The skeleton made a soft noise the moment it hit the ground, and a faint white mist rose into a pile of blue-gray powder, which piled up on the black robe. Only the sound of the short knife falling to the ground let An Le know that he had indeed killed a person just now, not a demon. But in a few moments, An Le was completely soaked in cold sweat. The assassination used up all the strength of his body. He saw the guards rushing around him, and thought their movements had become slow and funny. He tried to pull out another long knife at his waist, but was surprised to find that his movements slowed down, and then his whole world began to distort, and his eyelids were as heavy as a piece of iron.

Fan Yu's sudden death caused the remaining guards to form a big mess, and at the same time, the water balls that wrapped An Le and Zhu Ze also disappeared in an instant, and the two soaking wet sat on the bluestone slab at the entrance of the post station, watching the hunter who was still complacent just now turn to ashes in an instant. And the man in black who made the shot, with his pale golden eyes and the pair of long and short knives, betrayed his identity. It's peace. An Le's heart was excited, her slender white arm drew a semicircle, and two projectile-sized things flew out of her hand, and then the entire front hall of the post station was shrouded in sudden smoke and firelight. Before the guards could react, they only felt a few sharp knife whistles in the white smoke, and screams came and went. The panicked crowd calmed down, and a few murmuring whispers rang out, and several powerful whirlwinds blew up in the smoke, blowing the white smoke away.

The number of mystics in the first guard was the largest in the entire guard, and this level of the white wind technique was as easy as a child's juggling. However, the haughty mystics had to admit their defeat, and when the smoke cleared, the three killers were long gone, except for the black robes that had fallen to the ground and the dagger to tell the crowd that their guard commander was dead. The entire blade of the dagger seemed to have been burned by the flames for a long time, and the black-brown metal was covered with cracks, and had become a piece of scrap metal, lying quietly in the pile of cyan ashes. A day later, the Tang Kingdom Nanhuai. It was still the dark room, and the old man in the black robe sat at the head of the desk.

"Fan Yu is dead?" The old man's calm tone was tinged with a hint of surprise. "Well, the lamp has been extinguished." The young man in black at the bottom replied. "I can't believe that these chess pieces have some real materials." The old man stroked his white beard. "After all, these people are the elite of our last three families, although there are still nails this time, but Fan Yu is not a person who can't be killed."

"If we want to kill God, God may not be able to escape the snare of heaven." Halfway through speaking, the old man coughed slightly, his shoulders shrugged slightly under the black clothes, and there was a thick phlegm in his voice, "However, I am really reluctant to do this......" The young man stepped forward and wanted to help, but the old man stretched out his hand to stop him, so he simply stood there. "What do you mean?" The young man asked. "If you can find that nail this time, I wonder if you can make an exception?" "Make an exception?" The young man couldn't believe what he had heard. "Yes, I hope to save the lives of this group of people, and I can kill the three major patriarchs with the sword, so it will be ruined, it's a pity."

"But...... The rules of the mountain hall ......: "Young people want to stop talking." "I know this better than you, but you also know that this is a special opponent in a special time." The old man narrowed his eyes, and there was a coercion in his old and shrunken body, and the young man felt that the breath of the entire burrow suddenly became heavy, and the air seemed to have become several times heavier, so that he was almost out of breath, "I don't want to order you, but I hope you can think about the situation carefully." ”

"The subordinates understand, we will find the nail as soon as possible." "Yes, it's hard work." The old man bowed slightly, and the coercive aura disappeared suddenly, he patted his sleeve, got up and walked out of the dark room. The young man was relieved, and in that instant, he even had the illusion that the other party would suddenly make a move. Is this damn old guy trying to throw us into this chess game...... The young man couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart. But at this rate, by the time the nails reveal their identities, the people in this group should have already died. It's pitiful, the corners of the young man's mouth rise into a small smile, but what does it have to do with us? We just need to watch this good show in Yili and find out the inner ghost "as soon as possible". As for black and white, it's fun to see who dies first. Traitor Watchman "I didn't expect the inner ghost to be our watchman. Zhu Ze was sitting in the corner of the room as he spoke, and at the other end, a pottery medicine jar was bubbling hot, and the room was filled with a smell of medicine, which made him frown.

