Shanghe District lives are rich and powerful, when the lamp is held, the main gate of the deep house compound is lit up with bright candles and wind lanterns, the light emitted by the thick round wax not only illuminates the bluestone road in front of the door, but also the fine iron long knife of the Wuhou patrolling the street from time to time emits a cold light.

Every month on the fifteenth day of the day is cloudy and dark, gloomy, today's night is even darker, like the old ash accumulated at the bottom of the pot.

Because it is close to the river, the cool breeze blowing through the street in front of the river is mixed with cold water vapor, which shows more and more the bitter cold air in the middle of the night.

Ye Bufan was hidden behind the high wall, but there was a fire in his chest.

Wu Hou, who patrols the street, has disappeared after turning a house in the east, the doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the entire Heqian Street are closed, the black lights are blind and sunk in the dark night, the street is quiet and abnormal, only the Xiahe District from time to time faintly heard one or two dog barks, the sound of whimpering is hidden in the night breeze as if far away in the sky.

Ten zhang away is the stone bridge leading to the Shanghe area.

Wu Hou, who was patrolling the streets, had to wait until the light of day to see it again, and in half a cup of tea, he could rush into the shadows under the high wall on the east side of Liufu.

Ye Bufan's eyebrows and eyes were entangled, he looked at the stone bridge not far away with a struggling look, raised his legs, his feet hung in the air for a long time and then fell back to the same place, he took a deep breath of cold air, raised his hand to hold on to the brick wall, and grabbed a green brick on the wall with his fingertips.

The green brick on his side has been cut out of a long brick crack for three months.

His fingers subconsciously picked the green brick tighter and tighter, until the sharp pain came from his fingertips, which slowly extinguished the impulse in his heart.

After glancing at the deep mansion compound for the last time, Ye Bufan turned around and burrowed into the night.

I felt the darkness all the way into the main house, during the day, the room was dim without oil lamps, and tonight it was even darker, so Ye Bufan felt that his breathing was a little heavy. He groped and lay down on the wooden bed, then reached out and pulled out the short sword under the wooden pillow and crossed it in front of his chest, his hand grasped the blade of the sword, and the cold and hard feeling made him calm down and close his eyes.

The night was quieter and darker, and at midnight, Ye Bufan's body began to convulsive and shake from time to time.

In the dream, he was dazed and helpless in a sea of fire and hell, the scorching flames scorched every inch of skin on his body, the skin and flesh soon scorched and fell off, revealing Sensen's white bones, the blood boiled like hot magma and began to melt the internal organs, in the heart-rending pain, he saw the huge wooden boat break through the sky, and the faces of his son and wife were as big as the full moon, lifelike hanging in the blood-red sky.

The seemingly never-ending pain and hatred in the dream turned into strong mental fluctuations, impacting Ye Bufan's sea of consciousness void like a storm.

Under the continuous impact, the mutation suddenly appeared, and the wisp of green fire that was originally quietly hanging in the void of the sea of knowledge moved, and the spiritual fluctuations like waves in the sea of knowledge were absorbed by the green fire in an instant.

Ye Bufan's body was shocked, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

There was no light in the room, and there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, Ye Bufan opened his eyes, turned over and sat on the bed like a ghost.

The short sword that had been held in his right hand didn't know when it cut through the palm of his left hand, but Ye Bufan couldn't feel the pain in his palm, he didn't find the abnormality in the sea of consciousness, but he just felt that the scene in the dream seemed to be chiseled in his mind and lingered, and the idea of moving appeared in front of him like a painting, and those pictures stimulated his blood and blood all over his body.

felt like a handful of firewood and grass was stuffed, and the thorns were uncomfortable, Ye Bufan got out of bed anxiously, and kept walking back and forth along the side of the bed.

His right hand has always held the cold and hard blade of the short sword, although the blade is blunt and cannot split a small piece of wood, but the tighter it is, the bones of the rough blade seem to be about to crack.

The pain that came out of the cracks of the bones finally overshadowed the restlessness in his heart, Ye Bufan stopped, let go of his palm slightly, and raised the short sword in front of him, although he couldn't see the short sword, his eyebrows suddenly tightened, which was the cold air emitted when the tip of the sword approached the center of his eyebrows.

