The sharpener was the first to save, and then, people from the entire street rushed over.

Blood splashed out.

………………

Tick ​​tick.

The rain fell on the surface of the mercury-like lake, spreading out one after another large and small circles.

The altar is still the same altar, the lake is still the same lake, and there are still countless lotus leaf-like celadon dishes standing in the lake. But there was no teacher or daughter under the sect, no elder Tao or Zhouziyan on the altar, and there was no Zuo Yuesheng and others in the water pavilion.

It's quiet here, no wind and no damp.

The continuous rain fell from the sky, covering the highest stone platform.

A young man in white, with his fingers crossed, was lying on the stone platform.

He was domineering and domineering when he wore red clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of arrogance, but now he was sleeping quietly in white clothes, but he looked extraordinarily beautiful and quiet. Thin raindrops adhered to his drooping eyelashes, condensed like morning dew and dripped with red scales and red tears that rolled over the corners of his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy opened his eyes blankly.

"……who I am?"

Chapter 35

The rain fell into the boy's eyes, and gradually, the daze when he woke up disappeared. He stared at the sky silently for a long time, and felt that this scene was vaguely familiar... It was like it was not the first time that he woke up after a long dream and asked in a low voice who he was in a place where no one was there, and the surroundings were empty, and no one told him. Answer.

No one told him it was okay.

He rolled over and sat up, resting his hands on the stone platform, overlooking the sparkling water around the altar condescendingly.

"Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou..." He counted the celadon lamps around the altar one by one, just like when children picked a bouquet of flowers, they counted the petals one by one, and the last one decided a certain piece The answer to the matter, "...Yi, Gong, Ning... Qiu."

"All right."

He stopped with satisfaction.

"My surname is Qiu."

"You're still twenty-six," someone couldn't help but reminded, a slender figure appeared in the shadow of the pillars of the water pavilion not far from the altar, "According to this calculation, your surname should be Huai. ."

"I didn't plan to count the candles in a circle," the boy explained gently. "Counting this kind of thing, you can stop when you count to what you like. Don't you understand?"

When he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was peaceful and quiet, and when he opened his eyes, even in white clothes, his words were sincere, and there was a bit of evil spirit... If he was a child, he really used the method of counting petals to decide whether to do something or not. In the end, he will definitely destroy the extra piece without changing his face.

"Wrong," the man in the dark laughed, "why didn't you ask me, who are you?"

This is how a normal person should react.

"It's not normal to ask you, right?" the boy asked strangely, "I don't remember anything now, and I don't know when I beat you or offended you. Asking you who I am, in case you make up a random Messy names, or simply give me the name of a gangster, do I believe it or not?"

"..."

For a while, the people in the dark couldn't tell whether he really forgot or not, whether he was in the battle or not, and he would follow his words and ask again.

"The last name is Qiu, what about the first name?"

"hatred……"

The teenager looked around and saw a celadon lamp flickering, with a weak light.

"Thin lights."

"My surname is Qiu, and my name is Bodeng."

"Qiu Bo Lan."

………………

"What kind of enemy did Qiu Bodeng provoke..."

Lu Jing was a little numb, standing in the center of Pan Street with a knife in hand, not even bothering to move a finger.

"It took so much effort to kill him... I said, you don't have to make it so complicated every time you want to kill, right? You can just kick the door of his room with a knife, or you can buy a few killer assassins and squat. In the tavern, 'smack' while he's drunk, isn't it?"

Zuo Yuesheng rolled his eyes: "Lu Shiyi, what you think is too simple. Do you believe that whoever kicks his door with a knife today, Taiyi kicks his grave with a knife tomorrow?"

"I believe..." Lu Jing was weak, "So, is Zhou Ziyan crazy? Dare to attack Taiyi's little master, isn't he afraid that Taiyi will bring the city down?"

"Generally speaking, there are two main reasons for making it so complicated," said the monk Budu, turning his Buddhist beads. "Either the person you want to kill is too strong to kill directly. Or there are many people behind the person you want to kill. , must be destroyed together. Master Qiu Shi's cultivation has just reached Mingxin, and it is the latter after thinking about it."

"It doesn't matter what the reason is," Lu Jing shouted in a broken voice, "I just want to know what the hell is going on!"

He pointed to the intact Pan Street.

"Can you make someone die happy?!"

No wonder Lu Jing was so irritable.

At first, Lu Jingli was a little nervous to be surrounded by people on Pan Street, but it was very easy to fight. These people are no different from ordinary mortals. Even Zuo Yuesheng, who has the lowest cultivation base, can be defeated at one time. many. As a result, after one street was cleaned up, just as they were about to leave the street to go to other places, they felt a blur in front of their eyes and a trance.

When I woke up again, I found myself standing on the same Pan Street as before.

The people who had just been killed were all standing on the street.

After several repetitions, Lu Jing almost collapsed.

Even if the city suddenly changed overnight, the entire city was controlled by the puppet technique, and there was no such cycle as disgusting.