After dark, Qin Beiyang walked out of the tavern next door to Shakespeare's bookstore, and according to the Western etiquette between men and men, he hugged Herman and Keynes goodbye.

Qi Yuanshan sent him back to the apartment downstairs opposite the Jardin du Luxembourg, and Qin Beiyang reminded: "Don't let this kid see you, Xiaojunwang, if you let Anna know that you take me out for a walk, she will definitely scold you." ”

"Yes, I've learned how good she is." Qi Yuanshan took two steps back, "However, she really likes you." ”

"Yuanshan, if I die, please take care of Anna for me, I think so sincerely! Good bye. ”

Qin Beiyang smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking fearless. After sending Qi Yuanshan away, he walked up the stairs alone, only to see a little girl at the door of the room, wearing a bright red dress.

Prostitutes are common in the area, and the four years of war have killed countless husbands and sons, and women have lost their dignity and chastity, and there is nothing that cannot be sold, just like Fantine. They don't care about the race of the benefactor, maybe Asians are easier to deal with. There are also girls who take a fancy to Qin Beiyang's tall and handsome, and he can go to bed with just a baguette, so frightened that he runs away with red faces.

The girl in front of her was only thirteen or fourteen years old, just developed, and had an Asian face. With a fair face, a slender face, thin eyebrows and a bridge of the nose, she is more like a flag girl in the capital.

"Brother Beiyang!"

Surprisingly, the girl called out his name. Pure Chinese, a mouthful of Beijing films.

"You ......"

Qin Beiyang touched his burning and weak chest, turned on the electric light on the porch, and carefully examined the other party's face.

She is not Ah You, she looks younger, as if she is a miniature Ah You, and her eyes are not as aggressive as Ah You.

"You're such a noble person."

The girl brought her face closer to him, and Qin Beiyang looked up and down, it seemed to be a little familiar? Or is it some kind of psychological suggestion? yes, I think I've seen her somewhere...... Where?

"I think I've seen you in a dream?"

"Oops, Brother Beiyang."

The little girl reached out and beat his chest, for Qin Beiyang, who was suffering from cancer, it was like being hit hard, and his legs fell to the ground unsteadily.

"I'm sorry." She hurriedly helped Qin Beiyang up, "I'm Fangzi!" ”

"Yoshiko?"

In an instant, Qin Beiyang remembered - Heavenly Academy.

On the top of the mountain in the vast sea of clouds, there is Meng Po soup, there is the garden of heaven, and the seven fairies of the Queen Mother of the West. The person who talked to him the most was a little girl dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes and like a fairy in the world - her name was Fangzi.

At this moment, thousands of miles away in Paris, in a high-end apartment in the Latin Quarter, Fangzi escaped from his dream and stood alive in front of Qin Beiyang.

He slapped himself hard, leaving five handprints on his face: "Is this my terminally ill hallucination?" Even the people in the dream ran out. ”

"Brother Beiyang, that's not a dream."

"No, you don't exist...... You don't exist ......"

"I exist." Yoshiko grabbed his weak hand and touched her nose and chin, "You touch it, is this fake?" ”

"The seven fairies of the Queen Mother of the West, they are all fake! You too! ”

Qin Beiyang's fingers stopped, Fangzi's cheeks were hot, and his lips were still wet, so he was so shocked that he withdrew his hand.

"Last year, Chinese New Year's Eve, you did arrive in Heaven and became my classmate, we studied together for three months, you graduated with the first grade, and then you went down the mountain...... It's not a dream, it's just forgotten by you. ”

"It's really not a dream? Yoshiko is real? ”

"Well, I've been thinking about you and thinking about you."

Qin Beiyang opened the door and made a cup of coffee for the mysterious guest Fangzi according to the custom of Westerners: "What the hell is going on?" Where is the kingdom of heaven? Isn't it Kunlun Mountain? Or Taihang Mountain? Changbai Mountain? ”

"Brother Beiyang, you will slowly find out in the future. Today, I have come to invite you to a place. ”

"Where?"

Yoshiko pulled out an iron sign in the shape of a pentagram from her bosom, engraved with a line of Latin letters - Assassins.

"This ......"

In an instant, Qin Beiyang remembered that the Polish assassin who assassinated the German diplomat today also hid a piece of the same brand?

"You should know that in Paris these days, this brand is the most precious."

"The Assassins' League?"

"Correct."

"You're also an accomplice of the Assassins?"

"Brother Beiyang, I am your accomplice." Fangzi put this Assassins iron plate into Qin Beiyang's hand, "With this brand, you can participate in the Assassins League Conference, just tonight." ”

"You invited me to the Assassin League's convention?"

Fangzi smiled faintly: "Because, after you graduated from the Heavenly Kingdom Academy, you are already a first-class assassin. ”

"No, the Assassin is my lifelong enemy!"

"If you don't participate, I won't force it."

The little girl turned around and was about to leave, but Qin Beiyang grabbed her and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ......"