"Left and right are just fighting for this life"

Thinking so in his heart, Ye Bufan felt a sudden sense of relief all over his body.

The impulse for revenge had been suppressed in my heart for three months, and tonight it was like a flood that had broken through a dam, rushing and drowning the last of my sanity.

Ye Bufan pinned the short sword into his waist, raised his hand to lick the blood in his palm, and after savoring the salty taste in his mouth with some greed, he opened the door and rushed out of the hut, like a trapped beast out of the cage, impatiently melting into the dark night.

The street surface of Heqian Street is still quiet and abnormal, the cold wind blowing tightly swept across the bluestone pavement in bursts, making a low whistling sound, most of the river surface of Xiaoyang River is hidden in the dark and dreary night, and the small half is flowing quietly in the light of the bright candle wind lamp, and the sparkling water ripples are shining.

Ye Bufan didn't know how many times he had traveled to the riverbank where the carbon was paved to the stone bridge, and now he rushed to the stone bridge with the wind under his feet. In less than a cup of tea, Ye Bufan hid on the edge of the thick bridge pier, and looked at the entire bright street opposite from east to west.

After a slight pause, Ye Bufan smoothed the short sword pinned to his waist, like a moth fluttering light, and rushed towards the light not far away.

The sound of fine, slight footsteps stirred the silence of the night for a moment, and then disappeared silently in a gust of cold wind, and the bluestone road in front of Liufu was dark and then brightened again, and Ye Bufan then plunged into the dark shadow under the west wall.

Every big house in Shanghe District has its own courtyard wall, unlike the poor people in Xiahe District, where the east family is connected to the west family, and each household shares the courtyard wall with its neighbors. On the west side of Liufu and the adjacent houses on the left and right is a wide bluestone road, but on the east side is a narrow alley that only accommodates one person.

Ye Bufan leaned against the courtyard wall and listened to the surrounding movements, except for the sound of the cold wind passing through the alley, the two houses were unusually quiet.

He drew the short sword behind his back, bit the hilt of the coarse cloth tightly with his mouth, and after moving his body, he jumped forward, and supported the courtyard walls on both sides with his hands and feet.

Ye Bufan has been doing "digging" for more than ten years, and he has been climbing mountains and drilling holes for many years, and now the spiritual power in his body is slowly strengthening his body, and he easily climbed the high courtyard wall of Liufu in the sound of rustling that only he can hear.

Although he is a countryman, Ye Bufan has also entered this kind of big mansion with three entrances and three exits, he leaned on the wall and looked down, the shadows were all branches and leaves, as expected, below was a small garden behind the second gate.

Seeing a relatively sparse branch and leaf not far from the courtyard wall, Ye Bufan jumped off the high courtyard wall.

There was a muffled "bang". As soon as Ye Bufan's feet touched the soft ground, he took advantage of the situation to roll and plunge into a dense flower, although the movement was not much, but in such a quiet night, he was still startled, he curled up in the flowers and did not dare to move.

Although Ye Bufan said that he had entered this kind of mansion, but it was only the place where he had been to the courtyard of the second gate, and there were dozens of rooms in the courtyard with three entrances and three exits, although he knew that the back of the garden was the inner house, but now at a glance, he could only see the black courtyard wall across the courtyard, Ye Bufan waited for the time of tea, there was still no movement around, and after secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he followed the green brick road and quietly touched the front house.

There will always be people in large families who watch the house and patrol the night, Ye Bufan touched the front house, and sure enough, he saw a small gatehouse behind the main gate of Liufu. The rich and noble are willing to give up money, such a small house, the wooden windows of the Lengge are inlaid with pieces of Ming tiles, Ye Bufan leaned against the window, and the probe saw the young strong man lying on the free chair in the bright room from the transparent Ming tiles.

Ye Bufan clenched the short sword in his hand, slowed down his breathing, and gently pushed open the door of the hidden house, seeing that the strong man seemed to be aware of the movement, Ye Bufan rushed to the free chair in two steps, and covered the strong man's mouth and nose.

