The lacquered forest covers the ink night, and the waning moon hangs frost and cold wind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ding Yin sat in the background and fell into contemplation, according to their conversation, it is not difficult to see that this is a gang of tomb robbers, and the contents of the box should be a treasure knife, I don't know which ancient tomb stolen cultural relics, in the process, the fourth legend of the most intelligent Jiang Ping on the Sky Island died in the ancient tomb, and he and Xu Qing's death before is exactly the same as the curse on a mural in the ancient tomb, so it will lead to the current situation, but next, whether the development of things will be as Youruo said, is still unknown.

Thinking about the time, when he got up, the sky was already white, Ding Yin pushed open the door, crossed the threshold and sat on the stone bench next to him to smoke, this has been his habit for many years, and he always felt that looking at the early morning mountain col swallowed clouds and spitting fog, there was a different feeling.

After the heavy rain, there were layers of mist wafting between the cols, and by the faint light, he saw two small white pickup trucks parked on the mountainside, presumably driven by the people upstairs, but they were blocked by the mountain road washed by the heavy rain, otherwise they would not have stopped on the mountainside.

Ding Yin just got up from the stone bench, only to feel that there seemed to be something strange on the small emerald green lawn on the side, he squatted down to take a closer look, and found that the lawn seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, lying flat on the side.

Based on the lawn, looking up, this suppressed place is directly opposite the room of Xu Qing and Han Zhang last night, could it really be that someone climbed up to the second floor from here, killed Xu Qing, and jumped down from the window?

Ding Yin didn't dare to speculate, after all, there was no place to stop here on the second floor, and the dignity was so smooth, if this was the case, it could only prove two points, either this murderer was a martial arts master, as written in martial arts novels, he could fly the eaves and walk the wall, or this murderer was not a person at all.

As soon as he thought of it, he couldn't help but shiver, the mountain after the rain added a little chill to people.

The morning drum wakes up, the morning light flashes, the green clouds and the plain wind, with the slightest coolness, blows through the weeping willows, and skims over the green tiles and cornices.

Ding Yin lay on the table and took a nap, and when a few people in the room woke up, he woke up instantly, and when he looked at the time, it was almost noon, he went to the kitchen to get a few small dishes at random, and served them to the lobby table.

The three men sat in a circle, and the next moment, like a wolf and a tiger, Han Zhang was an anxious man, and he didn't forget to shout while eating: "Damn, boss, you are really hidden, the dishes you cook are so delicious, for the first time, I feel that vegetables are more delicious than meat."

Ding Yin smiled lightly and said, "You won the prize, probably because you haven't eaten for too long, so naturally everything you eat is fragrant."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Fang suddenly took over the conversation and asked, "What about Youruo"?

"Here I am"!

There was a voice from the stairs behind him, and Ding Yin followed a few people to look back, only to see Youruo slowly coming down from the stairs with a wooden box in his arms, with an indescribable expression on his face.

"What do you do with it when you take it down"? Lu Fang asked.

Youruo didn't answer, and walked to the dining table step by step, with a hint of evil in his deep eyes: "We hit a ghost."

Her words made Lu Fang on the side tremble unconsciously, it seems that this person with a cold face is not invincible, he dropped his chopsticks and said in shame: "What the hell are you talking nonsense"?

"I'm not talking nonsense, I don't believe you." Yu Ruo said as she opened the wooden box.

Ding Yin stood on tiptoe and watched, only to see a big knife lying inside, because it was far away, he couldn't see the appearance clearly, but according to the color of the appearance, it can be inferred that this knife has a thousand years, but it is a bit like the executioner used when cutting off people's heads, and the strange thing is that at this moment, the surface of the big knife was stained with blood, and at the moment the box was opened, the smell of blood came out, and several people were stunned for a moment, and immediately covered their mouths and noses.

"What the hell is going on? Don't tell me this knife ......" Han Zhang's eyes widened suddenly, and his face, which was not afraid of heaven and earth before, was a little confused at this moment.

Youruo nodded, and said: "That's right, this knife came back by itself, I entered the room last night, I checked it thoroughly, and there was no trace of the knife, I was afraid when I slept, and put a stool behind the door, and there was an empty water cup on the stool, so that as long as someone pushed the door, the water cup fell naturally, but when I woke up, the water cup and the stool remained the same, and there was no change in the room, except that the box was covered, I didn't pay attention at the time, when I sat at the writing desk, I felt strange, and opened it, the knife actually appeared by itself, and... … It's stained with blood, but it's already solidified."

Autumn is twilight, the wind comes early, and the mountains are endless.

After she said for a long time, everyone woke up from the inexplicable horror, and Ding Yin was also stunned by the description of Youruo, and a knife ...... Running out of the room by himself, Yun lightly killed people and swaggered back, how ridiculous this must be, how can an ordinary person accept it lightly?

"Could it be that this knife will fly on its own"? Han Chang was undecided.

