"Master, I received the news, not long ago, someone bought a few high-level dead soldiers of our ink sand at a high price, and today they were suddenly sent out to assassinate the family of the scattered cavalry Chang Shi, why shouldn't they ask the reason why the dead soldiers were sold, but those dead soldiers felt that this matter was different, so they secretly sent the news back to the ink sand." As soon as he received the news and what happened in the White Day Museum, he felt that this matter was strange, so he hurried back to tell him.

"What's wrong?" , only casually asked back.

"Before the departure of the dead soldiers, Beichen took off his robe, lazy and half-lying **, and was still entangled in the matter of the Wenguan in the daytime, and did not react to anything wrong When meeting with the buyer to communicate the details, the person's attitude was very strange, and he also drank wine and said goodbye to them, and realized that the wine was put in ** but could not say it, only following the buyer's meaning, they woke up an hour later, and quickly passed the news that they should go to the house of the free rider to carry out the task."

"It's just that they were filled with ** wine, maybe it's just a test to test them, it's not a problem." Although Beichen had doubts, he still felt that there was no big problem, and he didn't specifically tell him about it, after all, some buyers just had very strange habits and tasks.

"But master, isn't one of the three victims from the Wenguan the news that he is the son of a free-rider? That's why I'm suspicious, I suspect—" Undercurrent continued with a little confusion, his master has always been smart, why don't he understand this matter, don't you know the identities of the three people in the Library?

"Suspect someone is trying to plant it on the ink sand?" Hearing this, Beichen suddenly reacted, and Fang Cai was still thinking about the things of the day, and he was absent-minded for a while and didn't react. Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he hurriedly got up and put on his coat and shoes: "Quick, Undercurrent, let's go to the Scattered Cavalry Chang Servant Mansion, and be sure to stop them." ”

"Yes."

The incident happened suddenly, the situation was urgent, and in order not to startle the snake, Beichen and Undercurrent gave up riding horses, and under a round of low-hanging moonlight, they used light power to shuttle over the high and low houses, and the speed was so fast that only two afterimages were seen. The courtyard of the scattered cavalry is very far away, and along the way, their mood becomes heavier and more nervous, and the person who framed the ink sand must be waiting for the rabbit, if the assassination is really successful, then the ink sand will be convicted of killing the genius of the literary hall. The more he thought about it, the faster he became.

The closer he got, the more worried Beichen became, he had a premonition that something bad might happen, and he only blamed himself for being stumped by the incident at the Wenguan first, ignoring the others, and feeling full of regret in his heart. Far away, at the corner of half a street away from the courtyard, I saw that the lights in the courtyard were bright, and the entire courtyard was surrounded by water, and those people were wearing black and red armor and holding torches high, which was the dress of the palace ** army.

Seeing the scene ahead, Beichen found a hidden undercurrent to stop and hide in the corner to observe the situation. But a huge doubt arose in his heart: It's so late, and the Sanqi Chang Courtyard Mansion is located in a remote area, how could the ** army appear here? Are they here to capture the dead soldiers? How will they know? But who is in charge of this? Who will harm him?

Just thinking about it, suddenly the door creaked open, he quickly shrank back, only to see a few ** soldiers escorting three men in black out of the door, he recognized that it was the dead man of the ink sand, the three people were restrained hands and feet, and their mouths were also covered with iron claws, they really couldn't escape and die. Followed by a **** leader, who was arching his hand towards the casual attendant in the back: "My lord, there is a lot of disturbance in the middle of the night, when I bring these assassinations back to the Punishment Mansion for strict interrogation, I will definitely ask the person who is behind the scenes, and please don't worry too much." ”

"Okay, thank you, thank you, I see that these people must be the murderers of my son, they just want to destroy our whole family, please take them back for a good interrogation, you must not let my son die in vain." The Wanderer took the leader's hand and said earnestly.

"I will live up to my trust." The leader said, turned to the ** army: "Okay, close the team, and take these three people to the criminal palace for review." ”

"Yes."

**The soldiers lined up and left in order. Beichen looked at it and knew that once the three of them were taken away, the things behind would not be easy to handle, and there would definitely be unnecessary trouble. Turning around, he whispered to the undercurrent: "Go, those three people can't stay, start smarter." After speaking, he took a deep look at the three dead soldiers, after all, they were his own people, and he was always a little reluctant in his heart.

"This-" The undercurrent also had a slight hesitation, the ink sand rules, never kill each other, this matter handed over to him by the master, I'm afraid it is-

"Don't worry, the situation is forcing you to be ruthless." Seeing his hesitation, Beichen patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"Yes." With that, he turned into a black shadow and approached the three dead soldiers.

