"Monster! Don't even think about messing with me with witchcraft!"

Zuo Qianhu pulled out the last long knife on his back, held it tightly with one arm, and slashed it at Wei Huacun's head.

"Hehehe..."

Wei Huacun's smile did not change: "He is a fierce man, but he is too reckless to achieve great things. You should remember to guard against impatience in the future."

The sword struck down, but it was all in vain.

Zuo Qianhu staggered forward and almost fell down.

When he stood firm and looked up, the old woman was gone, and he couldn't help but feel surprised and uncertain.

Even if the sword failed, he wouldn't have been unable to control the power of the sword, but he almost dropped someone just now. Normally, this would never have been possible.

"Where is this?"

"What is this place?"

Zuo Qianhu looked at the stone bridge in front of him, the boundless mist of chaos under the bridge, and the endless darkness in all directions, and his mind was shaken.

Just as he muttered to himself, he heard a voice of surprise coming from behind him almost at the same time.

"who!?"

He turned around suddenly and saw a beautiful middle-aged woman appearing at the bridge.

Her hair is tied up in a high bun, and her appearance and appearance are all charming. Although she is wearing a gauze skirt, she still looks heroic.

He even held a long sword in his hand. When he saw others, he was also startled. His hand shook and the sword was unsheathed.

"Who are you?"

Zuo Qianhu could see through the strength of this person from her sword-holding technique at a glance.

Even though he has some skills, he still can't take notice of him.

Ignoring the sword pointed directly at him, he frowned: "Have you just arrived here?"

"Your Excellency, too...?"

Ning Zhong was looking at his face, the tip of his sword was slightly hanging down.

"good."

Zuo Qianhu's frown deepened.

"Where are you from?"

"I don't know either. I was practicing my sword on the mountain when I suddenly saw a golden lotus falling from the sky."

Ning Zhongze didn't hide anything, and thought back with eyebrows: "I thought it was a young man who sneaked up on my flower and wanted to plot a plot, so he stabbed him with a sword. Not thinking about the next moment, he arrived here and saw a person.

Old woman..."

Zuo Qianhu was shocked and quickly asked: "Did you also see the old woman? When?"

Ning Zhongze said: "Just now, just a few breaths ago."

"how so?"

Zuo Qianhu was secretly shocked.

If the beautiful woman didn't lie to him, then the two of them should have met the old woman at the same time.

"She said that this place is called Little Sumeru, and this bridge is called Dharma Bridge. It is the only way to reach the other shore and ascend to heaven. As long as I walk across this bridge, I will be able to achieve what I have thought about in my life."

Compared to Zuo Qianhu, although they were both warriors, they had already witnessed the mysteries of Taoism and the mischief of monsters, and even killed several monsters with their own hands.

In Ningzhong, there was a female prostitute who was alone. She suddenly went from her home to such a strange place. It was rare to be able to remain calm and composed.

Although I was shocked and doubtful, I was even more eager to understand the mystery of this place.

Without waiting for Zuo Qianhu to ask questions, he told what he saw.

"..."

Zuo Qianhu didn't expect the old woman to say so much. He slashed out with the knife. Although he didn't chop, he directly chopped the person away.

"Little Sumeru? Climb to the other shore and ascend to heaven?"

Zuo Qianhu chuckled: "Do you believe it?"

"Incredible, unbelievable."

Ning Zhong shook his head and said, he wanted to say more, but suddenly he was stunned: "Is there someone in front?"

There is something strange about this stone bridge. It doesn't look very long, but it always gives the impression that it is difficult to distinguish between distance and distance, so that there is a person standing on the bridge, but the two of them are unaware of it.

Zuo Qianhu turned around suddenly and saw a woman standing at the end of the bridge.

But this woman stood blankly at the head of the bridge, facing the boundless chaos under the bridge, motionless and silent.

Looking at the back, you can feel a bit of sadness.

The two looked at each other and walked towards the woman.

They thought they were only a few steps away, but they walked for more than half an hour before they arrived at the bridge unknowingly. This strange sight made the two of them even more surprised.

Until the two of them reached the woman, they still didn't see any reaction from her, and she didn't seem to notice at all.

The two of them were about to call her, but they saw a vortex in the chaos under the bridge in front of them, and their eyes were immediately attracted.

In the vortex, a piece of light and shadow unexpectedly appeared, flashing pictures that looked like real things.

