He has never been able to see through Jing Qili, this burly man with a scruffy beard, sometimes like an ordinary person with quiet words, and sometimes like a sharp steel knife. "I'm here to tell you the whole plan for the next operation." Jing Qili said slowly. "What? Didn't you say that you alone know the whole plan? "Have you seen the secret note I gave you?" "I've seen it, what I'm going to do is the last assassination." "So what do you think are your chances of succeeding like that?" “…… Less than one percent. ”

"That's right, if you don't tell you all the planned steps, your actions are just a joke." "So...... What if I'm the inner ghost? "Pale golden eyes have no expression." Hehe, because you are the person I can trust the most besides myself. And because I have to need someone to perform the last assassination, I'm still a watchman for the next operation, not a knife. I have to find out what is going on, and I can only trust my own judgment. "Actually, you're the most suspicious of me at the same time, aren't you? If only I and you know, if the plan leaks, I'm the biggest suspect, right? ”

Jiugong smiled. "You're a little too smart sometimes." Jing Qili smiled, like an old fox. "Are you going to gamble with your whole life?" Kunomiya's right hand slowly rubbed against the hilt of the knife on his waist. "No one's life is more important than their own. Presumably, you and I don't have any objections to this, right? "It seems that I don't have a choice," Jiugong spread his hands helplessly, "Then tell me all the plans, but before then, I also have a secret message to tell you." "What?"

"If the next plan fails, you're the first person I won't let go." In the pale golden eyes, Jing Qili seemed to see his own reflection, which were also the eyes of a fox, but the difference was that there was a wolf's murderous aura in them. There will be no next time. Jing Qili said calmly: "When the time comes, I will come to you first." "The night of Tian Yuan has come as always, and the two figures are hidden in the shadow of the eaves, their bodies twisted into an incredible angle." Did you see the pigeon? "It was a young man of the two who was questioning." Well, do you want the brother in the back to cut it off? Another middle-aged man asked, with an ordinary square face. No. The young man held out his right hand, "Like I said last time, wait and see." ”

"There's one thing I don't understand." "Say." "There is only one nail this time, do we have to let these elite knives follow them to death?" "Have you forgotten our code of conduct?" The young man's voice was lowered. "I didn't ...... No. "Then don't talk nonsense, keep an eye on this person, he is very suspicious." The young man stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man, who lowered his head in fear, "Also, who told you that there is only one traitor this time?" The middle-aged man looked up in surprise, only to see that the young man's gaze had shifted into the distance. In the distance of the Tianyuan Imperial City, a huge building towered, sticking out of the eaves in the thick inky night, like a giant beast entrenched in the imperial city.

That is where the ruins are, the core of the power of the stars and the moon. The pigeon, which had been released, had disappeared into the darkness in that direction. In the darkness, a gray dove descended from the night, its wings flapping and landing on the window. The black-robed old man slowly stretched out his hand, his withered knuckles caressing the pigeon's neck and wings, and finally resting on its slender right paw. There was a small cowhide-colored roll tied to the dark red paws, and Fan Yu gently removed it and slowly twisted it. His calm gaze swept over the cowhide roll, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly, his slender fingers tapping the sides of his legs, and a moment later he took a new cowhide roll, and chanted softly, and a cluster of flames rose on his fingers, and in an instant disappeared again, leaving only a black mark on the cowhide roll.

Fan Yu nodded in satisfaction, carefully tied the cowhide roll to the gray pigeon's paws, and patted its head. The gray pigeon pecked his finger thoughtfully, then spread its wings and disappeared into the night. Fan Yu slowly clasped the side door on the buckle with his index finger, and the crisp sound was extremely clear in the silent night. After a while, the side door creaked open, and a young man in black with tied hair knelt in the doorway. "You go and ask Xu Yan and them to come in, I have something to tell them." Fan Yu said slowly, his voice old and hollow, like an echo in a hollow tree trunk. "Yes," the young man in black quickly stepped back and gently closed the door. "It's time to play chess again." Fan Yu muttered, picking up a sunspot from the chess box at the head of the table with his right hand and gently placing it on the endgame of the chessboard.