"Go?"

Qin Beiyang covered his chest, anyway, he was terminally ill and his life was short, even if he went deep into the tiger's den in Longtan and buried this little life? Remembering that two months ago, he was still in Manhattan, New York, and mistakenly broke through the World Congress of the Craftsmen Union, didn't he also save the day? What's more, now that he is alone, he doesn't need the company of nine colors, and he won't endanger the small town tomb beast. He wanted to see what the League of Assassins really was. What do these people want?

"I'll go!"

Qin Beiyang put the Tang knife on his back and followed Fangzi out of the apartment.

Unexpectedly, under the street lamp opposite, Qi Yuanshan was smoking a cigarette melancholy. He did not leave, but stayed downstairs to protect Qin Beiyang.

"Who is this girl?"

Qi Yuanshan also saw Fangzi, at least proving that she was not an illusion in Qin Beiyang's mind.

"I'm Fangzi, hello, Qi Yuanshan."

"Huh? Do you recognize me? ”

"I know all of you."

Fang Ziyan smiled, and Qi Yuanshan was suddenly alert: "Where are you going?" ”

"The Catacombs of Paris."

The little girl says a creepy place name.

Qin Beiyang frowned and said, "Yuanshan, you hurry up and return to Versailles and protect Anna and Jiuse." ”

"No, Beiyang, our brothers have been separated for too long, this time, where you go, I will go too!"

is unable to resist him, Qin Beiyang can only take him with him, but he is weak, but he can be regarded as having a strong companion to take care of him, not to mention that Qi Yuanshan still has a gun on his body.

They got into a carriage and were led by Fangzi to the 14th arrondissement south of Paris.

Along the way, the atmosphere in Paris is tense, police and soldiers can be seen everywhere, and the street lights have become ghostly.

The 14th district, also known as the "observatory area". At Place Danfer-Rochelot, you will find the entrance to the Catacombs of Paris. He got out of the carriage and turned into a dark gate. Qin Beiyang carried a horse lantern, Qi Yuanshan took out a pistol, and the three of them walked down the stairs, with ancient limestone stones on both sides.

Qin Beiyang smelled some kind of familiar smell, as if it was a tomb? Skeletons? Still is......

I didn't go far when I saw a stone arch with a line of French words carved into the lintel, which means "This is the Empire of Death." ”

Unexpectedly, in the underground of the downtown area of Paris, there is such a place, Qin Beiyang seems to have returned to China and gone deep into the underground palace tomb. Turning a corner, Qi Yuanshan screamed in fright, it turned out that the cracks in the walls were densely stuffed with dead people's skulls.

The bones of the decaying head come from many years ago, and they are all over the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, and there are countless of them. In some places, there are no skulls, but all thigh bones and arm bones, which are dense but not chaotic, and are obviously artificially organized.

Looking at the sunken eye sockets of the dead heads, Qin Beiyang was unmoved: "What is the Paris Catacombs?" ”

Yoshiko explains: "This was originally an underground quarry. On the eve of the French Revolution, there was an outbreak of plague in Paris, so much so that the cemetery was not enough. The bones of all the cemeteries in the city were transferred underground. It is said that there are a total of 6 million skeletons here, and the total length of the tunnels is more than 300 kilometers. ”

"Three hundred kilometers?" Qi Yuanshan exclaimed, "It's enough to circle the whole city of Paris twice." ”

"Six million bones are six million living people. Don't be afraid, they're all just like us, and no one can escape this end - and I'm faster. ”

In the last sentence, Qin Beiyang touched his chest eroded by cancer cells, which was self-explanatory.

The three of them continued on their way, almost burrowing through the pile of bones, and many large bones were poked in the face, only to see the next stone arch.

Qi Yuanshan glanced into the depths of the tomb and grabbed Qin Beiyang's hand: "Do we still want to go in?" Your body ......"

"It doesn't matter, a special aura in the tomb can make me refreshed and vibrant, don't forget, I was born in the Tang Dynasty underground palace in Bailuyuan!"

Qin Beiyang was right, his physical strength was slowly recovering, not as uncomfortable as in the apartment in the Latin Quarter.

Yoshiko led them on, still piled up on both sides of dead people's bones, emitting a rancid stench for years, and the occasional huge rat and cockroach crawling through.

Finally, the three of them burrowed into a large hall, from the walls to the floor and even the ceiling, all decorated with dead people's skulls, as if surrounded by tens of thousands of dead souls.

In the eye sockets of many skulls, there was a lamp that seemed to be lit by corpse oil, illuminating a strangely shaped object—

It has the head of an eagle, its neck and its large wings, as well as the body and tail of a lion, with a pair of talons on its front legs and a pair of claws on its hind legs. The size of a real lion is the same as that of a real lion, and it glows with metallic reflections. It squatted in the center of the hall with a stone coffin lying behind it.

Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan were already dumbfounded—in the depths of the Catacombs of Paris, there was actually a tomb beast hidden?!