Jiankang City, Wuyi Lane.

Compared with the Wang family, the Xie family and several other high-gate compounds, one looks inconspicuous, and the courtyard is also a very simple courtyard, hidden at the other end of this noisy place, the gate is hidden, the gate is hidden, two hunchbacked old servants, Tsing Yi small hat, powerlessly sweeping the fallen leaves at the door, no one notices that in this long alley, there is such an independent small world, no wonder, as hidden in the deepest part of Wuyi Lane, There have been no dignitaries for decades, and many people don't even know who the owner of this annex is.

A figure wrapped in a cloak quickly flashed through the crack in the door, and the two old servants who swept the floor seemed to turn a blind eye, and no one came up to interrogate this person, like a fresh breeze, blowing into this small courtyard, without taking away a trace.

The cloaked guest quickly got into the small courtyard, the small courtyard, empty, two or three side rooms scattered around, a pine tree planted in the courtyard, a dry well on one side, the cloaked guest stood on the edge of the dry well, looked around, suddenly together, the whole body rose into the air, and fell into the dry well at once.

On the pine tree, a crow was startled by the action of this cloaked man, fluttered its wings, and suddenly wanted to rise to the sky, suddenly, a white light that was indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed, and the crow's head was immediately separated from its body, and the two wings also fell directly from the air, even such a small bird, in the air was immediately divided into four parts, a puff of blood, sprinkled from the sky.

A rag appeared silently on the ground, the bird's blood was sprinkled all over the cloth, not a single feather fell, and the four bird corpses fell lightly on the cloth, and the crow's eyes were still open, even as a bird, it was still dead.

A hunchbacked old servant who had been sweeping the floor at the door just now appeared on the edge of the cloth like a ghost, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, pulled out the stopper, and poured it towards the crow fragment on the rag, a few drops of clotted fat fell down and poured on the bird block, and suddenly a few puffs of green smoke rose, and the bird's corpse, in these few drops of concentrated liquid, quickly boiled, tumbled, the fishy and pungent smell came to the face, the smoke became bigger and bigger, and became thicker and thicker, Gradually, only the sound of "zizi" was heard, and everything on the cloth could not be seen clearly, and the hunchbacked old servant stood to the side like a clay carved wood sculpture, not moving at all.

When the smoke cleared, that is, in a moment, there was not a single bird feather on the rag, and the crow, as if it had evaporated from this world, there was no trace of any more than a few blackened, yellowish residues that remained on the rag, and there was no evidence that there had ever been a bird here.

The hunchbacked old servant bent down indifferently, picked up the rag on the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, the few drops of residual liquid suddenly disappeared into the grass in the corner of the wall, into the dust, and without even a single smoke, it disappeared.

The hunchbacked old servant carefully folded the rag, put it in his sleeve, picked up the broom leaning against the wall, bowed slightly to the dry well before going out, bowed slightly, and then went backwards out of the courtyard door, and closed the door.

There was a slow and heavy sound of sound in the dry well, as if it came from another world, and those who are familiar with the news of the organ will definitely change color after hearing it, because in this burst of noise, at least more than ten connected news are launched, even if you don't have to go down the well in person, you can speculate that there must be an extremely dangerous and long road of organs everywhere, who will set up such an arrangement here?

Deep underground, in a large dark room, on the walls of all sides, a huge tallow candle burned with a huge firelight, illuminating this secret room as if it were day, three people dressed in black cloaks, wearing bronze masks of different shapes, around a huge round table, sitting on all sides, like a vajra wood man, no movement can be seen, if it were not for the three pairs of eyes looming, even a shining essence, people would even suspect that these three are dummies, and a seat on the south side is still empty, Waiting for its owner to take place.

There was a sound of "Karara", a secret door appeared on the south wall, and the cloaked man who had just entered the courtyard walked in slowly, and there was almost no sound in his movements, and even made people have the illusion that this person was floating in the air, under the gaze of the other three, he sat on the empty seat in the south, raised his head, and under the light of the fire, a face wearing a bronze Suzaku mask appeared in everyone's sight.

To the west, a man wearing a white horse mask looked at this latecomer, and a harsh and unpleasant, like a sound of gold and iron intersecting, sounded, and it was hard to hear that people could not tell whether it was a man or a woman, whether it was old or young: "Suzaku, you are late." How can you be late for such an important event?! ”

The man named Suzaku slowly opened his mouth, his voice was like a volcanic eruption, almost every note was bursting, it sounded extremely harsh, and he also did not distinguish between men, women, and children: "There are a lot of things going on at the auction, it is not easy for me to come in time, Hakuba, you and I should have been there at the same time, but you didn't come, you shouldn't blame me for this." ”

A man in a green dragon mask in the east waved his hand, he was wearing gloves, and he couldn't see a trace of skin at all, just like his whole person, all hidden in the depths of this cloak, revealing a trace of weirdness, his voice was like a wave hitting a stone, and a breath of sea and sky intersecting came to his face: "Okay, every inch of time and every inch of gold, I should get to the point early, Suzaku, Xie Yan and Xie Xuan, did they really have a direct conflict in the auction room?" ”

Suzaku's voice revealed a sense of disdain: "The three ears and eyes are all over the sky, it seems that what happened more than an hour ago, how can the three of them not know?" Why bother asking me again? ”

The man in the north raised his head, a turtle's mask glittered in the light of the fire, his voice was as cold as frost, without any emotion, and people's blood almost froze after listening to it: "The conflict between the families is about to break out, how should we deal with ourselves?" ”