It seemed to be that familiar place again. Where was this place? Why did it appear in his dreams again and again?
The door was dark red in color, and majestic stone lions guarded both sides of the door. There were also attendants guarding the door.
The door was opened, and someone walked in. They walked through the winding but very clean path. The path was filled with plum trees on both sides. There were no plum blossoms, but the leaves were lush. It was June, and the plums were golden. A beautiful and dignified young woman was leading two small children for a walk. She seemed to have not seen the uninvited guests who had barged into the garden. It was as if the newcomer was invisible.
"Xuesu, Little Seven, look, the plums are almost ripe.”The woman pointed at the plums on the tree and said," When the plums are ripe, I can use them to make plum wine. I remember that he loves to drink the plum wine I make the most.”The young woman seemed to be talking to herself. Her voice was very ethereal, but she looked very happy.
The two little children didn't understand what their mother was saying. They turned around and went into the plum forest. They laughed and played with cats and hid. The laughter unique to children was so clean and pure. It wasn't tainted by the dust of fame and fortune in the world. It was so happy.
"Yan 'er." A voice rang out. Everyone looked over. The person who came was tall and sturdy, and his face was handsome. He looked like a kind-hearted man. It turned out that her name was Yan 'er. What a beautiful name and a beautiful person.'
"Husband, how is your matter going?”The young woman smiled as she stepped forward. The two children came out of the plum forest and smiled as they crawled into the man's arms. The man looked at the two children lovingly, and the two children called out affectionately,"Daddy, you're back."
It turned out to be a family of four. They were happy and harmonious, making people envious. The person standing at the side did not know if he was in his own dream or had accidentally entered someone else's dream.
Suddenly, a black cloud rolled over from the west. The man had already left. The woman frowned and looked at the horizon. A storm was probably coming.
"Xuesu, Little Seven, we should go back.”The woman looked at the giggling child and said in a gentle voice," Rain, don't ruin my plums."”The woman looked at Mei Zi as if she was her own child. She was very worried about Mei Zi, who was about to be hit by the wind and rain.
"Mother, you said you know how to make wine with plums. Can you teach us how to make wine in the future?”The slightly older child raised his head and asked his mother in a childish voice.
The young woman looked at the younger child and said,"Little Seven, do you want to learn?"
The younger child said," No, I just want to learn martial arts from my father. I don't want to learn how to brew wine."”
The young woman looked very disappointed as she muttered to herself,"Little Seven, you have to learn. You have to learn. If you don't learn and I'm not around, he won't be able to drink plum wine.”
The two little children did not understand what their mother was saying. Their mother's words were sometimes so strange. Perhaps it was because they were still too young and did not understand their mother's thoughts.
A bright flash of lightning flashed past, followed by a rumbling sound. The rain instantly poured down. The person standing at the side seemed to want to use water to block the falling rain, but he realized that the rain did not fall on him at all. Instead, it was as if he was not in this environment. However, the rain felt so real, as if he was in it. The person standing at the side was still in a dilemma.
Thunder rumbled and the rain continued to fall.
"Father, Mother…"
She saw a small child hiding in a secret passage under the table. His voice was muffled in his throat as he whimpered. He saw his parents fall in front of him, and his mother's dying eyes dimmed little by little…
After an unknown period of time, there was no longer any sound outside. The little child slowly crawled out from under the bed and looked at her mother's beautiful face that was now stained with blood. It was no longer possible to see how beautiful she was in the past. Her eyes were wide open and tears flowed down her face, but she still could not make a sound. The little child slowly picked up her mother's cold body and hugged her tightly in his arms…
The people standing at the side saw the little child walking alone in the courtyard. Rain poured down, and it was unknown whether it was tears or rain that flowed down his cheeks. Seeing the blood all over the ground, they finally understood what it meant to have a river of blood. Corpses were lying everywhere. There were senior brothers, grandpas guarding the door, nannies... Their faces were expressionless, and the children were like walking corpses. In the midsummer weather, they felt endless coldness, and their hearts slowly turned cold. It was a bone-piercing chill, a kind of despair...
The little child was confused. Why did mother save me? Why did you leave me alone in the human world? Why? Why? The heavy rain had already drenched the child's thin clothes. The child knelt quietly in the rain, allowing the blood and tears to blur his vision. For a long, long time…Suddenly, he remembered his mother's lips before she died. She was saying to him," Live well and take revenge." She suddenly understood something and slowly got up from the ground. She used her hands to wipe away the rain or tears on her pale face.
The child saw the blood and rainwater flowing under his feet. They mixed together and flowed, flowing, flowing, and flowing under his feet. It lingered for a long time. The people standing at the side seemed to feel the hellish atmosphere. The ground was filled with corpses. The empty courtyard was filled with corpses.
Suddenly, there was another muffled thunder, which could not help but make people shocked.
Meng Xiuming suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe away the fine beads of sweat that had already floated on his forehead. The cold sweat on his back had also soaked his clothes, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body. The sound of firecrackers came from outside the door. There was no thunder or rain, and it seemed to be a very festive firecracker.