After taking a few glances, I realized that the protagonist in the picture was the delicate and elegant woman in front of me.

At this time, in the picture, there is a man with disheveled hair and a knotted beard, in a dark and dirty cell, seeming to be narrating to someone.

But his eyes were looking through the only vent in the cell at a pot of chrysanthemums placed on the window sill of a tall building in the distance.

Even if his face is covered with dust and embarrassment, it can't hide his madness:

"I turned around and saw a pretty and elegant girl admiring chrysanthemums. She was wearing a bright yellow shirt. She was as pale as a chrysanthemum. I have never seen such an elegant and beautiful girl in my life..."

"I am grateful and pity..."

"Her most beautiful face in the world has been scratched seventeen or eight times horizontally and vertically. The muscles are turned out, and there are bright red scars all over. Her beautiful eyes, beautiful nose, and beautiful mouth are all...

Becoming crooked and like a demon..."

"I stretched out my hand to hold her in my arms... how much she cherishes her appearance. If it weren't for such an ominous person like me, how could she be willing to let her face suffer even the slightest damage? I said: 'Sister Shuang, your appearance is worthy of my heart.

What? You were disfigured for me, but in my heart, you are ten times, a hundred times more beautiful than before..."

Ling Shuanghua on the bridge could no longer suppress her emotions, and her hot tears fell down.

At this time, the scene changed, and a middle-aged man with a sharp face appeared, facing a memorial tablet in a dark room, with a gloomy face: "No poison, no husband..."

"Dad, my son is going to be the greatest man in the world!"

"They are trying to make things difficult for me!"

"Daughter? My biological daughter joins forces with outsiders to make things difficult for her father..."

"What's the use of keeping this daughter!?"

"Hehehe..."

The scene changed again with the middle-aged man's cold and crazy laughter.

A girl who looked like a maid had her neck broken by someone sent by a middle-aged man. Ling Shuanghua was nailed into a coffin by her biological father and buried alive in the soil.

In the coffin, Ling Shuanghua used her fingers to carve the words "Ding Lang, Ding Lang, we will be husband and wife again in the next life and the next life", and then she was suffocated to death...

The man in the prison saw that the chrysanthemums on the window sill of the high-rise building had withered, and he never heard his sweetheart's cry again. He felt uncertain, so he used his astonishing internal strength to break open the iron prison and break out.

I didn't want to go there, but I fell into the trap of Ling Shuanghua's father.

He had unparalleled magical skills, but he was poisoned to death by the strange poison that was applied to the coffin of his sweetheart...

"ah--!"

Seeing her own father's cruelty and the death of her sweetheart with her own eyes, Ling Shuanghua could no longer restrain herself. She let out a cry of pain and fell limply.

Ning Zhongze, who was already beside her, had quick eyes and hands, and supported her, with a look of sympathy on his face: "Girl!"

"What a beast! Extremely shameless and vicious!"

Zuo Qianhu had already cursed angrily.

They also saw the writing on the vortex.

After seeing these strange sights, thinking about various encounters, and seeing the reaction of this beautiful woman, the two of them roughly guessed the general idea.

I'm afraid that the scene in the so-called floating pool is the fate of this woman's life.

Ning Zhong saw that Ling Shuanghua was crying in extreme grief, and couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he said: "Girl, have you come here inexplicably? Have you ever met an old woman?"

Ling Shuanghua cried bitterly and glanced at Ning Zhongze, but she couldn't stop crying and was speechless.

Ning Zhongze said warmly: "Girl, don't say that what is happening in this pool may not be true. Even if it is true, it may not be what is happening at the moment."

"Did you hear that old woman say that if you walk across this bridge, you can get what you want in your life?"

"If what the old woman said is true, then what you should do, girl, is to think about how to face the future and how to avoid such bad luck."

Zuo Qianhu slammed the long knife in his hand on the ground with one arm: "Hmph! What are you thinking about? It's okay not to have such a shameless and vicious father, but the act of patricide is against the principles of human ethics and is extremely unfilial. Just wait.

After leaving this place, I will kill him with one knife. How can you, a weak woman, stop me? In this way, it is your own incompetence, but it is not unfilial!"

He still thinks that these people live in the same world as him.

"Do you want to kill someone? That's just right. I, Tao Baibai, am the world's number one killer. When we meet for the first time, I will give you a discount..."
Chapter completed!