On the chessboard, Bai Zi Dazhu, who originally occupied the important place in the middle of the abdomen, was tightened by this sunspot that broke into for the last time. The original colossal momentum was completely cut off, and all of them fell into death. On the fifteenth day of the first month of the eleventh year of the Holy King of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the south gate post of Tianyuan City. The pouring rain washed over the entire Tianyuan, and the pale inky sky was so oppressive that it was impossible to breathe. It's the height of summer, but there's a chill in the air throughout the city. A black carriage slowly arrived, and one of the following groups of black-clothed men hurried to the side of the carriage and opened a paper umbrella. A withered hand stretched out from the curtain and slowly opened the curtain. The first to emerge was a half-man-tall round-headed thin cane, the large branches forming a natural protrusion, but naturally shrinking downward, because of the perennial use took on a rounded yellowish-brown color, like a layer of oil. This is a fine ancient sandalwood, and it is even more rare that it is so well preserved. A thin hand held it, and the owner of the hand, the thin Fan Yu, slowly walked down from the car.

His beard was surprisingly long, hanging down to his chest. The two white eyebrows on his forehead hung down long, but the two eyes in the deep-set eye sockets were as bright as a young man. He wore a high crowned hat on his head, a black robe draped over his body, and a silver heart sword sunflower embroidered on the neckline. This convoy is the first guard of the guard, and unlike the other guards, the first guard rarely participates directly in frontal fights. But it is rumored that many of the bubbling conspiracies and blood under the darkness were created by this white-eyed old man and his group of guards hiding under the black hood. Fan Yu fumbled with the brown paper envelope in his arms, and remembered the emaciated shadow on the towering stone seat behind the dignified giant door of the Heavenly Ruins, and the voice that could be carved into his heart word by word. "The slash-and-sword ploughing in the darkness has begun, and everything will begin to turn according to God's will." He looked up at the sky outside from the edge of the umbrella, and the dusk of Tengen was dyed a dirty gray by the heavy rain, and the raindrops fell heavily on the surface of the umbrella. The seeds planted will eventually be harvested, and God will move the stars forward. Fan Yu slowly got out of the cart and walked into the gate of the South Post Station, followed by more than a dozen black-clothed guards, wearing hats and bowing their heads, hurriedly followed. They all had a silver heart sword sunflower on their backs, and a long black sheath knife tied around their waists.

The flow of people quickly and silently merged into the post house, and the mist stirred up by the heavy rain blurred their figures, and finally disappeared. Jing Qili watched as the group of black-clothed people walked into the South Post Station and gently closed the last crack in the window. The prey has entered its burial place, and the hunters will tighten the last bowstring. Jing Qili slowly wiped the black cedar long crossbow in his hand, the rainstorm brought some moisture to it, he needed to succeed in one blow, anything that could affect this result he needed to rule out. Including that inner ghost. Jing Qili squinted his eyes, looking at the few homeless people squatting on the street, and the familiar red in the distance. The heavy mist weighed down, and he took a deep breath, glanced at the sky, and slowly raised his crossbow. He hoped that after shooting this arrow, his head would not hurt so much.

Fan Yu sat at the window and took a deep breath. The slender fingers tapped slowly on the side of the leg, and the sound of the rain suddenly disappeared at some point. The torrential rain came and went as fast as it came, and the sun was relentless in its relentless reins, and only the water-stained ground let people know that heavy rain had come. Tian Yuan's originally oppressive and dull air was swept away, and the sunlight pierced through the clouds, and the pillars of light were like swords inlaid with gold and profit, which looked extremely charming in the sky where the dark clouds gradually dissipated.

