Ling fell to the ground.

"Ah...Ah Ling..." But the girl seemed to have suddenly recovered her mind, looked at the scarlet all over the ground in disbelief, grabbed her hair almost collapsed, and whispered these curses in her mouth: "I, I killed people again... I killed Ah Ling, my father, and so many innocent people... It's me... it's me!!"

She yelled hysterically.

Her face was covered with blurry and sticky blood and tears, which looked terrifying but sad. She stood up as a walking corpse, her eyes scattered like a black abyss, with no light spots. She walked past the man who was lying in a pool of blood step by step, her hands hanging weakly to her side, her eyes were crying red, but she looked at the sky crazy and laughed.

Seeing her back gradually moving away, Chun Lian, hiding in the dark, finally couldn't help but rush out, sat down on the ground, watching the man's injuries, the sword penetrated directly through his abdomen, and the man was lying on the ground without any sense.

Chunlian saw his face clearly, his high nose bridge, and his delicate facial features. Although he did not have such a strong evil aura, he was still very handsome. "A Ling...A Ling..." Chunlian patted his cheek with his hand and called him, but he had no reaction at all, and his whole body began to emit strange black mist, which was evil spirits. Chunlian was anxious. A Ling wouldn't really die like this... She hurriedly took out the black brocade scarf that he had fallen to save him before, and pressed his still bleeding wound with force. She tightly bandaged it with black silk.

A Ling was helped up by her and leaned on her shoulder. "Hold on, I'll help you to find a doctor!" But because of insufficient strength, Chunlian stumbled back to the ground. She was about to try again, but A Ling lay in her ear and murmured: "Laugh...Xiao Ge..."

"A Ling...what did you say?"

A Ling opened her eyes weakly and gently held the Lantian jade flute tied between Chunlian's waist, with a faint voice like a dream.

"Flute...I want to listen to... laughing songs, play a song..."

Very weak and low sound.

There was an inexplicable light on his thick eye feathers, but his furrowed eyebrows revealed that he was enduring great pain.

Chunlian glanced gently at the pale face, took out the jade flute from her waist, placed it on her lips, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The sound of the flute was as clear as a spring, and it was extremely beautiful in this empty night. A Ling gradually relaxed and leaned on her shoulder with her eyes closed, as if she wanted to merge with the night and the music.

The strange black fog around him gradually dissipated in the sound of the flute, and the scene changed rapidly without warning, like a movie with the acceleration button pressed, constantly changing rapidly, and as if it was rapidly traveling through this vast space and time, turning page by page.
Chapter completed!