Catacombs of Paris, World Congress of the League of Assassins.

The Assassins prepared to set off, checking their weapons and ammunition again. A number of eliminated people stayed, taking care of Ye Kenan and Qi Yuanshan. Qin Beiyang warned again that if anyone dared to hurt the two of them, they would use a golden dagger to slash them.

"Beiyang, be careful."

Ye Kenan reminded in a low voice, and he looked at the assassin Ah Hai and his father again. Ten years ago, he saved the nine-year-old Qiu Xiaogeng from these two assassins, and then made him Qin Beiyang.

"Take care."

Qin Beiyang also hugged his fist to the detective, in his nineteen years of life, Ye Kenan had saved his life five times. He can't pay it off in his life. What's more, he doesn't have a few days left in his life.

"Yuanshan, you take care too."

Waving goodbye again, thirteen-year-old Fangzi promised that she would be responsible for the safety of Ye Kenan and Qi Yuanshan.

Qin Beiyang followed the Assassin army and left the burial place of the decapitated king and queen, and tonight's target was the Palace of Versailles.

The Assassin was well versed in the terrain and navigated through a labyrinth of tunnels, which could lead to death if he got lost. Moments later, enter the sewers of Paris.

The sewers to Versailles were a paradise for the Assassins, as well as a secret passage for movement and escape.

Speechless all the way, like an ancient army marching forward. Suddenly, Ah You went to Qin Beiyang's side and asked, "Brother, do you really want to assassinate the Big Three?" ”

"French Prime Minister Clemenceau, British Prime Minister Lloyd-George, and US President Wilson, who treacherously deceived China into entering the world war, gave away the land of our victorious country to Japan. People say that this great war is the victory of justice over power, and I think it should be written the other way around. Only by getting rid of these three scum of humanity can we turn the tide and make the damned Treaty of Versailles not happen. ”

The above is not Qin Beiyang's sincere words, because he believes that assassination is useless and will only push history into a worse track, such as the Sarajevo incident. However, he decided to follow the Assassins' opportunistic actions and stop the assassination plan. The only thing he worries about is whether his body will not be able to support it halfway?

Qin Beiyang noticed a detail, Ah You and the other five people all carried daggers with ivory handles, but the patterns of luodian were different. Joy is still "comet hitting the moon", the assassin Ah Hai, the ghost mask and the father, but the sun surrounds a halo, isn't this "white rainbow through the sun"? As for Ah You's dagger, it was always pinched in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't see the luodian on the ivory handle clearly.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone."

Qin Beiyang's father-killing enemy, the assassin father, actually sang generously and sadly in front of him, just like Jing Ke assassinated the king of Qin.

This atmosphere also infected Qin Beiyang: "Whew! The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself. Sima Qian wrote a biography for the assassins and a biography for the rangers in the "Historical Records", and you gave me the golden dagger of the Assassins, who is my confidant. ”

"But you want to kill Ah Hai, and your oath of revenge with Daddy has not changed."

The sixteen-year-old master of the Assassins, in the ears of the new Assassins King of Assassins, blows like an orchid.

"Avenge the country first, then revenge the family, and then talk about it after tonight!"

"Brother, a word is a deal."

Qin Beiyang deliberately avoided her: "Sister Ayou, I can't figure it out more and more, who are you serving for?" ”

"They all serve me."

Ah You's answer was quiet and domineering.

"Who do you serve?"

"Can I say, 'I serve you?'

She is still like the little girl she saw for the first time ten years ago, with a pair of big dark eyes, still deep underground, but Paris and the Guangxu Emperor's Mausoleum are separated by 10,000 kilometers.

"I ......" Qin Beiyang touched his chest, there were dividing cancer cells hidden in the lobes of his lungs, "Is it related to Tang Gaozong Li Zhi and Empress Wu Zetian's grandson, Tang Dynasty little prince Zhongnan County King Li Longqi?" ”

"If I say it's irrelevant, will you believe it?"

"Where is the little prince of the Tang Dynasty?"

Ah You whispered: "Brother, all the secrets will be revealed one day." The coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty is in an absolutely safe place. ”

"Is it still in China?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Remember! The body of Li Longqi, the king of Zhongnan County, must not be allowed to wander abroad, otherwise, I will ......"

Qin Beiyang didn't know what else to say? For these outlaw assassins, there was no fear of death at all. He subconsciously grabbed his neck and made a gesture similar to cutting his throat.

"Don't ......."

Ah Yu clasped his wrist.

Qin Beiyang found the Assassins' life—they feared his death.

Speaking of which, isn't it because of Wu Zetian's Qianling? The legendary tomb of the Son of Heaven, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty is the key to open the Qianling, and Qin Beiyang is the key to open the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

Yourself is the key of the keys.

Finally, the key came to the sewer exit of Versailles. Qin Beiyang felt severe pain in his lungs, and it seemed that as long as he left the environment of the grave, the cancer cells would re-burn.

The Assassins lay down, peeling off the lush weeds and looking out over the walls of Versailles. The moonlight illuminated a strange-shaped object. Qin Beiyang narrowed his eyes and recognized the monster, the ten-horned seven-headed tomb beast.

Who is manipulating this behemoth?

It was silent, but not asleep. The ten corners and seven heads were emitting heat, which was the heat of the spirit stone. This tomb beast was stinking, seeping out with a poisonous liquid, and all the plants and trees underneath withered, reminding Qin Beiyang of the nine colors that had swallowed the poisonous chemical soil.

"The Palace of Versailles must be entered as soon as possible!" The Assassin Ah Hai consciously stayed away from Qin Beiyang and said to everyone on the other side, "This monster will disrupt our plans. ”

Ah Yu nodded, and they retracted back into the sewer and opened a hidden iron door, which turned out to be a tunnel. Thirteen Assassins descended the stairs through the dripping passage as if they were about to open three coffins, each of the last powerful men on earth.

After a while, Qin Beiyang felt that he had come to the underground of the Palace of Versailles, and above his head was the great palace comparable to the Old Summer Palace.

At the end, the Assassin "Daddy" opened a small door, which was a simple staircase, presumably the inner passage of the Palace of Versailles. Qin Beiyang was amazed at the power of the assassins, there was still such a way?

The Ghost Mask Assassin whispered, "This is a secret passage dug by King Louis XV to facilitate his affair with his mistress, but it has been forgotten by later generations. ”

"Is Meng Po in Heaven okay?"

Qin Beiyang still remembered the old woman in the dream.

"Assassination should be like a comet hitting the moon, white rainbow through the sun, don't be distracted! Single-mindedness, always! ”

The group climbed the stairs to the mezzanine level of the ceiling. Ah You motioned not to make a sound, and she gently lifted a wooden plank, revealing the palace below.

Qin Beiyang saw mirrors, countless mirrors, decorating the walls of the entire palace, and the golden splendor of Rococo reflected an endless world......

On the floor of the main hall, there is a huge map of the world, two hemispheres, four oceans, seven continents, hundreds of countries and colonies, and two billion human beings......

Three men sit on this map, a bald Frenchman with a white beard, an Englishman with flowing silver hair, and an American elder with a dashing appearance.

The golden dagger of the Assassins was eager to try in the scabbard, and the triumvirate that decided the fate of two billion people was right under Qin Beiyang's nose.