Chunfeng Tower is the tallest building in Gusu City.

Duan Lizheng stood in front of the building and looked up, only to see that there were even clouds and mist around the top floor.

The northern pavilion is different from the southern style, although the Chunfeng Building is not as beautiful and exquisite as the Huizhou Duyun Tower, but the height is far more than the seven floors of the Duyun Tower, majestic atmosphere, with the majesty of the northern pavilion.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand.

In Duan Lizheng's impression, among the pavilions he had seen so far, only the Star Picking Pavilion of the Divine Capital could be slightly better at this height.

"What's wrong? Duan Ergongzi is the first time to come to Gusu's Chunfeng Building? ”

The unfathomable old man stood on the steps and turned back.

"No," Duan Lizheng smiled, "I just think the atmosphere around here is a little strange." ”

The teenagers looked around, Gusu City was already one of the most prosperous cities in the Great Zhou, and as soon as they entered the city, they felt the excitement brought by the surging crowd at the edge of the city, let alone close to the center of the city.

Although the vicinity of Fushouju is relatively quiet, Chunfeng Tower is different.

Chunfeng Building is located in the very center of Gusu City, located in the most prosperous street, in Duan Lizheng's impression, this piece should be a place where laughter and shouting come and go, and the crowd is full of traffic and bustling. However, at this time, there are few pedestrians on the streets, and the surrounding shops are extremely deserted, and the shops that are closer to them actually have their doors on the door panels in broad daylight.

Even the few pedestrians left on the street hurried with their faces tense, as if some flood beast was chasing after them.

The atmosphere on the huge street, because of the desertion, is extremely strange and unsettling.

And the source of this unease and strange atmosphere is ......

Duan Lizheng looked at the old man standing on the steps in front of him, and the high pavilion behind him with the door closed.

The Chunfeng Building, which was originally very lively, always surrounded by silk and bamboo orchestras, and was full of drums and people, was terrifyingly quiet at this time.

It's no longer the Chunfeng Building he knows.

"You think it's a little too quiet?" The old man stood on the steps, looking at him condescendingly, and smiled disapprovingly.

"Because my host likes to be quiet, it's better to be quiet." He turned and walked up.

His tone was light, as if he were talking about the weather, with complete indifference.

And the meaning contained in his words made Duan Lizheng's spine cold.

"Such a trivial matter is nothing to worry about, come up quickly," the old man turned around and glanced at Duan Lizheng dissatisfiedly, "Don't let my master wait." ”

Duan Lizheng climbed the steps, and the originally closed door, accompanied by a tooth-aching squeak, opened in front of him without warning, and the black hole inside the door was as deep as a monster's mouth.

The cold wind mixed with a rusty aura poured out of it, blowing across Duan Lizheng's face.

It doesn't smell of blood, but it smells of blood.

Duan Lizheng's eyes became more and more solemn.

It's the taste of people.

This is the smell of blood that cannot be removed from the murderer no matter what.

"Please, Second Master Duan," the old man smiled, one palm pointing into the door of the black hole, "My master is waiting for you on the second floor." ”

Duan Lizheng closed his eyes and followed the old man across the steps.

He originally thought that he was mentally prepared, even if he saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, he was not afraid, but when he entered the first floor and saw the things densely placed in the empty hall, he still gasped.

Those things were placed motionless on the ground, Duan Lizheng originally thought it was a clay puppet or a ...... Corpses.

But when he mobilized Zhenyuan to open his eyes wide, he was stunned to find that this was not a clay puppet or a corpse, and what was placed on the ground was actually a living human body!

If it was a clay puppet, it was too lifelike, and if it was a corpse, it was too vivid, Duan Lizheng looked at everything in front of him and couldn't speak.

These people, dressed in the black clothes he knew all the most, lay stiff on the ground, their eyes closed and motionless, their skin pale but without corpse spots.

The tables and chairs originally placed in the hall of Chunfeng Building have all been removed, and the floor of the hall on the first floor has been occupied by these human bodies, and their number is so huge that even the most high-level cultivators will feel chills when they see it.

"What the hell are these people......" Duan Lizheng said in amazement.

"Why, Second Prince Duan has never seen this kind of technique?" The old man walking on the road vacated by the pile of the living dead turned his head and looked at Duan Lizheng with a smile.

"Or have you never seen anyone like these people?"

Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank, except for the strange state of these people, the moment he walked into this hall, he recognized the identities of these people.

Because of the similarly dressed people, he doesn't know how much he has cleaned up along the way.

These people are dressed in the same way as the men in black who ambushed them under the icy lake and continued to hunt them down along the way.

Duan Lizheng raised his head and looked at the old man calmly, the dark tide in his eyes was surging, and he said in a low voice, "It's you ......"

"Don't get me wrong, my master is only leading some of them," the old man said casually, "and we don't know if there are any other men in black who are chasing you. ”

He spread his hands helplessly, "After all, who can recognize anyone in a black suit?" ”

"But your master has one of them," Duan Lizheng's expression became more and more cold.

"My master's target is not Duan Ergongzi and the people around you now," the old man said as he walked, "At least most of the people that Duan Ergongzi met after separating from that person were not sent by our side. ”

"We've only sent a few spies here," the old man sighed.

Duan Lizheng and the old man walked up to the second floor, and the old man pouted downstairs, "Most of our people are down here." ”

Duan Lizheng looked at the human bodies on the ground, and his heart moved, "Then these people are ......?"

It's not that they're just ......

The old man looked at the young man's face.

"That is a ruthless character, and so many people have been sent out but still lost their traces," the old man smiled meaningfully, "no matter how many people fill it in, when you finally find it, it will become the following picture." ”

"It's called turtle breath, and those people are not dead, but they can't live for the time being," the old man said, "and they won't wake up until more than half a month later." ”

Half a month later.

After the official start of the examination.

Duan Lizheng's fists clenched.

It's her.

The boy's heart beat violently.

That's something that only she can do.

She......

"Here we are," the old man's voice interrupted his thoughts, and before he could reply, the old man raised his withered hand and pushed open the door to the room at the end of the second floor.

The door creaked open and Duan Lizheng raised his eyes.

A figure was sitting in the darkness of the room.

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