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There are many stations on Heyue Island, and they are widely dispersed, almost every town in Southeast Asia, living among the crowd in the way of ordinary people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey are all over the world, businessmen, doctors, lawyers, construction site travelers are almost everywhere, and they will also choose to marry and have children, just like ordinary people.

However, if someone goes through a special channel to find them and pull out a symbolic object, then they will unconditionally fulfill any request of the employer. If they encounter unexpected events such as accidents, deaths, and identity disclosure in the course of their missions, then their families will be protected by Heyue Island for life. When their children reach the age of sixteen, they can also selectively join Heyue Island or continue to be ordinary people, such as the only condition for choosing ordinary people is to rot the secret in their stomachs, otherwise they will evaporate from the world or die in an accident.

This is the case with Jiang Xin's Tea House, a courtyard house antique shop like Shamen Tianji Tea House, but the people from earlier are no longer there. The storefront is not too big, and the façade outside the store is not overly decorated. Walking into the house is completely different from the outside of the store, after cleaning the door is a wooden screen more than two meters high, carved with exquisite fine lines at a glance is worth a lot, around the screen to look around, the walls on both sides of the inner hall are placed mahogany shelves, in the center of a mound of stoneware, looks a little like a water tank and some like a cup for drinking, strange is that there are two goldfish in the stoneware, one red and one black.

Qiu Yan sat at the table of the Eight Immortals behind the stoneware, scooped the tea leaves with a wooden spoon made of mahogany and put them into the gaiwan, and poured the boiling water in the pot next to him, and the steam carried the fragrance of tea to rise. His heart gradually sank in the smoke of tea, and he and the man sitting opposite him were silent, a long-lost sense of familiarity calmed the desolation in his chest, and his mind was empty. The boiling water was poured into a porcelain bowl and placed in front of the man. Celadon is held in the palm of the hand, and a few pieces of tea are stretched in the clear and turquoise liquid, rotated, slowly sinking, rising and sinking again, three ups and three downs, and the buds and shadows reflect each other.

Qiu Yan just watched quietly, her eyes dark and soft.

"Good tea!" the man said in appreciation as he slowly opened his eyes.

Qiu Yan looked at him silently for a moment, then pushed the Karot card in front of the man. "I don't know what happened when the gentleman came late at night?"

The man didn't say much, took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan read the content silently, threw it aside, leaned back on the back of the chair, and muttered softly. "I can't take on this job. ”

"Huh?" the man asked, as if waiting for an answer.

"I don't kill women or children. ”

The man stared at Qiu Yan for a long time, let out a faint 'oh' on his mouth, and got up. "Excuse me. ”

"In the future, don't come to the tea shop again for this kind of work. Just as the man was about to step out of the threshold, Qiu Yan's lazy voice came from behind him, the man tilted his forehead slightly, and a subtle smile crossed his eyes, and left.

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Qiu Yan stood in front of the screen with a calm expression, no joy and no worries, quietly watching the man's figure gradually drifting away. Suddenly, his back was cold, his earlobes trembled slightly, and he said softly. "What? Anything else?"

As soon as the words fell, the walls of the inner hall seemed to be distorted, slowly taking on the shape of a human being, and four figures came out of it, which was very strange.

Qiu Yan squinted his eyes and said softly. "Oriental Secret Technique?" After saying that, I saw that one of them had a piece of spice in his palm, and suddenly there seemed to be a tragic bloody breath rushing towards him, and in an instant, there was a scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in Qiu Yan's eyes, strange and terrifying.

The man slowly walked to Qiu Yan with the spices, looked at his gradually blurred eyes, and said. "What do you see?"

Qiu Yan's face was blank and he muttered to himself. "It's a lot. Remains.. I.. I'm so sad."

"Do you want to be free?"

"Yes. ”

The man quietly put an extremely ordinary dagger into Qiu Yan's palm, brushed his cheek and whispered. "Good boy, it's all over. ”

Qiu Yan was fascinated, his expression was abnormal, and he slowly raised the dagger in his hand to his neck. "It's over."

Suddenly, blood splattered, facing the night wind, the red blood droplets trembled slightly, like a woman singing in the dark night, beautiful and bewitching. All the stiff atmosphere seemed to suddenly ease after this flash of red. Even the three people behind him looked like they had a little more smiles.

Soon, the three of them sensed that something was wrong. The man's body suddenly began to tremble, and the sound of gurgling kept coming from him, and at the same time, his arm trembled, and the spice in his hand slipped to the ground. When any thought came to his mind, he only felt a chill in his heart, and a white light pierced his heart and came out of his heart.

A white hand grabbed his shoulder, the black-clothed young man was close to him, his face expressionless, and then his other hand was gripping the extremely sharp strange blade, Huo Ran pulled out of his body.

Qiu Yan held Sanmei tightly, and slowly pulled the black fine iron rod out of his chest, and with it, there was an unimaginable huge amount of blood, spurting out like a turbulent river, splashing half of his body in an instant.

Qiu Yan's face was also splashed with blood, but he was unmoved, he looked at all this in front of him coldly, and then without saying a word, he stabbed Sanmei into his flesh again, pursed the corners of his mouth in his ear, and said softly. "Oriental mysticism, it's not good. ”

He grabbed Qiu Yan's shirt in disbelief at what was in front of him, and the trembling corners of his lips seemed to want to say something, so he lost the last ray of life in despair, and hung his head and neck in a dead eye.