Brother Cool Was Forced to Escape, and His Old Enemy Came over After Smelling the Smell.

"When the world remembers Elder Ling Dao, they all say that he proved the Tao through killing, killing his wife, his son, his father and his mother. Shi Qi Jian, whose name is like the Lord, has a fierce reputation for a long time. During those eight years, even the capital of Han Dynasty was filled with black clouds and bloody rain. Only one person saw Song Lingtou standing with a knife behind his back. The rain was abrasive and the corpses were piled on top of each other. But that person said casually: 'It's not enough. ' " "Sir, are you the one who saw it with your own eyes?" The audience asked. "It's not important." The storyteller's face on the stage was blurred, but he smiled slightly. The folding fan in his hand was pointed in a certain corner. "What's important is that the protagonist just now is still in the audience." The whole hall was silent. The necks of all the spectators were twisted back in an instant, but their toes were still forward. The large hall behind them emitted red light. They laughed sinisterly, with a layer of corpse wax floating on their faces. "Elder Lingdao, you strangled, stabbed, or drowned me..." The voices of men, women, old and young were mixed together. Hissing and vomiting were sharp, ghostly and sinister, and a sinister wind penetrated the hall. Song Ling turned around sharply and met the smiling eyes of the storyteller on the stage. The mouth opened and closed like a blood-red door. The intimate, cold, casual, and oppressive timbre constitutes an illusory sentence, which sticks to the ear like a mantra. "Brother, you are not allowed to leave." "Classmate Song, you are not allowed to leave." "Old Song, you are not allowed to leave." The sky is white but suddenly hot in summer. It seems like a dense web woven by the desire to choose people to eat has formed the world. The web is getting narrower and narrower. Each warp and weft is composed of a few words. It is not resentment or death, but "Song Lingdao, don't let go." Intention: The living are just passers-by and don't care about anything.