In the fifth year of Taihe, October Jiashen, not the beginning.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, somewhere in Shanhefang.

The bearded man convulsed uncontrollably, his chest rose and fell violently without rhythm, and his bloody right arm dripped blood, and the blood seeped into the rammed earth, instantly leaking out a dark red halo of blood, and his face distorted by pain was very terrifying under the faint light of the fire.

The poison of Yunshan has made such a burly person become so hideous in a moment......

Zhang Yijun knew that although the bearded man was not a corpse yet, he would soon be there, and he should not be able to last a few breaths at all.

The bearded man's pale lips trembled, and Zhang Yijun immediately realized that he had something to say, so he hurriedly bent down and leaned his ear to his mouth......

But the bearded man's mouth was full of gushing blood, and Zhang Yijun could only hear some vague phlegm.

It's too late...... Zhang Yijun's heart sank, and he hurriedly pulled out the dagger, saying "I'm sorry...... in his mouth" and then broke the bearded man's lips, the tip of the knife rotated, and forcefully pried open the bearded man's closed teeth, and reached out to detain the blood clot condensed in the bearded man's mouth, and a bloody smell came to his nose.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhang Yijun asked him to stay as sober as possible, and hurriedly yelled at him: "Why, why did you bring someone here?" Who is the man in black? ”

The bearded man stared at his blood-red eyes, almost exhausted all his strength, and said tremblingly to Zhang Yijun: "So-and-so...... It's a ghost soldier......"

"Ghost Soldier ......" Zhang Yijun was breathless, he didn't care about it, and hurriedly asked: "The ghost soldier is a divine forbidden army?" ”

The bearded man's head moved slightly from side to side.

Zhang Yijun's face was stunned, could it be said that the Shence Army has nothing to do with the ghost soldiers? What about the beast mark on the handle of the barrier that was seized last night?

"What is your purpose?"

This time, the bearded man didn't seem to hear Zhang Yijun's question, he didn't answer, but laboriously raised his right forearm, which was stained with blood, and stared at his arm without saying a word.

Strange to say, when the bearded man stared at his right arm, which had been cut off from the flesh inside, his gradually divergent pupils seemed to condense a little, and his hideous face eased accordingly.

The bearded man's right arm slowly drooped, he looked at Zhang Yijun again, Zhang Yijun hurriedly listened carefully, and from a few vague syllables that came out of his mouth, Zhang Yijun barely heard the words "Daming Palace......

"Daming Palace? What's wrong with Daming Palace?! ”

When Zhang Yijun looked at the bearded man again, he found that he had already exhaled his last breath, his burly body was no longer trembling, his blood-red pupils had diverged, and he was staring blankly at a point on the top of the small room.

Zhang Yijun let out a long sigh of exhaustion, raised his blood-stained palm, and gently closed the bearded man's round eyes. The clue was broken again, and this situation was just like that time in Xichuan, which was exactly the same as Wei Rong and Wei Yuhou who committed suicide by taking poison.

Zhang Yijun lowered his eyes and saw that the bearded man's waist was exposed with a crossbow arrow shaft, and I am afraid that it was this crossbow arrow coated with Yunshan poison, so that such a strong person could also die within a few breaths. Zhang Yijun couldn't help but be a little afraid, in this way, the crossbow arrows shot by the black shadow were all coated with poison, if he was a little careless, even if he was rubbed by the tip of the arrow, he was afraid that he would end up like this.

Zhang Yijun faced the corpse of the bearded man, sitting cross-legged in the small room, and the fire fold on the ground swayed before it was extinguished, reflecting the shadows of Zhang Yijun and the bearded man very strangely.

What does the three words "Daming Palace" that this person said before his death represent?

There are also people who say that he is a ghost soldier, so who will kill him?

Zhang Yijun looked at the crossbow arrow again, his sword eyebrows furrowed vigorously, and he muttered: "That black shadow is also a member of the ghost soldiers......

The fire was completely extinguished, and the small room returned to darkness, but Zhang Yijun felt that his eyes were leisurely bright, and he gradually had an idea in his mind: the bearded man wanted to defect, and before he died, he listened to what he and the store said in the mutton stall, and heard some clues, so he brought himself here, afraid that he would tell himself and the pan about the plans of the chaotic party, but he didn't want him to be prepared for betraying the organization, so he died at the hands of the assassins who had been ambushed here.

This means that such a large organization is not monolithic!

Maybe...... It's just that maybe, there are others who want to defect.

Zhang Yijun got up from the ground, he lit a fire fold again, and shone on the bearded man's bloody right forearm, the blood on it had dried up a little, and it was stained with a lot of dirt on the ground.

"This used to be a tattoo ......," Zhang Yijun said in his heart, what did the black shadow want to cover up when he cut this tattoo so roughly?

It occurred to him that the tattoo must be the same as the wooden screen on the porch of this kiln house!

Wait a minute......

If the tattoo was cut off to cover up the clue, then why did the Black Shadow keep this wooden screen here? Wouldn't that be a more striking clue?

If it was his sudden appearance that disrupted the dark shadow's plans, then how to extrapolate like this......

There should still be people to clean up the aftermath!

