In the middle of the night, you can't tell whether it's white or black.

The ground under his feet was covered with white snow, but all around, it was dark.

Black and white merge at this time, and only the bright moon in the sky can be clearly distinguished.

It's a pity that right now, there is no moon in the sky.

The crescent moon was just a quick glance at the earth, and soon it hid in the clouds again.

In the dark, Fan Ping'an rode on his own tall horse, uncomfortable.

Lao Fan's thirteen Taibao horizontal practice, that is the hardship he endured when he was a child, and he practiced it at the age of eighteen.

It is inevitably an exaggeration to say that it is invulnerable, at least he can't defend against muskets, but ordinary swords, that is not very afraid.

Especially in the back, the outsiders in the door practice kung fu, and whether the back can be practiced is particularly crucial.

I thought that people couldn't see behind them, and only when they practiced their backs could they reduce the damage of being sneak attacked.

Right now, Fan Ping'an is riding on a horse, but the muscles in his back dare not relax at any time.

He has a real sense of "thorn in the back".

When people ride horses, they use their legs and hips to exert force, and their waist and back should be relatively relaxed, so that the vertebrae can have better cushioning, otherwise it is easy to be injured.

Lao Fan's back was stiff at this moment, he was tall, and his body posture was a little weird, straight and straight, as if he was welded to the saddle.

Li Yizhen rode a horse and followed behind the old man, vaguely seeing that something was wrong in the darkness, and secretly laughing in his heart.

Laughing and laughing, he also had some sympathy for Fan Ping'an.

Changing places, Li Yizhen felt that he would be like this.

Because, no one dares to sell their backs to a Nie family.

And at this moment, behind Fan Ping'an, there was an assassin of the Nie family.

They rode in two, one in front of the other on the same horse.

The mount of the Nie family assassin was chained to the forest, and she didn't ride back.

"Fan Lao. At this moment, Nie Xuan, who was sitting behind Fan Ping'an, finally spoke, "You don't have to guard against me, I won't make a move on my own people." ”

"You don't have to worry about me. Fan Ping'an said lightly, "I'm practicing." ”

"Oh, then I won't bother you, Mr. Li, can I sit with you?"

"No, no, no. Li Yizhen hurriedly shook his head, "Brother Fan's horse is tall, and my short horse can't eat the weight of two people." ”

"I see. Nie Xuan said, "Did I suddenly cancel the assassination of Lin Shuo, and you suspect that the target of my trip was not Lin Shuo, but you?"

"How so?" said Fan Ping'an.

"That's it. Li Yizhen said with a smile, "Miss Nie said this, and she didn't do it." ”

"But Miss Nie. Fan Ping'an said, "It's better for you to give us an explanation, it's been a day, why did you suddenly cancel the action." ”

"yes. Li Yizhen also said, "Although Lin Shuo still has two hunters by his side. But those two chicks are still too young, and I can deal with them alone, and it won't take much time. So tonight it's three against three, and we're going to win. Miss Nie, you are the gold owner, and you have the final say on how to buy and sell. But it would be better if you could tell us why we are doing this business. ”

"Mr. Fan, Mr. Li, the deal will be done, but not tonight. Nie Xuan said lightly, "If we kill Lin Shuo tonight, then we will all die." ”

"Is there anything to say?" asked Fan Ping'an.

"Before I met with you, I picked up a drop box on the way, you should have seen it. ”

"That's right. ”

"There's only one book in the drop box. I didn't care about it at first, but today while following Lin Shuo and reading this book, I felt that this time our business had to be delayed. ”

"Why?"

"I entered the Altai Mountains a little later than originally planned. That's because China and Mongolia have already started to blockade this place, and it took me some trouble to get in. So I know that what Lin Shuo hunted this time is not ordinary. Nie Xuan said, "Originally, this matter was a business of hunting and had nothing to do with us, but what was written in that book was really incredible."

If we don't get rid of this thing first, we'll all die here.

There is a specialization in the art industry. Kill, hunters can't. Hunting, we can't.

Therefore, this time, we pay attention to a priority, so that the business of the hunting door is done first, and our business is postponed. ”

"Today, I just watched you turn a page from time to time along the way, and I thought it was the secret book of the Nie family, so I didn't bother to ask. Fan Ping'an said, "Since this is the current situation, then please Miss Nie let Old Fan Chang see, what kind of book is that?"

"It's a book, but it's actually a notebook. Nie Xuan said, "The author Fan Lao should know, his name is Zhang Guohua." ”

"Zhang Guohua?" Fan Ping'an chuckled in his heart when he heard this name.

