Youming was kicked away by me, fell at the door of the bathroom, and escaped from a wooden man, still in the posture of lifting the quilt before.

I jumped out of bed and walked in front of it, and my eyes were full of fear and pain, and I had used a trace of Qi energy to withstand it just now; I sensed its strength again, and found that it was relatively weak, and it was equivalent to the level of a small eye, which was much weaker than the likes of old women and ghosts.

The previous guess was correct, Youming is a resourceful character, and his combat power is not strong.

Then I rubbed my hands, thinking about how to meet King Qin Guang through it, directly taking him hostage is a way, but it is too rough, in case something happens, it is easy to be passive.

You have to plan well, but you have to think slowly all night, and you don't rush.

Youming came back at this time, indicating that King Qin Guang was also "off work", and I am afraid that it will not be easy to see people now, so I will talk about it tomorrow. Although, the underworld does not distinguish between day and night.

After thinking about it, I first took off the cloth on this guy's face, and when I looked at it, I couldn't help but be speechless for a while, this guy looked a little like a girl, aside from the miserable white grimace, it was quite good-looking.

This is a bit similar to the paper ghost, but it's not as beautiful as it, and it's oily and powdery, and it looks like a base seed. No wonder he covered his face with a white cloth, probably because he was afraid of other people's jokes.

Just in case, I grabbed it and threw it on the bed and covered it with a quilt to save me any clues.

Then I searched it again, and the first thing I found was a token, which was engraved with the three words Youming Mansion, which was still made of Mithril, three fingers long and wide, and it was worth a lot.

I put it directly into my pocket, and then searched, found a notebook, opened it, and saw that the ghost drawings on it were dense, I don't know what was written, it looked like a diary, and it was a little thick, more than 20 pages. Youming's eyes widened, and his eyes hooked the diary, as if he was afraid that I would take it away.

"Look at your sister!"

I slapped it in the face and put the diary in my pocket.

Then I searched the light and found nothing, thought about it and looked around the room. Anyway, being idle is idle, it's better to investigate, it would be great if you could distinguish the loyal traitor of Youming, if it was a spy inserted by the rebels, when you saw King Qin Guang, you would throw it out directly.

So, I searched every corner of the room, as long as there was a place to hide something, even a crack.

But after a busy circle, I found nothing. This made me mumble a little, and my heart said this is just a place for it to rest? Not a place to work?

I had no choice but to give up, this mansion is too big, God knows where the study is.

Then my mind returned to the question of how to meet King Qin Guang, and after thinking for a long time, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the white cloth on the ground that covered my face, and I saw a light in my eyes.

There's a way!

Dress up as Youming and meet King Qin Guang directly!

As soon as this thought came to me, I immediately lay down on the bed and compared it with Youming, and found that I was about the same height as it.

There's a play!

As long as the height is about the same, the bright clothes on the ship, and then cover your face, it should be enough!

So I picked up the clothes that Youming had thrown on the ground and put them on my body, only to find that my figure was stronger than his, not quite like him.

I deserve to take off all my body except for my underwear and put it on again, only to find that it is better, and I can't see it if I don't look closely.

It's just that then there is another problem, there is nothing to cover the yang energy on his body, it will be exposed, and there will be 100% ghost pawns around King Qin Guang.

But this problem is not difficult, the bag of pot bottom ash that I brought down from the yang world in advance can come in handy, wipe it all over the body, I believe the problem will not be too big.

There's only one last question left, sound!

If you want to go to King Qin Guang, if you don't know the way, you must ask for directions, and you have to show your stuffing when you open your mouth.

I thought about it, and it seemed that the only way to do it was to make my voice hoarse, and if a person's voice was hoarse, it would sound the same.

So, I pinched my throat and began to experiment, constantly trying to find the most hoarse timbre, gradually becoming familiar and familiar, and setting the timbre. After experimenting for a while, I felt that eight or nine were not far from ten, and I was ready to do so.