Zhang Yijun felt a palpitation in his chest and hurriedly stepped out of the small room. When he hurried out of the porch around the wooden screen, he found that at some point, several masked men dressed in black with long blades had appeared in the distance of this one-way narrow alley, looking at him as if they were prey.

At the same time, in the West Market several squares away.

Xuanji thought that since the suspect was a Hu person, then Beiqu in Xishi must be a place where he often haunted, and An Shouyue claimed to be very familiar with this place, and it should not be difficult to find the traces of that person.

Who knew that An Shouyue was quite willing to lead the way in front at first, but after walking for a cup of tea, he stopped talking, and even sighed and muttered: "I am on the thief ship now......

Xuanji was a little angry, and she once again emphasized that the death of the forbidden soldier had nothing to do with her.

"It's not because of this," An Shouyue simply stopped, looked at Xuanji and said: "An just remembered that Zunjia left so many footprints on the stairs, if you go to find it, Zunjia is the number one suspect, and although An knows that Zunjia has not killed anyone, the government may not ......think like this."

Xuanji was stunned, "But ......"

An Shouyue hurriedly led Xuanji to an alley with a little less people, and interrupted her: "What does An mean, the suspect mentioned by Zunjia, black clothes, horizontal mustaches, and fox odor are all common in Beiqu, Xishi, and searching here can be described as looking for a needle in a haystack!" ”

An Shouyue continued: "Besides, it's only a matter of time before the liquor store reports to the official, and the honorable driver should leave the West Market immediately, how dare you hang out around here?" ”

This sentence suddenly woke up Xuanji, she couldn't help but look around vigilantly, and suddenly felt that what An Shouyue said was true: There are many people in the huge West Market, and it is too blatant to find someone here, and the orchid in that wine shop has seen herself, if she reports to the official, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not think that she is the most suspicious, and if they hang out here, I am afraid that they will only cause more trouble......

Maybe it's wise to leave this place first?

Xuanji said goodbye to An Shouyue and was about to turn around and leave, but An Shouyue stopped her at this time and said, "Son, please stay!" ”

Xuanji hesitated for a moment, then looked back and said, "I don't know what else is going on?" ”

An Shouyue saluted Xuanji and argued: "Can you inform An of the location of the son, if there is other news in the future, you may be able to report to the son." ”

Xuanji looked at An Shouyue for a moment, she was not at ease with this Hanhu mixed race who had just met, so she thought for a while and said, "If you need it in the future, you can go to Beiqu in Xishi to find a foothold." ”

An Shouyu stopped talking, and Xuanji said goodbye to him again, then lowered his hat and hurried away with the flow of people.

An Shouyu stood in place, he stared at the hat and walked away in the direction of the West Market Gate, and then the corners of his mouth skimmed into a meaningful smile.

Zhang Yijun pulled out the short dagger at his waist, but compared to the long blades in the hands of the black-clothed people who were gradually approaching him, it looked quite small, causing the group of masked men to sneer.

Zhang Yijun didn't expect that he would really fall into the trap, and secretly hated that he didn't realize the strangeness of the wooden screen earlier. There is no other way in the kiln house, it is located in a low-lying deep alley, which is a place that the soldiers in the workshop will not be under the jurisdiction of the soldiers at all, and the wooden slats that cover the sky completely block the possibility of him climbing over the wall.

And the only way out has been blocked by the murderer with a long blade, this impenetrable encirclement, no matter how agile he is, he will not be able to escape.

The group of black-clothed people walked to a position more than ten steps away from Zhang Yijun and stood still. The first man pulled down the masked black, revealing mottled sideburns and a silver-bearded jaw.

Zhang Yijun was stunned, and his heart was strange, this group of people behaved and dressed differently from the "ghost soldiers" he saw in the Xuanduguan culvert that night, and the black shadow that just came out of the kiln house was completely different, who is this group of people?

The old man at the head glanced at the short blade in Zhang Yijun's hand, and a sneer came from his nostrils, and the ravines on his face became deeper.

"I won't kill you......" The old man's eyes were full of contempt, and he crossed his hand to Zhang Yijun without mockery and said, "Please also come with us." After speaking, he threw a black silk cloth strip at Zhang Yijun, and he wanted to throw it on Zhang Yijun's face, but he didn't control the strength well, and it fell on Zhang Yijun's instep.

Zhang Yijun immediately understood the meaning: someone wanted to see him......

Zhang Yijun glanced at the old man, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be no killing intent in the old man's eyes.

Zhang Yijun put away the dagger, and he suddenly remembered that there were often wealthy merchants in Chang'an City who hired private soldiers from the rivers and lakes to protect the smooth flow of freight and avoid the attacks of mountain bandits.

Zhang Yijun asked tentatively: "Guarding?" ”

The old man nodded, still holding the long blade in his hand.

Now there are only two choices left for Zhang Yijun: one is to fight for a bloody road - the front road has been surrounded by the enemy, and this road is almost impossible; The second is to be covered with a black cloth and taken to an unknown place in Chang'an to find out.

Perhaps this will be the perfect opportunity to unravel the mystery...... Zhang Yijun thought about it, so he leaned over and picked up the black cloth strip and wrapped it tightly in front of his eyes.