"If the watchman is an inner ghost, it will be easy to sell the knife." The speaker looked up from the stove, his face a little blackened, and his pale golden eyes were still bright. "In this operation, only Jing Qili knows the whole process of action, and he is the only possible murderer. Lida and Riji are two good swords in the main hall, but they were betrayed by their own brothers. Zhu Ze flicked the hilt of the stabbing snake, and his sharp forehead hair covered his eyes. "Before this operation, Jing Qili had come to me alone." An Le said nonchalantly. "Oh?" "He told me the whole plan, and he said that I was the last knife to strike, and I had to know everyone's plans and action steps." An Le looked at Zhu Ze's eyes. "That's a reasonable reason," Zhu Ze smiled, "Then you might be that ghost?" The atmosphere in the room became tense for no reason, An Le poured a bowl of medicine from the clay pot and blew lightly, "I killed Fan Yu." After saying this, he tilted his neck and drank the bowl of warm medicine.

"Or do you think that the Qin Heavenly Prison will sacrifice their own sect leader in order to hide an inner ghost." An Le wiped the corners of his mouth. Zhu Ze was silent for a moment, then raised his head, "Find him and kill him before the Nightmare obliterates us." "You don't need to say I'd do the same, but do you remember the small print on the back of the cipher? I think yours should have too. "Regardless of success or failure, five days later, the Tiananfang Sanxiang Building in the north of the city will gather." Zhu Ze still remembered the row of fine small characters. "Exactly." An Le took out his secret note from his arms, pinched it with his index finger and thumb, the handwriting on it was clearly legible, it was originally a plan to assassinate the prey, but in fact it was an invitation to send us to death, "I said that I would not trust anyone, even the watchman, I changed my plan of action, and sure enough, I saw the praying mantis that caught the cicada, but unfortunately he didn't expect it until he died, the cicada had turned into a yellow finch." "Keeping an eye on it at any time can save your life," Zhu Ze nodded approvingly, "But I didn't expect you to actually kill that monster." ”

"There are no targets that you can't kill, as long as you're prepared." An Le waved his hand, "What we need now is how to deal with Jing Qili. "In five days' time, bury him in the cemetery he has prepared." Zhu Ze put on a hat, and half of his face was hidden under the hat. "Then we need to be a quarter of an hour behind him." An Le said. "Jing Qili only takes a quarter of an hour?" Zhu Ze turned his head at the door. "Crack the grass," An Le lowered his voice, "He's the most experienced snake." He pinched the secret note, and slowly approached the oil lamp in the room, and the flame shook and licked the secret note, and in an instant swallowed it whole. The firelight flashed, An Le exhaled softly, and the remaining ashes also shattered, scattered into the air and disappeared. "Can I trust you?" Zhu Ze stared at the pair of pale golden eyes on the other side. "If I were you, I think you'd better not do it, because that's my attitude toward you." An Le didn't laugh this time. Zhu Ze didn't answer, nodded and opened the wooden door.

