"Brother Li, you were confused just now, but didn't ask. Why is this?" Luo Tian walked on Long Buli's left, unable to wait to explain the problem in his heart.

Long Buli led the two to a small alley far away from the street, and spoke in a cold voice: "He looked dazed and sad, and it was not like he was fake. If he did it, for the sake of face, he would never let go and tell the truth of the past. So no matter how you ask, he would not be able to say something very different from what he had just done."

He stopped at the entrance of the alley with his eyes bright, "He was drunk alone in the study, why did he wake up in Chengyi's house?"

When Luo Tian and the other two heard this, their eyes flashed and their hearts thrilled.

If a person drinks unconsciously, he will definitely lose all his ability to move, his body is uncontrollable, and his consciousness is uncontrollable.

So...how did he get into the house?

Luo Tian's face turned pale, a hint of fear flowed through his eyes, and cold sweat emerged from his back.

Xuanyuan Yunjing felt a hint of passion in his heart and his eyes became brighter and clearer.

Chengyi's death back then must have been more than just as simple as the surface. If the inside story shrouded by the gauze of time is revealed, it may surprise everyone.

Long Buli thought of something and hurriedly walked into the depths of the alley. The two of them did not stop and quickly followed.

The alley is getting narrower and narrower as it goes in. After gradually moving away from the previous light, the alley, which is covered by the high walls, gradually becomes darker. At the same time, a strange smell floats from the alley.

Luo Tian covered his nose and looked at Long Buli with an ordinary expression in surprise.

He knew very well that Long Buli, as the young master of the Long family, had more or less the problem of a delicate young master. He disdained these dirty and smelly muddy lands that the lower class people stepped into.

But who told him to let go of his cleanliness?

Long Buli walked to the inside, squatted down skillfully, stepped over a wooden railing, and snapped his fingers to point the fire.

The fire illuminated the white wall covered with moss, illuminated the dusty spider web in the corners, and also illuminated the thin little girl lying on a piece of wood pieced together, covered with a broken blanket, with a haggard face and a dirty body.

The girl opened her hazy eyes and was delighted when she saw Long Buli. When she saw Xuanyuan Yunjing and Luo Tian again, she subconsciously showed a look of fear on her face.

"Ahan, don't be afraid, they are my friends." Long Buli sacrificed the ginseng and handed it to the girl's head to show her, then smiled gently, "Brother brings you ginseng back, and you will be able to refine pills to save you soon."

The girl was still in her thighs, but her eyes were calm and desolate beyond her age. She shook her head and rejected Long Buli's kindness: "Brother, don't have to worry. Han'er knew she was terminally ill. Even if Hua Tuo was reborn, it would be difficult to save my life."

Long Buli pursed the corners of his lips and silently pinched the ginseng a little. He put away the ginseng and touched the girl's dirt-filled forehead. His voice was soft and guilty: "If I had appeared earlier, maybe you would have been alive at this time."

The girl coughed and shook her head again: "Brother, don't be ashamed of yourself. The fate is destined to be a disaster, no matter how we escape."

Looking at the girl with half her feet stepped into the coffin, Luo Tian couldn't bear it. He went to find a place to stay, quietly pulled the clothes of La Long Buli, and asked in his heart: "Brother Li, why don't you take her to the clinic?"

"She said this was where she was born, and she wanted to end her life at the beginning, even if it was just a flash in the pan."

Long Buli's tender and slightly magnetic voice came into Luo Tian's mind, which made him stunned for a long time.

Perhaps this is why he is willing to step into the mud in the dust.

Long Buli took out some fruits picked from the spiritual world from the spiritual emptiness and broke them bit by bit and fed them to the girl.

At the same time, he couldn't help but recall the scene in his mind when he first came to Rich City, when he first met Ahan, which was a girl.

From a distance, he saw a white shadow, using his long sword to poke the girl's meridians bit by bit. The blood that flowed dyed the ground red and dyed the girl's tattered coarse linen red.

Long Buli couldn't see it, and immediately sacrificed the Ziyang Sword and ran towards the Baiying. But Baiying had already felt his breath, quickly withdrew the sword and left quickly.

When Long Buli passed by, the girl was already dying. If he hadn't used a handful of pills to adjust his breath, he would have been afraid that the girl would have gone to the West on the spot.

He wanted to take the girl to the clinic, but the girl was stubborn and refused to listen to her no matter how he persuaded her. In helplessness, he took the girl back to her residence.

"You don't want to tell me who hurt you like this. Now, how about telling me?" Seeing Han'er venting more and having less breathing, her eyes were listless, her pupils began to slowly dissipate, Long Buli's heart twitched, and a haze appeared in his eyes.

"He... had saved me when I was bullied by a gangster... He said he would let me be safe... But... I don't know why he suddenly became very manic that night... Please... Please don't hurt Lord Fu Han..." Han'er raised her thin hand tremblingly and slowly grabbed Long Buli's clothes, "He... He is not the reason... it is..."

The thin and weak mosquitoes and flies whirled in the air, slowly weakening, leaving only three shocked people, breathing heavily.

"Ah Hong, did you hear it when you let it go?" Luo Tian opened his mouth and pulled Xuanyuan Yunjing's sleeves.

"I heard it, Brother Heng." After being shocked, Xuanyuan Yunjing was the fastest to come back to his senses. He nodded and looked at Han'er who closed his eyes and looked gradually peaceful, with deep eyes, "It was Fu Han who killed her."

Long Buli gently clenched his fist, and a sharp murderous intent ejaculated from it.

He reached out and slowly picked up Han'er, stood up carefully, and turned around without saying a word to walk outside.

The two of them remained silent and followed him and went to the nearby suburbs outside the city.

Long Buli sacrificed the Longyang Sword and digged out the dirty soil bit by bit on the ground. After a person was the size of a man, he put Han'er in.

He cut off a piece of wood casually, wrote the four words "Ahan's Tomb" with his long sword, and inserted it in front of the tomb soil that was piled up by Xuanyuan Yunjing and Luo Tian.

"Life and death are paid, and I, Long Buli, will ask for the life you have lost." Long Buli waved his long sword and cut his index finger. Blood dripped in front of the tombstone, his eyes were colder than usual. "In the name of my courage, I will never betray it."

Sorry, I didn't show up earlier and saved your little life.

You can clearly let yourself go to a farther world and see thousands of mountains, but in this dark corner, you have broken down those pairs of wings for life. From then on, you can only stay in the underworld for long sleep.

Long Buli bowed slowly.

At the same time, a drop of clear tears fell into the dust, melted in, and no trace was seen again.
Chapter completed!