late at night

In the roaring workshop, there is still a simple quiet room.

Lu Daoxuan leaned on his machine chair and stared at the round lake outside the window. Under the countless lifting and falling chains and huge machine pivots, the once smooth and mirror-like lake water kept surging, as if it was boiling.

The heat surged from it, causing wisps of pale water to rise from the lake water boiling due to the high temperature of the furnace to fly into the sky, but soon, it fell into the lake in the dense rain curtain.

It seems that ghosts wander between heaven and earth and cannot be liberated.

Lu Daoxuan looked quietly, without saying a word.

In the long trance, it seems that one of the faces that were once so familiar, as well as the scenes of the past, and the outlines that have been covered by time and past events.

But soon, it disappeared without a trace, hiding in the depths of the fog...

Dissipate in the rain and wind.

"It's raining." The old man whispered softly and lowered his eyes.

Behind him, there was a low knock on the door outside the door.

"teacher."

Xin Tong walked back from outside the door, and water dripped from the straw raincoat that he had not taken off: "The invitations have been sent out, but many families have just sent gifts back, saying that the schedule is busy and it is difficult to arrive. Many people in the shop are not optimistic about it."

"Normal." Lu Daoxuan said calmly: "It's not time to place bets yet, why both of you have to hurry?"

"besides……"

Xin Tong hesitated for a moment, "Shaoqing of Taifu wants to meet you and have important matters to discuss."

Lu Daoxuan was silent for a long time and shook his head: "Just say I'm tired and I'm not seeing you."

"Don't the teacher care about what he wants to say?"

Lu Daoxuan chuckled softly: "I, an old man, have a birthday. Do you have to change your life? Since I don't plan to hear it, what's the difference between seeing it or not?"

"...Then, the disciple will leave."

"Today, have a good rest." Lu Daoxuan turned around: "I'm afraid it's going to be a big deal after tomorrow."

Xin Tong nodded and turned around and took two steps. Suddenly he heard screams outside the rain curtain, as well as the long neighing and whine of the horses, and his face changed.

But then, I heard the sound of wind coming from behind.

The machine chair, like eight feet, was already carrying the old man, galloping towards the direction where the screams came.

After passing through the layers of rain, through the heavy water vapor, you can see the blood red spreading outside the workshop gate and the disciples who were lying limp in front of the door.

And...a bloody scene.

Under the erosion of the heavy rain, pieces of scarlet blood were spreading rapidly, from the disintegrating body...

As if it was cut off by an invisible sharp blade, the white horse galloping from the heavy rain was sentenced to death in front of the workshop gate.

The body, which was split in half, was still spasming.

The last remaining heat turns into fog, rising from the heavy rain, like a soul, dissipating without a trace.

On the wall of the workshop, dozens of huge organ beasts raised from their sleep, and a red light of alarm appeared in their eyes. Lights shone on the huge steel torso shone into the rainstorm.

But I can't see anything.

Under the dim light in front of the door, only blood was flowing.

"What's going on?" Xin Tong subconsciously pressed the hilt of the knife in his arms, looked at the rain curtain with sharp eyes, but gained nothing.

"No, don't know..."

The disciple guarding the gate looked pale, "The horse suddenly ran here. My senior brother and I thought someone's horse was lost. We were about to check it out, but suddenly, suddenly..."

Suddenly, the complete white horse fell apart in front of them.

Dismembered by an invisible sharp blade.

It broke into countless pieces.

Sticky blood gushed over their faces, with a strong smell of fishy smell.

Someone could not stand it, so he spitted on the door frame.

Lu Daoxuan looked back indifferently, and a disciple who knew the opportunity helped the embarrassing guy back down.

But the screams rang out again.

When the lightning flashes, a erratic shadow appears in the heavy rain curtain, like a monster squatting in the heavy rain and the wind, with hideous edges and angularities, and people are chosen to eat.

On the deer-like outline, two hideous branches separated from both sides of the head.

Eyes are blood-red.

As if he was sneering at them, he stared at Lu Daoxuan, raised his hand and stroked his neck.

The lightning shone again from the clouds, but the strange figure disappeared.

"Deer, antlers!"

Someone exclaimed.

Xin Tong's face suddenly became gloomy and he glared at the guy who was speechless, but everyone present couldn't help but sank.

The bloody warning from Wu Yougong has undoubtedly reached everyone's eyes.

"Teacher...we..." The speaker pursed his dry lips: "What should we do?"

"It's just a group of sluts who can't see the light. What's the point of looking good? I'll pack it up early and go back to sleep." Lu Daoxuan waved his sleeves coldly: "What are you afraid of? Before I die, it's not your turn."

"But, this...thing..."

Someone looked at the shattered white horse on the steps in front of the door. The white horse's eyes blinked hard, and bloody tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

It is still alive.

In the heavy rain, moaning in pain...

Lu Daoxuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Living is just a pain, Xin Tong, give me the knife."

He stretched out his hand and looked at his students.

Xin Tong was stunned for a moment, and was looked at by such eyes. He couldn't help but tremble. When he realized that, he had already put the short knife he bought for five taels of silver a few days ago into the old man's hand.

The machine chair was lowered, and the skinny old man actually stood up with his knees, walked into the heavy rain outside the steps, reached out and pressed the white horse's neck.

The dancing rain fell on his hair, making his pale hair become embarrassed.

"Rest in peace--"

Lu Daoxuan lowered his eyes and chanted softly.

Xin Tong was about to say something before stepping on, but then his pupils were stinged by the knife light. The white horse's neck had been cut open by the old man and was cut off neatly.

No more pain.

Everyone was stunned by the hideous posture shown by the old man, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

But when Lu Daoxuan got up, he did not return the knife to his student.

But the thin five fingers held tightly, stared at the heavy rain in front of him, and the clouds that enveloped the sky and the earth, and the lightning jumped.

After a long time, he turned around and left.

No more words.

"antlers?"

The next day, in the morning, Li Bai, who came to the door after breakfast, got an unexpected news from Xun Qing, who had already learned about the situation: "Did you appear last night?"

“Yes, many people have seen it.”

Xun Qing sat down, picked up the teapot next to Li Bai and poured it into his mouth. Then he took a breath and wiped his mouth and said, "Brother Xin Tong told me in person that many people in the workshop did not dare to come this morning, and the rest seemed to have seen ghosts."

Li Bai sat on the chair and saw the pale faces of the disciples who came and went, and couldn't help but tickled.

"If I had known I would have been squatting here last night, at least I could have passed two more tricks."

He has heard of the most elusive assassin in Chang'an City, the killer that countless people are afraid of talking about, but unfortunately he has never encountered it head-on.

He wanted to see what kind of guy who pretends to be a god and likes to make trouble so much.

"Aren't the assassins like this? They attacked them unexpectedly, hid themselves deep and ran fast. They hoped that such a guy would face you head-on. I think you had a problem with your brain.

That's it, I'll go and do it first. Remember to take good care of Lixiang...Lixiang, be careful not to let him drink too much."

Hearing Xin Tong's call in the distance, Xun Qing hurriedly gave a few instructions before getting up and leaving.

Seeing that he was busy, Li Bai couldn't help but shake his head.

Don't just treat yourself as an institution.

During this period, I couldn't sleep for two hours every day, and I kept going all day long. After a long time, I had problems sooner or later.

After today, force him to take a good rest.

Some people are busy all day long, and it is not his own decision to rebuild Anlefang. Even if he treats him as firewood, how many pots of water can he heat?
To be continued...