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Everything in front of them was shattered like a mirror, and the cold wind was whistling in their ears, and the biting cold penetrated into the skin of the two.

Wu Ming felt like he was falling down.

"Ah——!"

After a while, the two touched the ground, and there was a heart-rending scream behind him, and after feeling the softness from his back, Wu Ming hurriedly got up.

Shen Cong, who was being pressed, was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have faded a lot, but his naked upper body was lying on the ground, and his image was very embarrassed.

The blue backpack and the suitcase of the golden shopkeeper were held in Wu Ming's arms, but fortunately they were not damaged.

Looking up, it looked like a bridge below the river, with a silent river in the distance, and a small but normal crescent moon overhead.

The breeze XiXi blowing, and a ripple rippled on the surface of the river, and it also blew the boy's heart, this is outside, not in the strange castle.

Fortunately, this is a meadow, so Shen Cong was not hurt too much when the two of them "fell out", if it was a cement pavement, Wu Ming didn't dare to think about it.

Spreading his hands and feeling the fresh air blowing, Wu Ming couldn't help shouting: "I'm finally out——!"

"Who! What is the ghost called in the middle of the night!"

It's just that as soon as his words fell, a loud shout suddenly came, Wu Ming subconsciously shivered and shrunk his neck.

Looking up, a thin figure of a dry man was lying in the tunnel under the bridge, holding up his upper body and looking at Wu Ming angrily.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wu Ming apologized awkwardly, but he couldn't help but think of something strange in his mind.

According to Yang Bo, there will be many beautiful sisters under the bridge at night in the city, and they will show the kindest smile to the people passing by.

But the man in front of him completely shattered the dream in Wu Ming's heart, and it seems that some of them may not be sisters under the bridge, but they are likely to be uncles.

"Ahem, where are we? Why am I so cold and so painful?" Shen Cong shook his heavy head and lifted his upper body, and a hot burning sensation suddenly came from behind him.

What catches your eye is the banks of rivers and lakes, the Hengjiang Bridge, and Wu Ming, who is full of compassion and concern.

With a wry smile, Shen Cong slowly lay back down: "Is it already dead, Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge, and a ghost who looks like Wu Ming...... No, there are no ghosts in this world. Wu

Ming: ......

"You're not dead, we're still alive, it's already outside.

It seemed to touch a certain nerve, and when Wu Ming said that this was outside, Shen Cong hurriedly opened his eyes and got up, looking carefully at the scenery in the distance.

From a distance, there are high-rise buildings on the other side of the river, which are brightly lit, and even the sky seems to reflect all kinds of colorful lights.

There are also dim street lights on the bridge, although it is still dark night, but the scene at this moment makes Shen Cong involuntarily open his hands and feel the breeze ...... nature

"I'm finally alive ......

" "Still screaming! Looking for death!" Before

Shen Cong could shout, there was a sudden sound of angry scolding and a strange sound of squirming and tidying up not far behind him.

Wu Ming looked at the man again, only to see that the other party was holding a stick of unknown black material in his hand, and he was rushing towards the two of them with a fierce face.

"Run!"

Wu Ming panicked, hurriedly pulled Shen Cong and the golden shopkeeper and turned around and ran, maybe the man was just to scare the two of them, and after chasing a few steps, he stopped, and began to return with a curse.

But as he was walking, there was a sudden chill on the back of his neck, as if some kind of insect was crawling on the back of his neck.

"Strange, are there insects on such a cold day?" said the man as he reached out to his neck, but when he touched it, he found that it did not seem to be an insect, but a hard silk thread falling from the sky.

After a few pulls, the end of the thread seemed to be tightly tied into the flesh and couldn't be pulled out, the man was a little panicked, and hurriedly pulled the thin thread in front of him.

A beautiful golden thread connects his neck, and the other end leads straight into the air.

He looked up along the golden thread, and at the highest point of the main tower of the bridge, a man with gold-rimmed glasses stood in the moonlight, looking down at him like a god.

The man who lived under the bridge was stunned, he didn't know how the other party appeared on the main tower that was nearly two hundred meters high, but at this time he was more concerned about another issue.

Why did he see it so really?

With a hint of doubt, he looked down mechanically.

It turned out that his body was still standing under the bridge, but the familiar body was now without a head......

"I see...... "I see"

The golden thread made a delicate and beautiful sound of breaking wind, and the cold wind blew, and the scarlet blood was blown down into the river.

The man standing above the main tower was the literary young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses that Wu Ming had seen, but he was not reading at this time, and he was standing in the moonlight with his hands covering his eyes and twitching.

"Hehehe......!" his shoulders kept moving, and the thin gold thread was wrapped around his fingertips, making purple traces, while the other end fluttered in the wind, and blood beads dripped down the end of the thread.

"Interesting!" the man's five fingers gradually exerted force, and the lens burst, as if he was enduring great torture, but his mouth let out bursts of crazy strange laughter.

His fingers clasped deeply into his eyes, and he smiled and muttered to himself: "Interesting people and incredible abilities, angels, he's angels, hehehehe......"

The pages of the book in his other hand flipped and slid out a beautiful photo sandwiched in the book.

The photo shows a girl in a hospital gown with a sunny smile, and a boy with a melancholy temperament standing next to her.

Although the girl was laughing, the eyes of the boy next to her secretly showed sadness, and he was holding a hanging bottle of infusion in his hand.

If you look closely, the boy is the young man, but the girl in the photo is not by his side.

"I've found it, I've found the angel, Aoi!" Looking at the photos in the book, the young man's eyes showed a tenderness, as if he was not the one who killed people for no reason just now.

Closing the book and placing it in his pocket, he retracted the bloodless gold thread, his body leaned forward slightly, and he fell freely, and his self-talk ...... echoed in the air

"Wait for me a little longer, when the angel matures, when you return to me, and then all your regrets will be made up. The

breeze blew, and his figure slowly disappeared into the air, as if it had turned into a breeze together, leaving no trace.

On the other side of a tall building, a crow stood on the edge of the protective wall on the roof, and it watched the young man disappear, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

After a few minutes, the crow flapped its wings and flew high, chasing in the direction Wu Ming had left, a wave of anger burning in its small pupils.

When the young man and the crow were gone, an old man with a rickety back gradually came out of the river, wearing a bronze mask, and swearing to the headless body that had been thrown under the bridge.