Lan Nuo shouted low and ducked in front of him to protect him.
He Lanji frowned slightly, and through the light, he clearly saw a skinny girl, no more than ten years old, leaning softly against the corner. The old cotton-padded jacket on her body had been stained with blood so that the original color could not be seen.
Bang!
There was a soft sound from the side window, as if someone broke out of the window.
The master and servant both ducked and chased out at the same time, only to see a red shadow coming out of the window.
"Stop!" He Lanji shouted lowly, and without even thinking about it, the man was already approaching him, grabbing at the back of the man's back.
Although he could no longer remember the previous moves, this catch was as fast as lightning.
But the opponent just twisted slightly in the air, dodged his palm, and slapped him on the chest with a backhand wave.
He Lanji couldn't dodge, so he had to block his arms to parry. He raised his eyes in a hurry, and saw that the other party's black hair was spread like ink, and half of his face was exposed between the messy hair. His skin was as white as snow, his eyebrows were as green as black, and his lips were as red as blood.
There were still a few streaks of blood stained under the corners of her lips. Although her face was beautiful, she still had a ghostly and coquettish look.
Vaguely, somewhat familiar.
Being hit by the opponent's palm, He Lanji suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and he flew backwards towards the ground. Fortunately, Lan Nuo caught him in time and did not fall to the ground. At this time, the woman in red had already turned into a ball.
The red streamer disappeared into the night.
"Ning'er, my Ning'er!"
Inside the house, a woman's sad cry suddenly came from the house.
He Lan ignored the discomfort in his chest for a while, straightened up from Lan Nuo's arms, and hurried to the house.
I saw a disheveled middle-aged woman holding the dead little girl and crying loudly. When she saw the two people walking in, she turned around in panic, and then rushed towards He Lanji desperately, "
You give me back Ning'er, give me back Ning'er..."
"Calm down!" Lan Nuo stepped forward and grabbed the woman, "We did not kill your child!"
"Nonsense!" The woman struggled hard and looked at He Lanji with eyes as angry as daggers. "He is still stained with my Ning'er's blood. Who is he if he isn't?!"
Lan Nuo continued to comfort her, but He Lanji frowned slightly, "Didn't you see the woman in red just now?!"
"What woman in red? I accidentally fell asleep in the middle of sewing clothes. I woke up just now. I didn't see my daughter. I rushed over and she was already dead in the house. It's not you. Who is it? Why did you kill me? My poor Ning
Son, she has just turned ten years old..." The woman cried hoarsely. Seeing that the struggle was ineffective, she simply shouted loudly, "Someone, help, kill someone..."
Lan Nuo also sensed that something was wrong. He immediately raised his arm and lightly touched the side of the woman's neck. The woman immediately collapsed to the ground softly.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and the neighbors thought they were already asleep, so no one heard the woman's voice calling for help.
Lan Nuo slowly lowered the woman in his arms to the ground and looked at He Lanji with questioning eyes, "My lord, look...?!"
"Let's go!" He Lanji's eyes lingered on the body of the thin little girl beside the woman for a moment, and finally turned around and walked out of the house.
Lan Nuo looked at the woman on the ground, sighed, and followed him out.
"You brave monster, do you still want to escape?!" The two of them had just walked out of the courtyard when two figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard, blocking their way.
These two, one in a white robe and the other in a green robe, with a picture of Yin and Yang and Pisces painted on the robe, are both holding fly whisks. They are obviously members of the Shenzong.