Fan Yu was about to close his eyes and take a nap in the house, but suddenly felt that the originally quiet post station was noisy coming and going, he frowned unhappily, pushed the door and asked, "What's so noisy?" "Report to my lord, there is a woman who said that her husband was killed by the doorman of the inn, and she is crying at the door. It's just the unreasonable troubles of the untouchables, and I wanted to deal with it as soon as possible, but I didn't expect the villain to be ineffective, and it still alarmed the adults. "It's okay, it's okay, let's go out and have a look, it's a bit strange to make trouble in front of the post station." Fan Yu waved his hand, leaned on his ancient sandalwood round-headed crutches, and slowly stood up from the chair. Is it coming? The dark clouds in the sky had almost cleared, the ground was still damp, and the sound of water ticking from the eaves seemed to remind people of the amazing rainstorm just now. Fan Yu's eyes did not fade because of the erosion of the years, but became sharper. As soon as he stepped over the threshold of the inner room of the post station, he saw that Wu Qi had gathered at the door of the outer courtyard of the post station.

Those were the guards on duty in the post station, and there were a few guards, they were shouting something, but occasionally a heart-rending female voice came from the middle, "You dog officials, return my husband's order!" "Ye Mi, come here." Fan Yu beckoned to a guard, his black robe raised gently, "What the hell is going on?" "My lord, the little one also came out when he heard the noise. It seems that the two couples had some skirmishes with the guards on duty at the inn as they passed by the station. The man seemed to be drunk, and when he was making a fuss, he was pushed by the guards, and the man suddenly fell to the ground and died. "The Ti Wei who was called Ye Mi was tall, but he had the lines of Wanzhou people on his square face." You go over and ask for details," Fan Yu twisted his long white beard, thoughtfully, "By the way, let's see if that man is really dead." Ye Mi answered, turned around and pushed aside everyone and walked towards the man. The man's face was pale, and even his lips were a pale lilac. The sharp forehead hair was soaked with rain and stuck to his cheeks. On his face was a horizontal scar that shocked Ye Mi, and he didn't know when it was left. Ye Mi settled down, reached out and rolled the man's eyelids, and then gently put his right hand on the man's wrist.

The people around suddenly heard a bang, and saw that there was a long crossbow arrow on Ye Mi's helmet, and the arrow was extremely powerful, Ye Mi's dark black cold-forged steel helmet was actually pierced by the crossbow arrow, he rolled his eyes, and fell directly to his knees. "There are assassins! Protect your adults! The guards and guards gathered at the gate were shocked, and with a clatter, their swords were drawn out of their sheaths, and they retreated towards the interior of the inn. However, they had not yet exited far when they noticed a strange thing, their bodies moved, but they just fell backwards. Fan Yu's position was clearly visible, and the man who was supposed to be dead suddenly moved. The weeping woman moved as well, with undried tears on her face, but a ghostly smile on her lips. Then both of the legs of the man left his body. They had a look of surprise on their faces, and then their whole bodies erupted into bewitching flowers, bright red and dazzling, until they hit the ground and the poor people reacted, and immediately wailed, and the stump rolling on the ground made it unbearable to stare at. "Be quiet." The woman's fair face was splashed with a few points of blood, as if it was a bewitching rouge, which made her smile even more bewitching. She waved her hand, and the people rolling on the ground fell silent, and a black golden steel needle was stuck in their throats. "Watch out for the assassins!"

The remaining ten or so guards in the outer courtyard of the post station were shocked, and immediately pounced on the two people at the door, only to hear a few "dong dong" sounds, and three more guards who were caught off guard fell down, and the good skills of the guards were able to avoid these few killing moves, but they did not dare to approach the two people covered in blood at the door. "Don't panic, the man who fired the arrow is on the third floor of the inn on the east side opposite, with the third wooden window. The weapon used should be the Jin Long Crossbow, with a range of three hundred and fifty-five steps. ”

Fan Yu was on a half-human-high thin wooden cane, with white eyebrows and white beard, and his body was withered, but in those deeply sunken eye sockets, An Le couldn't see his eyes. He was like a thousand-year-old ice of the far north, cold and solid, silent and majestic. Fan Yu raised his hand and whispered, the damp stagnant water in front of the courtyard seemed to have life, and at first it only slowly trembled, and then turned into tiny balls.