The rain is chilly to the bones.

Zhao Wujiang did not use his cultivation to block the rain, and let the heavy raindrops hit his body.

He saw Xie Bian's strange changes and Fan Wujiu's sadness, and sighed slightly.

Xie Bi'an, who was dressed in gray and white linen clothes, was slightly stunned after speaking. He looked at the lifeless girl lying quietly in the rain next to him with a look of disbelief.

"Susu!"

His face was extremely pale due to the rain, and his hands could not help shaking. He crawled through the rain that covered his ankles, and picked up the girl who was stiff and bloodless.

He caressed the girl's cheek with trembling hands and shouted sadly:

"No...no...Susu...look at daddy, look at daddy, Susu..."

Fan Wujiu's black robe was like ink, and his eyes were full of unbearable anger.

Under the torrential rain, Dong Ning, who was holding a sword with a ghost head, was extinguished by the rain and turned into a wisp of light blue smoke, floating into the body of the scholar who rolled out of the carriage like a corpse.

And Ye Qianchun, who was tall and handsome, was pushed by the rain and folded into the scholar's body.

The deceased scholar's wife, who kept muttering in fear, was hit by large raindrops through her body, turning into wisps of smoke and dust, which floated into the body of the girl in Xie Bian's arms.

Of the nine figures under the torrential rain, in the blink of an eye, only six were left.

Xie Bi'an, who was holding his beloved daughter and crying in grief, Fan Wujiu, who was sighing sadly, Zhao Wujiang, who was soaked by the heavy rain, Zhu Jing, who was squatting in the alley with her arms and mumbling to herself like she was losing her mind, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

A scholar with no breath.

The grief-stricken Xie Bian gasped heavily, crawled a few steps and grabbed Fan Wujiu's black robe, and shouted sadly:

"No help, please save Susu, save her, save her! Save her!"

"Brother Seven..." Fan Wujiu knelt down, held Xie Bi'an's big hand tightly, shook his head, and said in a tone of unbearable tone:

"Susu has died a long time ago, and Xiao Ning has also died a long time ago. Please wake up."

"No! Fan Wujiu! She didn't! No!!!" Xie Bian's eyes were red, as if he had returned to the initial madness, and the surrounding rain was shattered into mist by the roar.

"Dad, I wish I had a junior brother." The girl's light and sweet voice sounded, shaking people's hearts under the drizzle of rain. It extinguished Xie Bian's anger and made Xie Bian suddenly startled.

Xie Bi'an looked sideways, and in the rain curtain, two figures appeared - he and his daughter Xie Chensu.

The rain is like a curtain, and the girl is holding her pretty face and pouting.

My father's eyes are full of doting.

"Isn't your Senior Brother Dong good?"

"Well...it's pretty good, but she doesn't look good and she's always angry with me, like a pimple on a tree."

"Well, dad will find someone to propose marriage tomorrow and send your senior brother Dong out for marriage."

"Oh, don't, dad..."

The rain collapsed, the girl and her father disappeared, and the scene of the rain curtain changed again. The scene was a wedding room, the bed was draped in red gauze, and the words "Happy" were posted on the wall.

Dong Ning, who is full of bookishness but has a plain but gentle appearance, gently lifts the red hijab, revealing the delicate and shy face of a girl.

But the next moment, the happy red turned into blood red, and the rain soaked the festive wedding room, dyeing the rain curtain into blood.

The rain curtain changes, just like the water stains on a piece of transparent glass disappearing, the blood also flows into a pool of blood, and the glass becomes clean and clear.

On the pool of blood, Dong Ning's face was covered with blood, his face was ferocious, and a long sword had penetrated his heart.

He held the sword tightly, and the sharp blade drew thick blood from his hands.

He gritted his teeth, eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, and stared at the man in front of him.

The man was dressed in an aqua blue sweatshirt, full of elegance, with disheveled hair, and a smile on his face. He was unable to hide his weakness and paleness. He kept turning the sword, stirring Dong Ning's heart and wiping out the vitality:

"Brother Dong, forgive Bufan. Bufan is helpless."

"Yue Bufan, you're a fucking beast!" Dong Ning clutched the sword tightly, spitting blood from his mouth.

"Senior Brother Dong, run quickly, run quickly, Senior Brother Dong!"

Not far away, Xie Chensu, who was nailed to the carriage with a sword pierced through his shoulder blade, screamed in horror.

Yue Bufan suddenly turned his sword, and the long sword sank into Dong Ning's body again. He then pulled out the long sword and walked toward Xie Chensu with a slight stagger.

Dong Ning opened his eyes angrily, his throat kept making gasping sounds, and he let out a final desperate roar:

"Yue Bufan! Let my junior sister go!"

Yue Bufan turned his head, with a pale smile on his face, and his smile became stronger and stronger:

"Haha, Brother Dong, I failed to escape the tribulation, did God ever want to let me go?

No!

But my destiny is mine, not this world, I want to live!

You must die!

It is your honor to die for me, Yue Bufan...

You should be happy..."

"Ah!"

Xie Bi'an's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he suddenly rushed towards the rain curtain, shattering it with a bang. He rolled in the rain, covered in blood, lying flat and soaked in the water, staring blankly at the gray sky, with tears streaming down his face.
Chapter completed!