Nan Yang and Qinghuan made a detour to the back of the hill, and without much effort, they climbed over the hill with light skills and fell to the back of the Taihu Pavilion. Because from the front, the Taihu Pavilion is like being embedded in this mountain, so the Taihu Pavilion is almost built next to the mountain, and the gap between the pavilion and the mountain is narrow, and there is no one who burns the sky here.

The night was thick, and there was no one around, but the sound in front of the Taihu Pavilion could be faintly heard. Junqiao happened to lead the three of them to talk to the people at the door, and the voice came faintly.

Qinghuan groped back and forth in that row of windows, it was too dark, and she couldn't see where the dark windows Junqiao said were at all. This should be a perennial forgotten corner, the space is small and dirty, she has only touched a few, and she has touched a handful of dust.

Nan Yang said softly: "Don't look for it, it's dark, and you can't find it, besides, these windows are old, and they must make a sound when they open and close." ”

"What then?" Qinghuan rubbed the ashes in his hands, his brows furrowed.

Nan Yang pulled out the falling frost she was carrying, and the snow-blue blade stuck to a window in front of her, and with a few skillful scrapes, she lightly removed the entire window, and Qinghuan hurriedly caught the window panel and put it aside.

Nan Yang was the first to jump into the window, and Qinghuan followed closely. Taihu Pavilion has a total of five floors, and according to Junqiao's words, that group of people should be on the fifth floor. As a result, only the staircase was lit from the first to the fourth floor, and the place where they had just entered was pitch black.

Before the two of them entered, they heard a commotion at the door, as if someone had led Junqiao in.

Nanyang said in a low voice: "Let's go up first, walk in front of them, quickly." ”

As soon as the words fell, Nan Yang jumped up the stairs with a beautiful light skill, and he didn't make a sound on his tiptoes. Qinghuan followed her up and moved up quickly, if it was slow, she would be hit by the group with Jun Qiaode.

There was no one on the first to fourth floors, and it was eerily quiet, and the road was unimpeded.

On the fifth floor, there is a long corridor above the staircase, which is elegantly decorated and simple. I think the end of this corridor should be where those people stay. The structure was so simple, so simple that there was no place to hide, not even a dark walkway.

Qing Huan and Nan Yang had to walk down the corridor first, and then turned a corner, and then they heard two people talking about something in the other corner of the corridor, and they were walking towards this side, and the sound of footsteps pulled the atmosphere down to the apex of tension.

You can't be discovered, you can't kill them, you can only hide.

Nan Yang decisively pulled Qinghuan back, wanting to retreat to the original single-lane corridor, but before he could retreat, he heard the sound of a group of people walking at the staircase over there, which should be Junqiao and his party coming up.

There are people in front and behind, and the footsteps on both sides are gradually approaching, and the situation is really embarrassing.

Qinghuan bit her lip anxiously and looked around, but there was nowhere to hide in this corridor.

Nan Yang suddenly grabbed Qinghuan's clothes, stood on tiptoe, jumped straight up, jumped onto the beam of the roof, and squatted down on it.

Qinghuan let out a long sigh of relief.

But before she could let go of her breath, her nerves immediately tightened again, and she gasped straight for a breath of cold air, and her skin was about to explode.

There was also a person squatting on the beam opposite the beam of the house where they were staying.

The man was dressed in black and black, only showing a pair of eyes, looking at them with a thick murderous aura, he pinched a small thing in his hand, the light was dim and could not see clearly, but the man reacted quickly, and was about to lift the little thing at them.

Nan Yang jumped up lightly, turned over and whispered to the opposite beam, and pulled out the falling frost with lightning speed and swung it towards the man in black. The man in black rolled nimbly on the beam, narrowly avoiding Nan Yang's sword, and once again raised a small object to Nan Yang in a little panic, this time Qing Huan saw more clearly, it was a bamboo similar to a small whistle.

Nan Yang pressed forward, but the long sword in her hand was of little use in this narrow space, and she couldn't swing all the sword moves, only going back and forth with the man.

At this time, the three Burning Sky disciples came up with Jun Qiao and Wu Ji, and Jun Qiao put the white jade half-face mask she had been playing with on her face, probably for fear of being recognized. Qinghuan's heart was in his throat, and he watched the group of people coming over here, and Nan Yang was still fighting with the man in black on the opposite beam, the figures in white and black kept flashing, and there was a faint sound of the sleeves breaking through the air.

