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"So to speak! It's a pity that he died, otherwise maybe he could have asked for more news! Zhang Baoer said with a look of regret.

Speaking of which, Master Hongzhi has been restrained in the secret room, but I don't know when this guy woke up, and he actually bit his tongue and committed suicide. In desperation, Zhang Baoer had no choice but to set fire to the pagoda, creating the illusion that Hongzhi died by self-immolation.

"Bao'er, you don't blame yourself, a dead man like Hongzhi, even if he is alive, it is impossible to take out any secrets from his mouth!" Wei Xianyun comforted Zhang Bao'er on the side.

Zhang Bao'er nodded and smiled: "But fortunately, we have another clue, if Xu Langzhong goes well, we may not have no chance." ”

……

In the middle of the moon, there was silence in the old pharmacy of Anrentang, and an old man in the corner of the room was looking at a yellowed ancient book under the lamp, his expression was solemn, his eyes were staring at the ancient book, thoughtful. There was a faint fragrance of flowers floating outside the window, and it was also silent outside, so it was extraordinarily quiet after nightfall.

Knock, knock, knock!

A knock on the door suddenly broke the silence of the room, and the old man looked up in surprise, the door had been pushed open, the green cloth curtain was lifted, and a man in a yellow cloth shirt walked in.

The old man frowned and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man in the yellow shirt didn't answer the old man, and after glancing at the room, he asked, "You are Xu Langzhong of Anrentang?" ”

The old man nodded and said, "I am Xu Langzhong, what is the matter with you?" ”

The man in the yellow shirt suddenly smiled, showed a happy expression, and said, "I have a friend who asked me to bring you a gift." ”

After that, the man in the yellow shirt took out something from his arms and handed it to Xu Langzhong.

Xu Langzhong took it and saw that it was a handkerchief embroidered with a dazzling peony flower, and he asked suspiciously, "This is?" ”

The man in the yellow shirt said coldly: "This is the blood peony!" ”

"Who told you to bring it to me?" Xu Langzhong was full of doubts.

The man in the yellow shirt did not have a trace of emotion: "A friend." He said that as long as you have seen the blood peony, you will understand. ”

"Blood Peony?" Xu Langzhong looked up and down at the handkerchief, meditating on the information about the blood peony in his head, he seemed to have heard of the blood peony before.

"Peony Killer!" The handkerchief in Xu Langzhong's hand fell to the ground. His face was pale, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were full of horror: "The Blood Peony Handkerchief is a token of the Peony Killer, and receiving the Blood Peony Handkerchief is equivalent to receiving a letter from the Difu, and the Peony Killer will definitely ask for his life." ”

The man in the yellow shirt still had a faint smile on his face, and the smile was very kind: "You finally know the peony killer." ”

Xu Langzhong's pupils were shrinking: "I have no grievances with the Peony Killer, why did he kill me?" ”

The man in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "Have you ever heard a sentence - the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty?" ”

"If the Peony Killer takes a fancy to something in the pharmacy, let him take it, and he doesn't have to kill me."

After Xu Langzhong finished speaking, he looked at the yellow-shirted man with a fluttering expression, and suddenly had an epiphany: "You, you are the peony killer!" ”

The man in the yellow shirt just smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Xu Langzhong's voice trembled: "What do you want?" What is there in this pharmacy that is precious for the famous peony killer to take this trip? ”

"It's a precious thing." The man in the yellow shirt said meaningfully, "I'm afraid you won't give it to me." ”

Xu Langzhong said: "Whatever you want will be given to you, you can take it." ”

"I want your life!" The man in the yellow shirt had a silver-white short sword on his right hand at some point, and the man in the yellow shirt jumped up with the short sword in his hand, and stabbed Xu Langzhong in the throat with a sword.

The speed of this blow is not fast, but it is as steady as Mount Tai and as powerful as a thousand pounds.

Xu Langzhong threw the ancient book in his hand in horror, turned around and left, the short sword pierced through the ancient book, and the yellow pages of the ancient book flew in all directions. The man in the yellow shirt did not stop, and the sword light did not stop, and in an instant, the blue light flowed, and a phantom flashed in the dim room.

Xu Langzhong was forced to the corner of the room, there was no way out in front of him, he could only turn back in horror: "Why ......?"

The man in the yellow shirt had followed behind him, he stabbed through the air, and after a sound, the sword light of Biqing disappeared, and Xu Langzhong had an extra hilt on his chest. Xu Langzhong let out a dull scream and fell to the ground heavily.

Outside the window, the moonlight was bright, the fragrance of flowers was faint, and the silence in the room was restored, a deathly silence.

After a long time, the man in the yellow shirt quietly put his sword back into its sheath, and quietly put the blood peony handkerchief on Xu Langzhong's cold chest: "The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty." You have no grievances with me, but what you have is a problem for my henchmen. ”

The man in the yellow shirt sighed coldly: "All threats must disappear, disappear like the wind!" ”

……

"Uncle!" Uncle Hua appeared in front of Zhang Baoer with an antique wooden box.

"What's wrong, Uncle Hua?"

"Someone sent this!" Uncle Hua handed the wooden box to Zhang Bao'er.

Zhang Baoer opened the wooden box and saw that inside the wooden box was a white cloth bag.

Zhang Bao'er said curiously: "Who sent this wooden box?" ”

Uncle Hua shook his head and said, "It was discovered by the janitor, and it was placed outside the gate of the mansion, and the person who put the wooden box has long disappeared without a trace." ”

Zhang Baoer slowly unfolded the yellow cloth bag, and then let out a surprised sound, only to see a finger in the white cloth bag, the finger was curved and black.

Uncle Hua frowned and said, "Who did this, and actually sent a severed finger?" ”

Zhang Bao'er sighed and said, "I recognize this finger, it is the finger of Xu Langzhong in Anrentang, his finger is dark because he has been sorting medicinal materials for a long time. ”

Uncle Hua was shocked and said: "Xu Langzhong has been poisoned!" ”

Zhang Bao'er said: "Obviously, Xu Langzhong died because of us, and someone wanted to stop us from finding clues." ”

Continuing to unfold the cloth bag, Zhang Baoer saw that the cloth bag was embroidered with a peony, which turned out to be wrapped in a handkerchief.

Uncle Hua exclaimed: "Blood peony! Peony Killer! ”

Obviously, Uncle Hua also knows the name of the Peony Killer.

Zhang Bao'er asked puzzledly: "Who is the peony killer?" ”

Uncle Hua said: "The peony killer is a bounty killer, killing people for money, and committing many crimes. He is strong in martial arts, acts strangely, and never misses a murder in assassination. In the past few years, not only has the government not arrested him, but no one even knows his true face, and everyone is afraid to mention this name. ”

There is also a note at the bottom of the box, with a line of blood characters on it: The ninth day of the ninth month of September, Casting Sword Villa.

Zhang Bao'er nodded and said: "It must be the person behind the mysterious power who instructed the Peony Killer to assassinate Xu Langzhong, but what is the purpose of the Peony Killer to send this note after the assassination?" ”