"Master Hou, don't mention the affairs of the Duan family, we have a preliminary understanding of the assassins at present."

"According to clues, this person has been in contact with Shi Gong of Jinhai."

"We've taken him over, do you want to meet him?"

Zhang Daling bowed his hand and bowed.

"Okay, take me to see it!" Qin Yi said.

When the two arrived at the underground secret room, an old man covered in blood was tied to the electric chair, his head was shrugged, and blood foamed from his mouth.

"Old dog, tell me, where is the assassin hiding?"

"Otherwise, Lao Tzu will make ......"

A disciple of the Qin Gang Torture Hall raised a whip stained with salt water, and he was about to beat it again.

"Stop!"

Zhang Daling walked in and splashed a basin of ice water on the face of the semi-unconscious Shi Gong.

"Wow!"

Shi Gong shuddered and came to his senses.

"Master Hou, you, please spare me, my old bones are about to be demolished by them." Shi Gong pleaded with a painful face.

"Stand down!"

Zhang Daling waved his hand and retreated from the rest of the room.

"Shi Gong, you are a smart person, say, you know, I won't bother with an old dog."

"After that, continue to go back to Jinhai to be your uncle."

Qin Yi personally untied the shackles on his body, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Shi Gong.

Shi Gong took it tremblingly, took a few puffs, and finally came to his senses, and the news of the 1510 sword slaves was explained.

"What, you said that the killer is the number one assassin sword slave in the world?"

Zhang Daling looked shocked.

Qin Yi let out a long breath and was immediately relieved.

After Fu Wanqing blocked the assassination, for a while, Qin Yi rarely had doubts about himself, why he almost lost his life at the hands of the assassin.

But now, he was at peace.

It's not that he's incompetent, it's that the other party does have the ability.

An assassin who almost lost his life even to Yan Jiutian was not a shame even if he died under his sword.

"Shi Gong, where is the sword slave hiding?" Zhang Daling's eyes widened and shouted loudly.

"Zhang Zhenren, Master Hou, I really don't know. It was one of his subordinates who contacted me, and it was the same person who came to me, and I must have said it if I wanted to know. Shi Gong looked bitter and shouted depressedly.

"Shi Gong, you found the person, do you think I will kill you?"

Qin Yi bowed down to look at Shi Gong's eyes, and asked with a smile.

Shi Gong had seen Qin Yi kill people, and when he saw him laughing, the hairs on his body stood up, "Don't, don't, Master Hou, don't kill me." ”

"Not to kill you? Well, it depends on whether you have value or not? The smile on Qin Yi's face was even worse.

"I, of course I'm worthy. I am a famous leader in the martial arts world in the north, and there are people with heads and faces in the entire north, and there is no one I am not familiar with, but if I don't show up for any conference, it will never be opened. ”

Shi Gong was anxious, and he defended himself.

"In that case, you're a useful person."

"In that case, I won't kill you, but you have to do something for me!"

"Whoosh!"

Qin Yi flicked his fingers, and a fire lotus sank into Shi Gong's eyebrows. Shi Gong only felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and a burst of purple fire was printed in the sea of souls, and his burning head was about to explode, and he screamed in pain.

"I have planted a fire lotus for you, as long as I move my fingers, I can teach you to turn into ashes thousands of miles away!"

"Go back, and be ready to listen to my secret orders."

Qin Yi sneered.

"Old man, thank you for not killing Master Hou!"

"Don't worry, if you have any instructions in the future, Shi will do everything!"

Shi Gong was grateful and bowed his head.

Zhang Daling clapped his hands, and immediately a disciple came in and secretly escorted Shi Gong away.

"Master Hou, this old dog attracted a sword slave and stabbed Miss Fu, he should be punished." Zhang Daling said angrily.

"Wrong, this person is more valuable alive than dead, he is a northern expert, as long as he controls him, most of the martial arts world in the north can be controlled."

"The point is, he is used to being pampered and afraid of death! A person who is afraid of death is extremely easy to control. ”

"Shi Gong, it is an important chess piece that I arranged under Yan Jiutian's nose!"

Qin Yi slowed down with his hands and said loudly.

"I see!"

"It's a pity that the old thing didn't spit out the whereabouts of the sword slave, so he let him run away in vain."

Zhang Daling is still dissatisfied.

"It's useless, notify Xia and Li to lift martial law, a peerless master like Jian Nu, unless he takes the initiative to show up, otherwise you will dig three feet into the ground, and you will not be able to find him."

Qin Yi waved his hand and sighed.

The sword slave's stab, there are too many questions!

This peerless assassin is actually soft!

That's right, the sword slave's sword is off one point, and it is this point that leaves Fu Wanqing with the last ray of life!

With his skills, it stands to reason that there will be no such low-level mistakes, and it must be a sword kill.

Thinking back to the crazy scene of the sword slave that day, Qin Yijue seems to have another hidden secret!

Why did the sword slave show mercy to Wanqing's subordinates?

The answer, perhaps, is known only to him.

……

Early winter is coming, and the sea of clouds is exceptionally cold this year.

The streets are still full of traffic!

Fuxuan Tea House, the only retro-style tea house in Yunhai.

There is no Wi-Fi in the tea house, and behind each tea table, there is a small book niche with a few local newspapers.

On the west side of the hall, there is a blind old man, leading a little girl with pigtails, the blind old man talks about books, telling anecdotes about the martial arts world in the early years, the little girl pulls a good erhu, and the grandfather and grandson have been making a living here for some years.

Most of the people who come here to drink tea are some middle-aged and elderly people who are old, or martial arts families, and taste feelings, often in the subdued and frustrated storytelling and poignant erhu sound, they pass the time of the whole day.

In the northwest corner of the teahouse, a middle-aged man sat quietly, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, his nose shrugged slightly, savoring the fragrance of tea!

He was wearing a black robe, his long hair was draped behind his head, his face was as cold as a knife, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes made him look quite vicissitudes, but very manly.

This is a strange man, he has only come in the last few days, he comes when he opens the door, and he leaves at night.

Not much to say, except for reading the newspaper, just with his hair down, no one knows what he is thinking!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the blind old man who had been commenting on the story for a day was already dry-mouthed, and he was about to leave the table after receiving the startling wood and stalls.

"Master, wait!"

"Please, tell me more!"

The middle-aged man spoke for the first time, and his cold voice was a hundred times more solemn and cold than the cold wind outside the teahouse.

"It's closed, this master, do you want to come again?"

The blind man bowed his hand and bowed.

"That's it!"

"After listening, I'll go!"

The teacup held by the middle-aged man froze on his lips, and his tone suddenly became calmer.

"Uncle, grandpa has been tired for a day, don't be embarrassed......"

The little girl pouted, and was about to refuse, but the blind old man interrupted him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, then I'll talk to Mr. again, which one do you want to listen to?" ”

"I want to listen to "The Biography of Mrs. Fu", 'The martial god is angry at the Fu family, and the red face is thin and Huang Quan mourns!' ”

The middle-aged man's solemn gaze softened, and he took a sip of the tea that had already cooled in the cup.

(End of chapter)