Nan Yang's eyes lit up, and he rolled over on the beam, covering the mouth of the man in black with one hand, and the frost in the other hand immediately attached to the side of the man in black's neck like lightning, and slashed hard, cutting off the big blood vessels of the man in black, and the man died in an instant.

Nan Yang took the bamboo object from the man in black, squeezed it tightly in his hand, and tightly covered the neck of the man in black with one hand, and blood slowly spilled down her palm.

The people below had slowly passed by, and Junqiao was almost the last one at the end of the line, and she looked around as she went.

Nan Yang's palm still couldn't completely hold down the crazy blood flowing out, a drop of blood suddenly dripped vertically down her hand, and seeing that it was about to drip onto the ground next to the Burning Sky disciple, Qing Huan's eyes were round, and she couldn't wait to fly down and catch that drop of blood back.

It's over, it's going to be discovered.

If you find out......

Jun Qiao suddenly snapped the folding fan in his hand open, and the moment he opened it, the drop of blood fell on the plain white fan.

Nan Yang only lowered his head and looked closely at the situation below.

Jun Qiao felt something strange, paused, and then looked up, and saw Nan Yang on the roof holding a dead man in black, and Qing Huan's face turned white on one side, and his body was shocked.

Nan Yang raised the bamboo object in his hand to her, and his eyes met for a moment to convey all the information. Junqiao's expression behind the mask was not clear, but she just closed the fan indifferently and continued to walk without saying a word.

The two people who went to the stairs first happened to meet this group of people, and one of them whispered: "Go in quickly, the master is waiting until the tea is cold......

"It's been fast." The other Burning Sky disciple muttered and led Jun Qiao towards the depths of the corridor.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Qinghuan's tense muscles slowly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath.

Nan Yang hung the man in black on the beam of the house, tore one of the clothes of the man in black and tied his bleeding neck tightly, and then jumped back to Qinghuan's side with a stern expression.

"Master, what do you think...... Who is this? Qinghuan lowered his voice.

"If there is no difference, it should also be the person who burns the Heavenly Gate."

"Why? Why did the people of the Burning Heaven Gate hide in this place secretly? ”

Nan Yang picked up the bamboo tube in his hand and showed it to Qing Huan: "Look at what this thing is." ”

Qinghuan squinted his eyes and looked carefully, it was a small bamboo mechanism, a bit like a push needle, but the place behind the piston should be a sleek nozzle, in which the operating principle is not difficult to speculate, this small tube should be filled with something, as long as the person blows next to the mouthpiece, the pipe will shoot out.

Nan Yang fiddled with the thing and took it apart along the crack, and inside was a pile of small black seeds, which looked strange.

"What is this? Why is the man here holding it? ”

Nan Yang pondered for a moment and said, "This is Gu." ”

"Gu?!" Qinghuan was surprised.

"Hmm. Do you remember that the Duanxi girl mentioned earlier that there was a woman wearing Miao clothes in this group? …… Miao Jiang is good at witchcraft, and the most famous thing in the Burning Heaven Gate is the Gu poison named Huangquan Gu, and there should be people from the Miao tribe who are good at witchcraft in the Burning Heaven Gate. ”

Qinghuan thought about it carefully again, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, they said that the people who went out from here were in a trance, and they couldn't remember what they said......"

"They should have been caught in the Gu. And the process of Zhong Gu should be that when entering and exiting this corridor, the black-clothed man lurking on the beam of the house used this bamboo pipe to blow into his body. Nan Yang said in a deep voice.

"We also passed by here...... "Qing Huan was a little flustered for a while, and pressed Nan Yang's shoulder, "Do you feel unwell?" ”

"Don't worry, we shouldn't have a Zhong Gu," Nan Yang put the bamboo tube in his sleeve, "If there is a foreign object close to me, I will definitely notice it." Let's go to the room at the end of the hallway, find a place to stay, and act on the opportunity. ”

"Hmm...... Watch yourself. Qinghuan frowned worriedly, and tightened up a little tighter.

"Just watch out for yourself." Nan Yang's eyes softened, and he touched Qinghuan's hair soothingly.