He used to be the protector of the Cao family of the Hunting Gate, and the division of labor of the Cao family within the Six Families was mainly responsible for the intelligence of the Hunting Gate.

So Fan Ping'an knows a little about the hunting door.

Especially the name Zhang Guohua, it is even more thunderous.

In terms of age, Zhang Guohua is Fan Ping'an's contemporary, but when Lao Fan first entered the rivers and lakes, the name Zhang Guohua was already looked up to by many people.

Among these admirers, he also includes Fan Ping'an.

The cause of Zhang Guohua's death is a mystery in the door, but it is not a secret in the six major families of the Hunting Gate, especially the Cao family, which is good at intelligence gathering.

So with a turn of his mind, Fan Ping'an couldn't help but exclaim: "You mean, this time Lin Shuo and the others met the 'King of Mountain Yama'?"

"That's right. Nie Xuan nodded.

"What's that?" asked Li Yizhen.

"Very scary stuff. Nie Xuan muttered.

"So Miss Nie left that notebook to Lin Shuo, hoping that he could hunt down this 'Mountain Hell King'. Li Yizhen nodded.

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Nie Xuan shook her head, her state seemed to have recovered, and her eyes were full of murder, "We don't have to spend our energy with them in the mountains now, they are busy with theirs, let's just go and clean up the mess when we go back." ”

......

Ten kilometers away, Lin Shuo, A

E and Zhang Jin returned to the camp.

Everyone sat in a group by the campfire, their eyes firmly locked on the notebook in Lin Shuo's hand.

In the light of the bonfire, Lin Shuo carefully identified the handwriting of this notebook, then nodded, and said to Zhang Jin:

"That's right, it's your grandfather's stuff. ”

Among the masters of the hunting gate, there are not many people who have left ink treasures for future generations, and Zhang Guohua is one of them.

He was once hired to compile military textbooks, and at that time, the compilation of books was not done by typing on a computer, but was written stroke by stroke, so he left a lot of drafts.

Nowadays, Zhang Guohua's handwriting is a rare thing in the door, and each one is very expensive, and the collection value is very large.

Lin Shuo is a good handwriter, has a lot of research on calligraphy, and is no stranger to the handwriting of this hunter's predecessor.

Speaking from the heart, Zhang Guohua's calligraphy attainments are average, but his personal style is still very strong, the words are like his person, and the pen is like a knife.

Zhang Jin was very excited, with red circles under his eyes, a groaning in his mouth, and a violent gesture in his hand.

Lin Shuo's heart softened, he reached out and touched his back, calmed his emotions, and then handed the notebook to Zhang Jin with his other hand.

This is Zhang's thing, what is written in it Lin Shuo is not in a hurry to see it, he has to give Zhang Jin a look first.

As a result, this child is an anxious child, and as soon as the notes are started, he turns to the last page with a "whoosh".

The bonfire shone on the young man's face, and the young man looked at this page of notes and burst into tears.

Lin Shuo then remembered that this kid had never studied, was illiterate, and couldn't read what was written on it.

He stretched out his hand apologetically, took the note from Zhang Jin's hand, and read the text on the last page:

"In 1968, on the third day of the third month of March, it was sunny.

In the past ten years, I have killed six 'Mountain Yama Kings', and each time I see something different, but the means of harming people are the same.

It's supposed to be the same thing, but I'm killing it all the time, and it's getting stronger the more I kill.

This seventh 'Mountain Hell King' is a giant tiger, obviously huge, but fast as a ghost.

I have been seriously injured, and this time I have been lucky to go into the mountains.

But there are 170 families counting on me at the foot of the mountain, and I cannot retreat.

This time into the mountain, it is naturally best to kill this fang. If I am defeated and die, please give this notebook to my son Zhang Lianhai, and I will be rewarded.

Zhang Guohua is a masterpiece. ”

After Lin Shuo finished reading this paragraph, he looked up at Zhang Jin.

The child was silent, gritting his teeth and crying.

Lin Shuo's eyes were also red.

It's not just because I'm infected by the resolute spirit of the predecessors of the hunting door, and it's not just because I'm affected by Zhang Jin's crying.

Also because it was on this notebook that Lin Shuo smelled a familiar smell.

Originally, Lin Shuo thought that he had forgotten this smell, but when he really smelled it, the memory in the depths of his mind was like breaking the embankment.

He could barely control his tears, so he took a hard breath and turned his face away.

This is the smell of Mother Yun Yuexin, this thing should have been on her for a while, and every page is soaked with her scent.

She's still alive, and she's still paying attention to him.

This notebook was sent in by her.