Her lilac robe was stained with blood and rain, and her long hair was scattered into a beautiful flower on the clammy ground, and she died. An Le walked at the end of the long street with a black oil-paper umbrella, stepping on the shallow stagnant water on the bluestone slab, and through the quiet and heavy rain curtain, he had already seen the plaque of the Sanxiang Building from a distance, where there was a trap that had been arranged a long time ago, but they were going to kill the poisonous snake in the trap. However, he suddenly heard a sharp sound, it was An Le's warning arrow, the sound was as piercing as three years ago, An Le's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he grabbed Zhu Ze, who was sharp.

His hands were as hard as pig iron, and Zhu Ze almost thought that the other party was going to remove his shoulders entirely. An Le's left hand is clasped secretly, and the tail finger and thumb are overlapped. Remove. This is the most concise code word, the expression on Zhu Ze's face has not changed, and the whole person naturally turns around with An Le's movements, and walks back silently. An Le and Zhu Ze drifted away in the rain, leaving behind the incense building across the long street. An Le knew that An Le might be dying, but he couldn't do anything about it. The rain hit An Le's face, he only felt a coldness, this time the party was proposed by Jing Qili, if they hadn't been half a quarter of an hour late, all three of them would have died in this perfect ambush. An Le secretly clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand. Sorry, thank you. An Le knew that An Le couldn't hear this secret word, his face was still calm, but there was a line of sadness floating in his pale golden eyes, and the figure of the white clothes and black umbrella disappeared into the rain curtain, and he didn't look back from beginning to end. In the evening of the same day, Tianyuan was in the corner.

Two men sat again in the dilapidated hut, only this time there was no longer the clattering clay pot, and the stove in the corner of the room had fallen a thin layer of ash from being used for days. "I didn't expect Jing Qili to really betray Shantang." Zhu Ze put the hat on the corner of the table, his voice was a little hoarse, "I still can't figure it out, he's already the contact person of Tianyuan, why do he still do this?" "Actually, it doesn't have to be him." Kunomiya had now calmed down, his index finger tugging at the dusty wooden table, drawing some intricate lines of unknown meaning. "Are you doubting me, if I were going to kill you, you would have died countless times." Zhu Ze raised his head, there was anger in his eyes, and the scar on his face was a little distorted. "That's not what I meant," Jiugong waved his hand, "I mean, have you ever seen the corpses of Su Yi and Riji?" ”

"No, do you mean to say......" Zhu Ze didn't say any more. Yes, it's not out of the question. "But even if it's Su Yi, she can't know about the second plan, she didn't participate in this matter at all." "Yes, that is, there are only two suspects left now." "Jing Qili and Li Er." Zhu Ze thoughtfully concluded and raised two fingers in turn. "It's easy to know the answer." Jiugong withdrew his index finger and looked at the cold face opposite. "Find Jing Qili." Zhu Ze stretched out his left hand, picked up the hat on the table, and hid his entire face. "Let's go?" "Split up, to be honest, I'm still worried that someone will stab me in the back." Zhu Ze stood up and said no more. "Be careful, then." Jiugong said this very lowly, as if he was saying it to himself. Zhu Ze's emaciated figure did not pause at all, pushed open the door and left. At the same time, not far away in the shadows. "The targets are separated." The person who spoke lowered his voice. "A few of you are divided into two groups, keep an eye on these two for me, and if I'm not mistaken, the nail must be one of them."

A voice sounded, young but majestic, it was the young man in black. "My subordinates understand." With a few slight windswept sounds, several black shadows scattered away, merging into the corners of Tian Yuan's complex and winding alleys. "It's getting more and more interesting...... There are three people left...... What about the easiest and most difficult multiple-choice questions......" The young man bowed his head and muttered, no, he always felt as if he had forgotten something. "Jiuyue." The young man shouted at the shadows under the eaves, and the rough wall, which had been plain and unremarkable, suddenly changed, and after the air distorted imperceptibly, a man dressed in black and covered with a black scarf appeared out of thin air. "You go and make sure, Su Yi, Lida, Lier and An Le, see if these four people are really dead." The young man waved his hand. The man nodded, and leaped into the darkness, as silently as he had been. Can't miss anyone, the young man looked at the dark night in the distance of Tian Yuan, and the Heavenly Ruins were still standing quietly in the Tian Yuan Imperial City.