This is not convincing, even if it could fly, but the door was closed all the time, where could it fly in? As soon as he thought about it, Ding Yin suddenly recalled the trampled and reclining grass he saw at the door a few hours ago, but what could that grass mean?

Someone went in through the window and cut off Xu Qing's head, or did they say that Jiang Ping didn't die at all?

Just pondering, Youruo took a breath and said, "There is only one possibility, from the beginning of the ancient tomb, someone has followed us, maybe he is standing behind one of us at this moment, ready to pick up this knife again at any time......"

Youruo's words made several people turn around, but in the house, except for a few people, there was no outsider.

……

The fog is cold and the smoke is cold, and the lone wind is swirling on all sides.

The wind and the waning moon, the night turns into a cloud.

After dinner that day, a few people sat in the lobby, the wooden box lay quietly on the square table in the middle, washed the dishes, Ding Yin boiled a pot of tea, and added it to a few people.

When he walked to the square table, he couldn't help but observe the wooden box, it looked like it should be in the same period as the treasure knife in the box, and it had a faint cyan color on it, but this did not affect its quality, judging from the smooth surface, even if it was a thousand years later, it would not rot.

"Why, the boss is also interested in our treasure knife"? Lu Fang glanced at Ding Yin with interest, as if teasing.

Ding Yin came back to his senses in an instant, nodded awkwardly and said, "It doesn't look like a modern thing."

"That's right, I think you should be no stranger to a celebrity named Bao Zheng in history, Renzong served as the right to know (acting) Kaifeng Mansion Yin, his life was iron-faced and selfless, Song Renzong, Zhao Zhen once gave him a royal treasure knife, knife name: Kaifeng."

After Lu Fang finished speaking, he took a sip of tea and drank it, if his words were not false, then the tomb they robbed was the tomb of Bao Zheng, a famous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, although Ding Yin was slightly stupid, but he was also familiar with the black-faced Bao Gong, legend has it that this Kaifeng was given by Song Renzong, Zhao Zhen gave it, and it was hung in Kaifeng Mansion, and the plaque in the yamen "Ming Jing hanging" in the same frame, specializing in killing the evil people, it is really right to say that it is the big knife of the executioner, and I don't know how many evil souls he has contaminated.

Ding Yin remained silent and pandered: "Then it is estimated to have a history of thousands of years, right?" It's a baby."

Lu Fang smiled faintly and said, "It's about a thousand years."

Then he glanced at Ding Yin meaningfully, and said with a torch in his eyes: "Boss, businessmen are very profitable, and some things can be passed, I don't want to give you incense on the lonely grave of this Yunyin Mountain next time."

Ding Yin's body shook uncontrollably, looking at the boss's sword eyebrows under a pair of starry eyes, black as a deep pool, for his warning, this is all a character licking on the edge of the knife, he is just a small businessman, all these days are a nightmare for himself.

Lu Fang looked at his expression, squinted his eyes and nodded silently.

"I think we'd better get out of here and get rid of this thing first." Han Zhang crooked his mouth and muttered, "It just so happens that the third and fourth children are dead, we can divide two more shares."

When Lu Fang heard this, she slapped the table and said, "What are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with what I'm saying, anyway, I have to think about the day when they die, we can't throw all this money away, right?" Han Zhang was tired of these two days, couldn't help it, and said two words.

At this time, everyone didn't have time to blink, Lu Fang quickly pulled out a pistol, firmly pressed against Han Zhang's forehead, and said fiercely: "Let me tell you, I said before we set off at that time, since everyone went together, the money earned would be divided into six parts, the fourth share would be given to Youruo, and the third share would be sent to his house, what is your opinion?"

The gun in his hand made him speak with confidence, and his cold words instantly made everyone in the room breathe, and then panted heavily.

Han Zhang swallowed his saliva and said stupidly, "What else can I say?" I will do whatever you say".

"Very good"! Lu Fang put away the gun, turned his head and said to the youngest brocade mouse: "Let's go, let's go upstairs, move the body of the third child down first, and find a place to bury him."

Bai Yutang, the brocade rat, nodded, got up and went upstairs.

Ding Yin looked at the backs of the two of them, and exhaled secretly, thinking to himself how could human life be so hasty, if such a person was really buried near his inn, then how would he do business in the future.

But......

Shook his head helplessly, the situation is stronger than people, what can I say?

Just thinking about it, the two of them had carried Xu Qing's body downstairs, because of the time, the corpse had stiffened, Bai Yutang turned his back to the corpse, grabbed the corpse's arms with his hands, Lu Fang lifted his feet, and passed through the hall step by step, in the lobby, Han Zhang and Na Youruo both lowered their heads, as if they didn't dare to look at the corpse.

Ding Yin glanced back, and the two of them happened to carry the corpse out of the door, only to see a small black mark on the heel of the corpse, what was that?

Thinking about it, he picked up the shovel and followed.