Then it's the time to wait.,I didn't do anything.,Just guard the light and wipe your knife by the way.,Brother Gua once told me.,Said that weapons and people communicate for a long time is sensitive.,Recently, this time with Brother Gua and them to learn.,I found that what Brother Gua said is true.,There is an inexplicable connection between myself and the heavy knife.,It's very subtle.,Grabbing the heavy knife is like grabbing your own hand.,It's just that the touch isn't so clear.。

This feeling is wonderful, and when you are fighting, you can raise the subtlety of your combat skills by at least one notch.

The slightest difference between the master's moves is a thousand miles, and there is a huge room for improvement if there is a slight gap.

I feel that I am just around the corner from the big eye, only one opportunity away, or the last layer of window paper has not been pierced, and now I am facing Shi Tianluo, and I am absolutely sure that I will win, of course, provided that he is still standing still.

I wiped the heavy knife, constantly sensing the connection with the heavy knife, like a very weak electric current, and when I gently wiped it, it jumped from the blade to the fingertips.

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The blood on the tip of the tongue on Youming's eyebrows solidified little by little, the yang energy dissipated, and Youming's limbs gradually moved a little, but it was very cunning and still maintained its posture. It's just that keeping it in front of me is a joke, and the slight shaking of my limbs can't escape my eyes at all.

I didn't say a word, and I dripped a little tongue blood on the center of its eyebrows, and it was roughly estimated that it would last for about three hours, an hour and a half.

After another three or four hours, I felt that the time was almost up, so I took off my Confucian robe and smeared the ashes on the bottom of the pot on myself, as long as it was invisible, and then put on the Confucian robe after I washed my hands, covered my face with a white cloth, and hung up the waist card.

If you live it yourself, you will become a dark light.

Then he hid the small bag and the heavy knife on his body, and there were no obvious flaws.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk...... Your Excellency, it's time to get up! ”

At this time, the sound of Steward Zhu pinching his throat happened to sound outside the door, soft, as if he was afraid of provoking the unhappiness of "a gentle township overnight". I smiled, it was better to come early than to come by chance.

So he walked to the bed and dripped a drop of blood on the tip of his tongue towards Youming's eyebrows, and then completely covered it with the quilt, put down the curtain, and turned to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Steward Zhu stepped aside, didn't dare to look up at me, bent down and flattered, and said, "Are you satisfied with last night?" ”

"Okay." I suppressed my voice hoarsely.

Steward Zhu was stunned when he heard my voice, and couldn't help but glance up at me and asked, "Big ...... Your Excellency, Your ...... What's wrong with your voice? ”

I pretended to step out inadvertently at the right time, only showed it a side face, and said, "I was busy with official business, and I talked too much yesterday and hurt my throat." ”

"My lord often serves King Qin Guang, it's really hard." Steward Zhu hurriedly nodded, and said, "Why don't you ask the servants to prepare some sharp Shenyin incense from the door and send it to you?" ”

"Forget it, you're busy with official business, you can let someone prepare a sedan chair." Of course I refuse, I'm a fake, where do I dare to touch more.

"Yes, yes." Steward Zhu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to feel that I was a little different from usual, but he didn't dare to do much, so he stretched out his hand to close the door and asked, "My lord, how to deal with this inside, or ...... as usual" As he spoke, he made a cross-cutting gesture.

My fists tightened slightly, and I couldn't help but scold, He Liang, this bastard, dare to lie to me!

Sending me back to the yang world after the fact, just erasing a memory, it's all a lie, they are obviously killing people after the fact, destroying the corpse.

Thinking about it, destroying the corpse is the simplest, and it is too risky to send it back, and it is simply unrealistic.

I couldn't help it, now is not the time to worry about this, it's important to do business, so I said: "Don't worry about it first, let's talk about it in two days, it's still asleep inside, don't bother, just send some food in at noon." ”

Steward Zhu hurriedly responded again, nodded and trotted in front of me to lead the way, leading me to the main gate.

The sedan chair at the door has been prepared, eight sedan chairs, and guards with knives in front and back, just like an ancient official.

I got on a sedan chair and was carried all the way to the palace of King Qin Guang.

After walking for about half an hour, the front entered an incomparably well-guarded inner city, looking up at the sky, the yin qi went straight to the sky, and there were four big characters written on the city gate: Xudu Mansion Ya.

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