"Wait a minute," An Le seemed to remember something, "What about An Le?" "This beautiful thorny young flower, he hasn't seen since he woke up." I guess it's shy," Zhu Ze smiled rarely, "Before you woke up, her concern for you was not as simple as that of ordinary brothers." "If it's shy," An Le muttered, "I'm just worried about one thing. "What's the matter?" "She went to find Jing Qili." "Fan Yu is dead?" "Yes." "Strange, isn't he ......" Jing Qili whispered, as if talking to himself. An Le sat opposite Jing Qili, gritting his teeth and wrapping the last circle of yarn. Dark red blood slowly oozed out, drawing a smudge on the gray ribbon, like a clumsy flower. Ti Wei's crossbow was supervised by the Tian Yuan Terracotta Division, and as long as an arrow was shot into its arm, it could lose all mobility, and although it was only passing by, the three-edged arrow still brought a terrible wound on An Le's snow-white right arm. "Are you alright?" Jing Qili asked. "Out of the way." An Le tried to raise his arm, but couldn't help frowning. The wound was deeper than expected, but at least life was still there. "You're not doubting Anle, are you?" An Le stared at Jing Qili's eyes. "Only me and him know the steps of the whole operation, unless Ridai and Riji themselves betray themselves, otherwise no one except us can know their location." "Then if An Le betrayed us, why did he kill Fan Yu?" "This, I don't understand it either......" Jing Qili looked at the dark night outside the window, and for the first time felt unconfident about the whole operation. Fan Yu is not an ordinary minion, even if An Le deliberately wants to hide his identity as a ghost, doing so will ruin all his status in Qin Tianjian. If not comfort, then who? Only he and An Le knew the whole plan, if not An Le, then ...... Jing Qili suddenly found that An Le's eyes staring at him began to change a little, yes, if it wasn't An Le, then it was me. An Le smiled at him, but his left hand took out the dagger in his arms, and the steel needle in his right hand flashed with a faint green light, "Then Jing Qili, say it and listen, you have no reason to betray us." The wound on her arm opened again at the movement, but this time she didn't frown.

A quarter of an hour ago, the Temple of the Heavenly Ruins. "Imam Fan has been killed." The voice of the person who spoke was cold, the black figure knelt on the ground, the silver Jin snake tail chrysanthemum on his back was covered by the hazy smoke, and even the sharp thorns seemed to be affected by the atmosphere here, which seemed to be a lot calmer. "I already know about this, and I can feel the light of the falling star in the rain." Tang Yu's long silver hair hung down, covering most of his emaciated face, "The time when the god summoned him was a little earlier, but this is also the fate he has chosen. Su An just looked down at the cold stone slab on the ground of the Observation Hall, and there was no interface. And your fate," Tang Yu paused, stepped forward, and gently covered his right hand on Su An's head, "You also need to accept a new choice." God is the sword, and if he ploughs and leaves, there is no one who can initiate the summoning of the seed. You also participated in the placement of seeds back then. This time, it's up to you to do the final cleaning. Su An felt that the hand on the top of his head was cold and piercing, but he didn't seem to be affected at all, he just bowed down deeply, and his forehead touched the cold ground, "The student obeys the teachings. ”

Tang Yu retracted his right hand with satisfaction, clasped his hands together, turned and retreated. "Don't let me down." His last voice echoed low in the empty auditorium, but the man was gone. It was a long time before Su An was able to raise his head, and with great difficulty, he stood up and bowed out of the observation hall. The heavy stone door of the Observatory Hall was slowly closed by the young man behind Su An, and the grand and towering ruins returned to silence, Su An straightened up, and slowly had some smiles on his face. He took out the parchment letter scroll in his sleeve, and wrote a secret sentence in neat small letters: At noon on the 21st, Tian'an Sanxiang Building, the rest of the party gathered. Unbeknownst to the sender, this letter would bring him eventual death. Five days later, Tiananfang, heavy rain.

An Le was eating noodles, dressed in white and sitting in a small restaurant full of oil smoke. The whole restaurant didn't fit in with his clothes, but he didn't mind, stopping occasionally to add some chili noodles to his bowl and sweating profusely. Now a quarter of an hour before the appointed time, he wiped his mouth comfortably and looked up at the angle of the scorching sun outside the window. "Boss, bring me two more sake." There is still a lot of time, and he is not in a hurry. In the Sanxiang Building at noon today, what kind of good show will it be for four people who are suspicious of each other? An Le smiled self-deprecatingly, took Xiao Er's new sake, and put it into his mouth with a tilt of his neck. "Sometimes I really don't understand you." The voice of the speaker was cold, and the whole person was hidden in a wet coat, and a few scattered and sharp forehead hairs protruded from the sharp thorns on the hat. He took off his hat, and it was an angular face, and a scar stretched across the otherwise youthful face, and there was no expression on it. "Zhu Ze, I didn't expect you to find me."