Behind the opponent this time, there is the most terrifying person, or arguably the most cunning god. The truth is that Tianyuan City at night hides all kinds of undercurrents. They walked down the streets and eaves, colliding with the black-clad guards with knives, both light and dark. Jing Qili is now hiding in the dark night, but he feels as dangerous and helpless as if he is exposed to the day. Euthanasia, died in the incense building. The remaining two people, who is the inner ghost? Jing Qili couldn't be sure. Or is the best way to kill them all? No, Jing Qili shook his head involuntarily, then he wouldn't be able to escape the blame and hunt of the nightmare. In the absence of any evidence, the group will be wiped out, and he will be completely stamped with the steel seal of the traitor, and then ruthlessly erased. Like dew drops in the air, he, the once prestigious Tianyuan liaison, would instantly evaporate from the human world. Then he heard a creak, and the door to his room was pushed open by someone who had quietly walked into the dark cabin. Jing Qili's entire body was stretched into a line, and the line between life and death for many years allowed him to quickly integrate himself with the surrounding environment. Who is the other party? Jiugong or Zhu Ze?

In the darkness, he tried to discern the other's breath, but the person, like him, disappeared in an instant. If it weren't for the half-open door that showed that someone had entered, Jing Qili would almost have thought that there was only a suspicious self in this small room. With a snap, in the originally dark room, a fire fold was lit and held in a powerful hand. Jing Qili almost reflexively swung a knife at the owner of that hand, but under that little bit of firelight, Jing Qili saw a few flashes of light. Jing Qili knew best what it was, those were the sharpest poisonous silks of spiders, and they were blades that could kill them in an inch. If he had made a move just now, it is estimated that his right hand has been separated from himself by now. In the darkness, the fire fold slowly moved up, revealing a face. The lines of this face are cold and ruthless, the sharp forehead thorns protrude, the scar that crosses the face looms under the shaking flames, but there is a faint arc on the mouth, it is the smile of a wolf. Zhu Ze lit the oil lamp on the table, and the whole room finally dispelled the darkness, and the two people stood face to face on either side of the table.

"You're finally here." Jing Qili smiled slightly, but his body did not relax in the slightest. Zhu Ze didn't speak, but raised his left hand to himself. He carried a gray cloth bag in his left hand, which he slowly placed on the wooden table in the middle of the room, and then slowly opened the cloth bag. There was a strong rancid smell in the room, Jing Qili couldn't help frowning, and took a small step back, inside the gray cloth bag was a short-haired head, which had been somewhat rotten because of the age. The red rope on his forehead has been somewhat loose, but the face of the person is still faintly recognizable. Jing Qili was very familiar with this face, although he was more familiar with the scimitar in the hand of the owner of this face. "Jing Qili, this is what I found in the mass grave. The last road is blocked, can you tell me why you betrayed us? Zhu Ze's voice was still so low, his eyes were staring directly at Jing Qili, he pulled out the stinging snake, and popped out a sharp narrow blade like a poisonous core.

Jing Qili smiled slightly, he had just encountered the same problem not long ago, although the person who asked the question was now dead, but he believed that he could also use the same answer to convince the person in front of him. "Two to one, that's what we're going to face right now." Jing Qili spoke slowly. After a few pairs, the same hut. Kunomiya knew she was too late. In the small hut, everything is neat and tidy, and there are no traces of the imaginary fight. It's just that there is a person lying on his stomach in the middle of the room, the burly body is motionless, and the nine palaces take the pulse, this person has been dead for a long time. Although the face that was now bruised was somewhat deformed, the identity of the deceased could still be seen: one of the former Tian Yuan liaisons, Jing Qili. His once-powerful arms had become a little limp, and his lips had taken on a terrible purple color.

