The cell door is closed.

Moonlight shines down from the patio.

You can see the fog getting thicker.

The few people who had been noisy just now winked at each other, and then moved to corners, covering their bodies, holding their breath and concentrating.

According to past practice, when there is thick fog at night for no reason, it is the time when the murderer kills.

Now the fog has appeared.

Has the murderer sneaked closer?

Where will he break into the prison?

Door? Window? Patio?

Or, enter through the wall?

Six pairs of eyes were constantly patrolling the four corners of the room.

Between hesitations.

"Crunch."

The main door of the prison slowly opened.

The thick fog poured out of the door like a wave of water released from a floodgate, and in the mist, a bright red dress quietly emerged.

The moonlight shines brightly.

The clear night sky falls from outside the house, matching the color of the fog.

The person's plain short clothes, thin sword and a ferocious ghost face were reflected.

The serial killer visits as scheduled.

…………

Since it was an ambush, how could there not be a trap?

At the gate, there is a big net on the beam directly above. The Zhang brothers are holding on to the rope, breathing rapidly. Four small colorful flags are standing in the four corners. Taoist Feng is making magic tricks with his hands, and his lips are moving.

Just one step.

The murderer will step into the trap and be unable to escape.

But.

Until the six people stared at her until her eyes were sore and her palms were sweating, she stood firmly outside the door.

Let the moonlight outline mist like sand, lingering on the thin and thin sword blade, climbing up the slender waist, and the plain white skirt of the clothes, making the evil ghost mask even more blurry.

But his feet never moved even half a step.

…

Feng Chong licked his dry lips.

Although this young Taoist tried his best to appear shrewd, several old men had already seen that he was a fresh-faced man.

At the moment, the prey has not stepped into the trap for a long time, and he is already confused and completely at a loss.

And this time.

However, the Ranger suddenly appeared from hiding, and Shi Shiran stood in the hall, confronting the ghost-faced woman coldly.

He was immediately startled and wanted to ask questions, but was afraid of exposing himself. He was so entangled in his heart that he saw Zheng Tong next to him also get out.

"That little gadget has been noticed by others a long time ago."

The butcher picked up the sword, "Bah, bah" twice, spit into the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to stand side by side with the ranger.

"Why hide your head and hide your tail? Just have a good fight!"

He shouted loudly, but there was still no movement in the corner where the few remaining people were hiding.

It wasn't until the ghost-faced woman took out a few coins and threw them out one by one, knocking the flag away and knocking down the trap. Only then did the few people finally give up their luck and walk out.

…………

The ranger looked at his opponent carefully.

The ghostly face covers the face, making it difficult to see the real face, only revealing a slender neck that is easily broken; the body is tall but slender, presumably lacking the strength to fight for a long time; the skirt is too long, which is not conducive to movement; the length of the sword is appropriate, But it's too thin and fine, as if it would break if touched.

But just such a person and such a sword made him, a man accustomed to fighting, feel a heavy pressure.

"Deserves a hundred taels!"

He said this in his heart.

Then he silently pulled out the second horizontal knife on the right side of his waist. The frost blade was like snow and the cold light shone on people. This was a silent invitation to fight.

Although the other party was speechless, he gladly accepted the invitation with actions and stepped into the house with his sword in hand.

The ranger nodded, took a long breath, held down his excited heart, held the knife in front of him, and said in a concentrated voice:

"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one pound and eighty taels. It is made into steel and quenched into a blade. In the autumn of the fourth year of Tianbao..."

However, the words are half-finished.

I heard a loud shout in my ears: "What nonsense!"

Zheng Tuzi rushed forward like a whirlwind, raised his knife and laughed:

"Eat a certain knife first."

The Zhang brothers also seemed to have smelled blood and got hyenas, and followed them with smiles.

for a while.

On the other hand, the ranger who came out first was holding back half of his lines and fell behind.

…

Butcher Zheng turned the blade into a horn and plowed it like a wild ox.

The ghost-faced woman spun around, disappearing and then reappearing in the hazy mist, but she had already appeared behind the butcher.

The thin and thin sword blade seemed to lose its shape as it was swung rapidly, blending into the mist. At first glance, the ghost-faced woman seemed to be driving a cloud of mist towards the butcher's neck.

Later, Zhang Shaonan came to help hurriedly.

But what he used was not the two daggers in his hands, but a flimsy object that seemed to have no lethality.

But just such a thing made the ghost-faced woman pause and jump away suddenly.

The thing fell on Zheng Tuzi, right on his forehead when he turned around.

"WTF?"

Butcher's nose twitched.

A fishy stench filled the nose.

Pull it off and take a look.

Damn it!

It's a menstrual cloth!

The butcher was furious and couldn't care less about the ghost-faced woman. He slammed the thing in his hand to the ground, jumped up and cursed:

"You damn genius! If you keep throwing around such obscene things, I'll take your brother's head off first!"

Zhang Shaonan chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Isn't it the one who destroys evil?"

"Destroy your ancestors!"

There was a mess here, but Zhang Tong quietly touched the side, not knowing where to shoot, and heard:

"Clang!"

There was a loud noise.

A thick wooden board covered with iron was turned upside down, sealing the door tightly.

He laughed loudly:

"You are such a cunning witch, why don't you drink your Master Zhang's foot-washing water? Now, let's see where you can run?!"

In wild laughter.

The ghost-faced girl looked around with a devilish mask on her face.

Nearby, the Zhang brothers were elated and Zheng Tuzi was eager to try.

Ten steps away, the knight-errant Zhang Yi was waiting with his sword drawn.

Farther away, Taoist priest Feng Chong holds a yellow talisman, and swordsman Xu Zhan holds a long sword in his arms.

Looking back at himself, his escape route was cut off and he suddenly fell into the encirclement and suppression by six people.

…………
To be continued...