When the last light on the horizon was swallowed up, Bai Xiying returned to Baifu.

There are not many people in Baifu, except for three or two small people, only Kunwu and Yi Bai are left.

After the dismissal of the little servant, there were only three masters and servants left in the entire Bai Mansion, Yi Bai asked, "Master, this is what you want...... Ready to leave? ”

Bai Xiying nodded, "The emperor learned about my identity in Nanyue from Zhang Tong, they have a history of being thieves, so naturally they don't dare to let me stay longer, you go and pack some necessary things, and go back to Nanyue to do some work first." I'll take care of a few more things and go back with Kungo in a while. ”

"Kungo, you go to Chiba Tower and other places to settle the account." Bai Xiying took a pear wooden box and gave it to Kungo.

Kun Wu opened the box, which was full of good pearls, and asked, "Who is the person the master has recently checked?" ”

"Gu Shi."

Kungo drove a fast horse, put on a hat and headed for Chiba Tower. Ever since he got out of the White Mansion and went up the street, Kungo noticed that someone was following him.

After settling the account in the Chiba Building, Kungo asked for a robe from the young man. The young man smiled when he looked at the box of beads, and the brocade robe should only be given to him.

Kungo put on his robe and took off his hat before leaving the Chiba Building, abandoned his horse, and walked to the neighborhood opposite to the White Mansion.

After passing through a few alleys left and right, Kun Wu turned his head slightly, and when he saw that there was no one behind him, he walked forward quickly, wanting to pass through a narrow alley and take a shortcut back.

In the thick of the night, there were several dark shadows deeper than the night shuttling through the market. The shadows were extremely fast, leaving no trace of the place they passed, as if they were just a gust of wind.

Dark Pavilion, a well-known killer organization on the rivers and lakes. I've heard that they can take anyone's head as long as they're given enough chips.

The people in the dark pavilion are called shadows, and as long as they are targeted by shadows, they can't escape. Because everyone has a shadow, and everyone can't do without their own shadow, except for the dead. ①

The remote alley is narrow and cold, and the walls on both sides give people a sense of oppression. Kungo stripped off his obstructive robe and held a short sword in his hand.

The moon was clear and there was not a single cloud in the sky. In the dark, the killer will be more sensitive and accurate in judging the murderous aura.

Kun Wu made a force on his toes, and flew on the ridge of the roof on the side with the help of the wall. The toes landed on the tiles without making any sound. And almost at the same moment, three shadows burst out of the shadows, all of them dressed in black and masked, and the long sword folded out a snow-white light in the moonlight, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Kungo's vital point.

Kungo's face was expressionless, but the chill in his eyes deepened.

His vigorous skills enabled Kungo to dodge the siege of several people with agility, and the short sword grazed the slender long sword, making a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding, like the neighing of a sword.

Several people shot fiercely, wanting to put Kun Wu to death.

Although these three people are not as good as Kunwu, their offensive is unpredictable, and they are really a little difficult. Kungo dodged the two thistles with one turn, his wrist spun nimbly, and the short sword pulled a foot-long wound on one of them. Ignoring the wound, the man threw an arc in the air with one hand, and flew out a hidden weapon similar to a dart.

Kun Wu frowned, turned over and caught the secret weapon with two fingers, and couldn't help but look stunned. After a moment of distraction, there were two more sword wounds behind him. Kunwu's eyes suddenly became cold, and he no longer had any scruples about making a move.

The dagger is short, but it is also more agile in the hand. Kun Wu toe a little ridge, flew up, slender fingers flying, short sword spinning on the fingertips, momentarily injured the three of them. Two of them were not injured to the point, and the wounds were indeed deep to the bone, while the other had a layer of oily skin on his neck.

The three of them exchanged glances, then took their long swords and ran forward.

Kun Wu held the hidden weapon tightly in his other hand, and chased after it with a light effort. He had only one target, and that was the man who had just thrown the hidden weapon.

All three of them were badly wounded, and Kungo was about to catch up in a short time. Less than half a foot apart, one of them suddenly turned around and threw out a handful of fine dust with a sharp wave of his arm.

Although Kun Wu hid his face in time, he still couldn't prevent choking on a mouthful of fine ash. When I opened my eyes again, I couldn't really see the things in front of me, and as soon as my mind sank, my body fell to the side. Kun Wu held on with the last trace of clear consciousness, and the short sword cut a long mark in the narrow alley, so that he could barely stabilize his body when he landed.

The hidden weapon was embedded in the palm of the hand, and the blood immediately covered the palm.

However, his consciousness was gradually disappearing, and in a haze, Kungo vaguely heard the footsteps and shouts of many people. Finally someone tied himself up with ropes, but he had no strength to resist.

Kunwu didn't return overnight, Yi Bai paced in the courtyard for a long time, but still didn't see Bai Xi's shadow come out, and no one answered how to shout. Yi Bai simply rode a fast horse out of Baifu and followed the route to find Kunwu.

It was a gray and cloudy day, the carved wooden door was bolted, the candles had long since burned out, and the room was dark because of the lack of light.

There is a person lying on the plum blossom case, dressed in white and with black hair, his originally handsome face is pale to the extreme, the ink hair soaked in cold sweat is attached to his forehead, and his eyes are so dark that he can't see the bottom.

This person was Bai Xiying, his fingertips were full of sharp blade wounds, some of which had been sealed with congealed blood, and some of which were still dripping with blood. Bai Xiying's left hand covered his chest stiffly, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, there was a touching blood stain on his chest, and there were also blood marks on his sleeves and clothes. And his right hand clenched a dagger tightly, the blade glowing white, and it was extremely sharp when he thought of it.

After a long time, there was a trace of clarity in the ink-like eyes, and the directly white right hand finally let go of the dagger.

Yi Bai went from Baifu to Chiba Tower, and searched all the surrounding streets, but still didn't see Kungo.

When I returned to Baifu, it was already close to Shen.

The door to the white shadow's room was open, and the blood-stained white robe could be seen inside, the bloody dagger unsheathed, the strip of cotton cloth that had been cleaned of the wound, and ...... A piece of rice paper pressed by an inkstone, with a few words written on it simply and concisely - "Fuyue Palace".