This color is the most familiar, it is the poison of the "Cup Shadow", those small golden snakes that can hide in all impossible places, and it is the favorite poisoned arrow of the assassins. Their tiny bodies are powerful and resilient, catapulting nearly ten paces in an instant, then infusing their prey's bloodstream with deadly venom with sharp fangs. It was a drop of poison that could kill Kwafu, and with the fact that they were always hidden in the most unexpected places, with swift and small blows, almost no one could avoid it. Even Jing Qili can't do it. There was a small wound in his throat, faint two spots red. Because the toxin of the "cup shadow" spreads quickly, the skin color around the wound is almost indistinguishable from the skin color of the whole body. Those deadly purples that look like the most bewitching irises.

Jing Qili had a worn-out bag on his desk, and inside was a rotting head. Kunomiya covered his mouth and nose with his white sleeves and recognized it as Riji's head. Is it really you? Zhu Ze. Jiunomiya shook his head in disbelief, and touched his scabbard with his right hand. Even Jing Qili died, leaving me to the end, I don't know if it was your kindness or your cruelty. Jiugong gripped the handle of the knife hard, and the cold touch made his palms tingle a little. In the narrow dark room, Jiugong seemed to hear the snapping hookah sound of Lida again, and the face that was always smiling under the gray beard was still looking at Jiugong like that; The scimitar on his hand flew over his hands like flowers, and his slender eyes were as bright as knives; Su Yi, who had long blond hair, frowned slightly, and gently fanned her neck with a jade-like palm, and the light circulating in her eyes was as gorgeous as a beautiful butterfly; And the burly and powerful Jing Qili showed a rare apologetic expression at him, and his bronzed skin shone with the reflection of lamps and candles; In the end, Jiugong saw An Le, she sat quietly in a corner of the room, her long black hair was scattered, and her deep pool-like eyes looked at Jiugong quietly, her slender ten fingers overlapped, white as jade. It's like the first meeting three years ago, beautiful and quiet.

Jiugong waved his hand, as if to wave away these memories. He slowly retied the burden on the table and tied it around his waist. Then he lightly stretched his ape arm, and with only one right hand, he carried Jing Qili from his burly and lifeless body on his shoulder. He leaned over and blew out the candle that was about to burn out, and walked out without looking back. Let me give you another ride one last time. Soon I will present you with one last head, his, or mine. Three days later, Tianyuan Andingfang, the official road long street. The twilight once again swallowed the entire Tianyuan, and on the long street where no one was there, the bleak wind swept up the fallen leaves and flew in the cold air. Two figures turned out at both ends of the long street, the one on the left was dressed in white, there was no smile on his gentle face, and the two knives of different lengths in his hands vibrated slightly, making a faint buzzing sound. The man on the right was wearing a gray robe, and under the white hat, his sharp forehead thorns protruded, and his face could not be seen.

"You're here?" Jiugong asked, his black-brown eyes revealing sharp killing intent. "I'm coming." Zhu Ze responded coldly, and his right hand pulled out the stinging snake from his waist. "I've been looking for you for a long time." "Me too." "Jing Qili is dead." Jiugong stared at Zhu Ze, and the other party's eyes were hidden under the hat, and he couldn't see clearly. "I already know." Zhu Ze's figure trembled slightly, and his right hand turned white from exertion. "So it's pretty obvious, right?" The nine palaces were separated, and the long hair was swept up by the evening breeze. "Indeed." Zhu Ze said coldly. "There's just one thing I haven't been able to figure out." "Me too." After a brief silence, Jiugong and Zhu Ze spoke almost simultaneously. "Why did you betray us?!" Two different voices uttered the same roar. The two of them were stunned for a moment when they heard each other's questioning, the wind was whistling, the twilight was heavier, and the reflected knife light in their hands was even more dazzling.

"It's just the two of us, you don't need to disguise anymore, do you?" Jiugong sneered, his right hand bent his elbow, and the long knife was horizontal in front of him. "It's boring, but I really want to throw this sentence back to you." The stinging snake in Zhu Ze's hand had already spit out its narrow blade, and its fangs were exposed. "You killed Jing Qili!" Jiugong gritted his teeth.