Meng Xiu Ming calmed his flustered emotions. How many times had he had such a dream? Did she know? He only knew that such a dream would appear again and again. A woman's eyes were wide open before she died."Little Seven, you have to live well.”He wasn't called Little Seven, but why was he so familiar with the name Little Seven?
A faint fragrance drifted into the room. It was the amber fragrance that had the effect of calming the nerves. When he fell asleep safely, it caused the nightmare to happen again.
Meng Xiuming didn't have the mood to sleep anymore. He put on his clothes and got up from the bed. He flew out of the window and landed on a withered crabapple tree. The cold wind blew against his black hair, and the cold moonlight shone on his fair face. The night wasn't very dark, but it wasn't very beautiful either. Being in such an environment, it was obvious that Meng Xiuming was very sad. Meng Xiuming turned to look at Xiao Yu's room. The room was pitch black, and Xiao Yu was sleeping very soundly.
Another gust of wind blew, and the branches trembled. Meng Xiu Ming heard a faint sound. He originally thought that the sound was made by the wind blowing the branches or scraping something, but based on his experience as a Seven Star Shadow Killer, this was not the sound made by the wind, but someone walking on the roof with a lightness skill. If he did not listen carefully, he really could not hear it. It seemed that this person's lightness skill was quite powerful. Could it be Xiao Yu?
Meng Xiuming followed the shadow without batting an eyelid. Judging from the figure, it should be a woman. The shadow came to the room where the two women were locked up.
As expected, this shadow was coming for the two women.
Suddenly, a very panicked shout came from the opposite direction. Meng Xiuming heard it, and it came from Xiao Yu's room. In the instant Meng Xiuming was distracted, the shadow had already ended the lives of the two women with lightning speed. Damn it, it actually killed people in front of him. Meng Xiuming was just about to chase after it, but Xiao Yu, who heard the sound, still rushed over.
"These two women are already dead," someone shouted.”
"Dead?" Xiao Yu approached the bodies of the two women. The bodies were still warm. It seemed that the murderer hadn't gone far, but it was too late to chase after them. Xiao Yu carefully examined the two bodies, and his eyes fell on the wounds of the deceased. He died with a sword, fast and hateful.
Meng Xiu Ming quickly rushed over, followed by the servant girl of the Dong Fang mansion, Dong Fang Xun Shuang.
Dongfang Xunshuang didn't have much of an expression when he saw the corpse. He said,""This servant did not fulfill her duty and frightened the two young masters.”
In the face of such a scene, she was actually still so calm and composed. Meng Xiuming sized up this woman in his heart. She was really an extraordinary maid.
Xiao Yu didn't even raise his head, still looking at the two dead, saying: "Little Meng, come here."
Meng Xiuming walked over. Xiao Yu pointed at the victim's wound and asked,"What's going on?"
A sword technique like his would kill with a single strike. There was only a wound between the eyebrows. The deceased did not feel any pain, did not struggle, and did not bleed too much. His eyes were wide open. In just a moment, he could no longer see the dazzling light of the rising sun the next day.
"You suspect that I killed them?" Meng Xiuming asked coldly.”
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and said,"Other than you, who else would have the ability to make them die in an instant? They didn't struggle, just a moment, and their lives ended."”
"If I wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as flipping my hand." Meng Xiuming gritted his teeth and said.”
Xiao Yu suddenly turned around and stared into Meng Xiuming's eyes. It was an anger and anger that Meng Xiuming had never seen before. Xiao Yu said,"Then you admit that you killed them?”
Meng Xiuming turned his head away. He was neither sad nor happy. He still said indifferently,"Countless people have died under my sword. Even if there are two lives on my back, it doesn't matter much to me.”
"In the past, I thought that the people you killed deserved to die, but now you killed two women who couldn't even fight back. You're killing innocents. Even if they try to assassinate me, you have to let them die openly.”Xiao Yu was furious.
Meng Xiu Ming had never felt so angry before, but his identity forced him to suppress his anger. Meng Qi Xing had warned him that as a Seven Star Shadow Killer, he had to endure at all times. Unless he was sure that he could kill him, there was no need to endure.
In front of him was Xiao Yu, and he guaranteed that he would not die. If he made a move, his mission would be considered to have ended and not completed. There was no mission that the Seven Star Shadow Kill could not complete. He endured it. So what if he was wronged? He was still the terrifying red-robed shadow killer.
Seeing that Meng Xiuming did not refute him, Xiao Yu took a deep breath and said,"Leave. I don't need someone who kills innocents to protect me. If that happens, I'll feel like my hands are covered in blood.”
It was already the middle of winter, but for some reason, a loud clap of thunder rang out. Meng Xiuming's eyes narrowed, and he let out an unnatural tremble. He took one last look at Xiao Yu, then left with his sword, leaving behind only a lonely back in the vast darkness of the night.
The room instantly fell silent. The cold wind blew through the window, making creaking sounds. It was as sinister and terrifying as the revenge of a ghost.
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