"Murdered!"

"Murdered!"

"All the people from the Yuwen family were killed."

No one dared to approach the Yuwen Mansion a hundred meters away. Outside that mansion, the three girls had already seen many corpses lying on the ground with blood all over their bodies.

Judging from the falling posture, they were all running away, but they were all dead.

The hand stretched forward and the despair on his face.

All of them are demonstrating the horror that happened in Yuwen’s mansion before this.

The three women stopped their pace and stopped their pace of progress.

look up.

They found a red blood mist was simmering above the Yuwen Mansion.

The pungent smell of blood came from here, making people disgusted.

Just as the three of them were wondering whether to go in, a flute sound suddenly came from Yuwen's mansion.

Hole flute!

Bai Qing'er and Shi Feixuan looked at each other, and both of them heard that the sound was a flute.

Only the sound of the flute was heard low.

The elegant overtones give people a sense of blue waves and smoke.

The thick, low and repeated tone allows people to feel the sadness in it.

It is the incomplete mountains and rivers.

It's current affairs are drifting.

It is pacifying the dead soul again.

The sound of the flute is extraditioning the dead soul.

For a moment, the world was full of depth and vastness.

This is a requiem.

Finally, Wei Zhenzhen staggered towards the gate of Yuwen Mansion.

Seeing this, Bai Qing'er and Wei Zhenzhen immediately followed.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Crunch-

As the door opened little by little, the scene inside finally came into the eyes of the three girls.

Instantly!

After seeing the scene inside, the three girls were stunned.

Wei Zhenzhen knelt on the ground with tears in her face.

Bai Qing'er and Shi Feixuan's two girls widened their eyes, and they couldn't help but take a breath, and they were so scared that they took a few steps back.

Inside the mansion.

It's a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

In the center, a woman in a blood-colored wedding dress was leaning against a paper umbrella stained with blood, with her arms naked, holding a purple flute in her hand, lowering her head, and playing a requiem.

Lower your head.

Close your eyes.

She just blows so seriously and wholeheartedly.

The sound of the flute sobbed.
Chapter completed!