Without waiting for the other ** army to find out, the ** army that was clamping down on the dead soldiers nearby had already been ** to the ground, looking at the black shadow in front of him with deep internal force and extremely fast speed, and before he had time to react to the purpose of the black shadow, he quickly got up and drew his sword to confront him, but where were they the opponents of the undercurrent, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, they grabbed one of them with a sword, and the sword shadow flew over, only a few moments of white flowers, and the three dead soldiers had fallen to the ground, and their hearts were bubbling with blood.

The assassination was successful, and Undercurrent threw down his sword, and flew away before he had time to give the three of them a second look.

"Chase, chase!" The leader turned his head and came to his senses, hurriedly shouted, and hurriedly ran to the three dead soldiers, but there was no room for recovery, he stomped his feet and was angry, and slapped a few people in front of him: "You, do you make people can't stand it?" What a rice bucket! ”

was scolding, a ** soldier next to him didn't know what he saw, his eyes widened, and he pointed to the ground and stammered: "Leader, leader, look!" ”

"Look, people are dead." The leader scolded impatiently. Looking in the direction of the man's finger, he was also shocked: the bodies of the three dead soldiers in front of him were slowly suppurating and corroding, and their limbs had turned into a pool of thick water and there was no trace of the corpses. Is this a dead and unopposed? The leader had sharp eyes and quick reactions, and quickly picked up something that was shining, and looked at it in his hand for a while, knowing that the corpse was irretrievable, so he left this evidence, looked at a large pool of pus and snorted and led the team away.

Beichen was far away, and he didn't see anything that the leader had picked up, but just watched the three dead soldiers turn into pus, and all the objects on their bodies turned into nothing, and sneered: Fortunately, the blood of the dead soldiers in the ink sand was poisoned, and there was no trace after death, so there was no way to trace it.

Looking around again, he knew that the initiator must be watching from a short distance away, and he could guess who was in charge of this. After all, how many people can be called to mobilize the ** army? It's just such a result, would that person have thought of it? Or is everything in his plan?

Sure enough, at the corner of another street, a pair of sharp eyes looked at this big play arranged by him early, and when the end of the play was over, he smiled with satisfaction and hid in the darkness-

After designing everything, he didn't go straight home, but turned a few corners and sneaked into a deserted house, which was the place where he and the man agreed to meet—

As soon as Fang pushed open the door, several layers of dust fell, he could not avoid looking into the house, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, Bei Shen Ye smiled to himself, shook off the dust left on his body, and closed the door reflexively: "Since they are all here, what are you doing hiding in the dark so mysteriously?" ”

"Hahaha-" There was a laugh in the dark, but it was getting closer.

Following the sound from which it came, Bei Shenye lifted the internal force and struck it with a palm, and when the palm wind passed, more dust shook off, mixed with the sound of wood breaking.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? It's not that this house is going to be demolished. The man dodged the attack sideways, but the voice was closer, as if it were right in front of him.

"Boom-" A firelight flashed, and a candle flame lit in the house, but it was held in the hand of the person who came, and the dim light was bright, and the strange silver-black mask of the person was scratched, emitting a dazzling cold silver light, and Bei Shenye subconsciously covered his eyes with his hand. At this moment, he was no more than half an inch away from the man, and the tongue of flame of the candle flame swirled around his sideburns, as if it was about to consume him at any moment. The dark eyes of the visitor stared at him as if they were going to make a hole in him.

Bei Shenye's heart was a little uncomfortable, so he simply turned his head sideways, found a random place in the house, wiped his sleeve and sat down: "Xiangyue, Haimi?" Now that you know your identity, why wear your glaring mask again. ”

"Hmph," Haimi turned around, put the candlestick on the table, sat opposite Bei Shenye, and slowly stretched out his hand to ** the mask, with a faint weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Taking off his mask, with the help of the candle flame, Bei Shenye finally saw this cousin whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but he was much more mature than when he first saw him twelve years ago, but the murderous and cold aura between his eyebrows and eyes was even worse. He still remembers that when he first saw him twelve years ago, he was shocked by the depth and glue in his eyes that were different from those of his peers, and when he saw him again, he sighed a lot: "It's been a long time, the last time we met, it was twelve years ago, you have grown up!" ”

"It's been twelve years - you have lived in the imperial capital for another twelve years, and this position of Jingzhong Gonggong is okay?" Hami said with irony and an unknown emotion.

"I called you, didn't I come to tell you this?" Bei Shenye stared into his eyes and said.

"What do you want to say, what questions do you have, but it doesn't hurt to ask. My, cousin! Haimi scratched her nose and felt bored, and deliberately aggravated her cousin a second time, just to remind the identity of the person in front of her.

Naturally, ignoring Haimi's reminder, Bei Shenye asked directly: "What are you planning for so many years?" Who is behind you? ”