Liu San is a distant relative of Liu Shancai, weekdays is to guard the door and patrol the hospital, at this time of the night, I can't bear the sleepiness, sleeping sweetly, suddenly feel a tight breath, wake up and see a strange man standing in front of him with a bright light, Liu San is lying on the free chair and can't exert his strength, his mouth and nose are covered tightly, he reached out to catch the long knife on the ground, just a move, he saw a scarlet sword tip has been against the front of the throat, the cold cold forced the hair on his neck to stand upright, and the outstretched arm immediately froze in mid-air and did not dare to move。

Ye Bufan stepped on the fine iron long knife on the ground with one foot, and the short sword was gently sent forward, and the palm of his hand added strength to cover the strong man's mouth, leaned down and said softly, "Don't shout, be careful of your neck"

Liu San felt a heat on his neck, and without a little pain, he smelled a faint smell of blood, he knew that only an exceptionally sharp weapon could hurt people invisibly like this, looking at the short sword covered with green rust in front of him, Liu San oozed cold sweat on his forehead, his whole body stiffened, and he nodded lightly with a stiff neck.

Ye Bufan forced the strong man to get up, tied his hands firmly with the silk sweat towel on the table, and after stuffing his mouth with another sweat towel, he whispered in his ear, "Take me to Liu Shancai", while slightly resisting the back of the strong man's heart with a short sword.

Ye Bufan escorted the strong man out of the gatehouse and disappeared into the dark night.

Things are going very smoothly now, completely beyond Ye Bufan's expectations, I thought that even if the Liufu Mansion was not heavily guarded, there would be a few subordinates who patrolled the night, but now after the strong man cautiously passed through the weeping flower gate and entered the inner house, the entire Liufu was still unusually quiet.

There's a reason why things are going so well. Most of the entire Shanghe District is the property of the Ouyang family, as a Xiuzhen family, it has been controlling the entire Qinglin Town for about two hundred years, and it has accumulated great power. Liu Shancai, as the housekeeper of the Ouyang Family's Foreign Affairs Hall, is also quite majestic with the "tiger skin", and after a long time of peace, he never thought that in Qinglin Town, there would be people who would be unfavorable to him. Moreover, he himself was a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, and in Qinglin Town, he could barely be regarded as a strong party.

Ye Bufan didn't know this, the matter had come to this, in addition to feeling lucky, he didn't think much about it, he escorted the strong man through a verandah, after passing the west courtyard, the strong man stopped at the door of a room, the faint light came out from the gap between the window and the door, the strong man stopped, and nodded at the door with a low whimper.

Ye Bufan withdrew the short sword that was against the strong man's heart and hesitated, and between his thoughts, the picture in his mind was stirring his blood and qi surged, watching the strong man turn his head, Ye Bufan stabbed forward with his sword fiercely, and the tip of the sword pierced deeply into the strong man's throat.

I couldn't see the expression on the strong man's face, a stream of blood splashed on Ye Bufan's face, with warmth, exuding a strong smell of blood, after Ye Bufan pulled out the short sword, the strong man collapsed on the ground like mud, and his body twitched lightly a few times before he was motionless.

Ye Bufan did not have the panic and uneasiness of killing for the first time, but there was a trembling excitement all over his body. He didn't wipe the blood off his face, after bypassing the strong man, he reached out close to the door and pushed it gently, but what he didn't expect was that the door was not bolted, and after a soft "squeak", the door opened.

The voice was very soft, but it sounded in Ye Bufan's ears like a thunderclap on the ground, and he hurriedly clenched his short sword and stepped into the room.

This is a small room, against the wall stands rows of bookshelves, the bookshelves are scattered with some jade porcelain, books, calligraphy and paintings, the room is empty, only an ancient beast-shaped copper lamp on the table shines like a bean, and the room is very quiet.

His heart fell to the ground all of a sudden, Ye Bufan turned around and gently closed the door, clenched his short sword, and his eyes were completely on the row of bookshelves against the wall.

Poor families know that they have some belongings, and there are secret rooms and secret passages in the courtyards of such large families. At this time, the room that looked like a study was empty but the oil lamp was still on, Ye Bufan concluded that the dead strong man was not lying, and Liu Shancai must be somewhere where this room leads.