The wind frowned tightly and sat in the study. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He kept the door shut, airtight. The wind clutched the token he had taken from the man in black in his hand, his eyes fixed on it, his fingers rubbing against the protruding lines on his surface. His face was extremely solemn.

Xu Xiachu opened the door as soon as she could, and the fierce sunlight shone into the dim room, shaking the wind for a moment.

"Master Hou, I've already checked that assassin. Those who commit suicide by taking poison are ordinary poisons, and there is nothing special about them. Xu Xiachu was frightened and reported to the wind. By the time he learned of the Assassin invasion, it had been half an hour later, but fortunately nothing had happened, otherwise he would have been held accountable.

The wind exhaled heavily from his nostrils, and with a wave of his big hand, he threw the token he was holding in front of Xu Xiachu. With a loud "poof", the token fell to the ground and bounced to Xu Xiachu's feet.

"This was from the assassin, take a look." The tone of the wind was not cold, and there were no ups and downs.

When Xu Xia first saw him look like this, it was really elusive. I had to bend down slowly and carefully pick up the token that had fallen at my feet. He looked at it with half-squinted eyes.

The token is dark-colored, and weighing this weight, the heavy one should be made of iron. It's so intricately carved that it's impossible to tell what it is. He turned it over again, and on the flat and smooth surface, there were three big characters engraved on the bottom, "Wuxianglou".

"No Phase!" Xu Xiachu's hand shook in shock, and the token fell to his feet with a clatter. However, he stood there dumbfounded, without the slightest movement to crouch down and pick it up.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes flustered as he looked at the gloomy face. "Is this an assassin sent by Wuxianglou? Why is Wuxianglou eyeing you? ”

On the vast territory of Liang Guo, there are countless large and small sects, and Wuxianglou is one of the most mysterious sects. The mystery of Wuxianglou lies not in the mystery of its martial arts, nor in its elusiveness, but because no one has ever known what kind of organization Wuxianglou is. No one knows when it was built, no one knows how many disciples there are, and no one knows what Wuxianglou's housekeeping skills are.

It is like many nameless and nameless small sects in the rivers and lakes, like a puff of green smoke and nothingness. But it doesn't matter if it's so mysterious. Wuxianglou is not at all restless, they are not greedy for idle things in the rivers and lakes, and they do not like to compete for the first place in martial arts, but they are entangled with power.

In the past five years, Liang alone has had at least five officials assassinated, and all indications suggest that Wu Xianglou did it. Not only Liang State, but other neighboring countries have traces of the Wuxianglou operation.

There is a rumor between the rivers and lakes and the government and the opposition: Anyone who is targeted by Wuxianglou has only the choice of dying today or dying tomorrow.

Tempest, of course, understands how important this token is. Ever since he discovered the token, he had been sitting in his study with it in his hand and had been sleepless all night.

"I don't know." The wind shook his head, his face helpless. "No one knows about Wuxianglou, let alone me."

"Master Hou must be more careful. I guess this person from Wuxianglou is here for you. Xu Xiachu frowned tightly, and the mountains and rivers between her eyebrows couldn't be smoothed.

The wind lowered his head and thought deeply, and sighed briefly. "I don't know. However, I heard from Xiao Yue that since I went to Yanzhou, this assassin has often haunted the Ninghou Mansion. But the strange thing is that he did not hurt anyone, but pretended to be a ghost. Including her, many subordinates have seen him, and it was even rumored to be haunted at one time. ”

When Xu Xia first heard it, there was also a question in her brain. He couldn't figure out why this assassin from Wuxianglou would pretend to be a ghost in the Ninghou Mansion? He pursed his lips, and a guess flashed through him.

"I think he's observing." As soon as Xu Xiachu's words fell, Yan Feng couldn't help but nod, it seemed that he had already thought of this.

"That's what I thought, too. But there are still oddities. It stands to reason that the people in Wuxianglou are all masters, how could they be forced by me to commit suicide by taking poison? So I think it's possible that this person is just stealing the name of Wuxianglou to deceive, or maybe the real culprit behind the scenes wants to lead the disaster to Wuxianglou. Do you think so? ”

Xu Xiachu nodded solemnly, he paused for a long time, and cast an inquiring look at the wind. "That'...... Hou Ye. Do you want me to report this matter to General Murong? ”

The knuckles of the wind struck the table again and again, making a chaotic sound. His heart was as chaotic as the sound of his own. He took a sip of bitter tea, and the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue flowed down his throat to the bottom of his heart. In an instant, he had to come to his senses.

"Retribution! Of course, I have to report it! He squinted at Xu Xiachu. But don't worry your uncle. You omit the matter of Wuxianglou and don't talk about it, otherwise his old man will definitely have something to do in a hurry, wouldn't this be even more troublesome. ”

"What Master Hou said is, then I'll go to Murong Mansion to make a report." Xu Xia nodded knowingly. When their eyes met, both of them showed mysterious and cunning expressions. The strange light revealed in their eyes completely concealed the truest thoughts in their hearts, without revealing any horses.

"You go down in a moment, and order the guards to be more defensive. Especially in front of Xiaoyue and Qingyi's house, it is important to ensure the safety of the two of them. ”

Xu Xiachu nodded, and he hugged his fists goodbye to the wind, and ran out like a gust of wind as soon as he turned around.

Holding on to the handles of the chair with both hands, the wind stood up and slowly paced from the chair to the table with his hands behind his back. He sighed to himself and crouched down in front of the token. He looked at the inconspicuous sign, hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled coldly, and immediately picked it up and put it in his sleeve.

In his heart, he had a faint feeling that a rainstorm was coming. In this thunderstormy war, I don't know which people will get wet. However, the wind knew in his heart that no matter what, he had already fallen into this whirlpool, and he had long been unable to get out.

His broad palms secretly clenched into a fist, and the knuckles of the force were already white and blue.

"I want to see who else wants to go against my Ninghou Mansion!"