"It's a code phrase that only the high-ranking people of the Fuso ninjas understand. King Qin had in-depth cooperation intentions with the Ninja Group in the past, and I was the envoy of the Central Plains who went to Fusang Island to meet the big man of the Ninja Group on behalf of King Qin, so I learned the inside story. I can say with certainty that Bing'er is a spy sent by the ninja group and must be eliminated in order to protect herself. Lian Chengbi said.

This is not a good reason, but Xixi suddenly said: "That's right, this explanation coincides with what I am going to say." ”

Lian Chengbi looked at Xixi and breathed a sigh of relief gently.

Xixi continued: "The Fuso Ninja Group is extremely ambitious, and it has planted spies in various countries and major rivers and lakes around the world, and the contact codes are different. The phrase 'the giant crossbow shoots the long whale' is used in the Central Plains, while in Vietnam, it is 'the weak kill and the strong die'. In the past three years, major gangs in Vietnam have paid a huge price to exterminate the Fusang spies, mistakenly killing their comrades, those who were killed, those who escaped, and those who rebelled against the nine tribes...... In the past three years, more than half of the masters have died, and at least 500 people have died as a result. Therefore, at this moment, the rivers and lakes of Vietnam have completely collapsed, and they are no longer the great enemies that the Fuso ninjas care about. I swore that anyone who dared to say the ninja contact code would be killed on the spot. ”

Lian Chengbi nodded slowly: "Exactly, those who have not experienced the pain of mourning will never be able to make this bloodthirsty determination." Mr. Xia, no matter how you look at it, I have to do this anyway, kill, no, pardon!"

It's hard for me to believe that Bing'er is a spy, but even what Chengbi and Xixi said is righteous and awe-inspiring, so I can't refute it.

Xixi leaned down, flipped Bing'er's collar open, and then nodded heavily: "Okay, you killed it right, this person has a black cherry blossom secret tattoo on his neck, and there is no doubt that he is a spy." ”

The cherry blossom is tattooed under the large vertebral point behind Bing'er's neck, with a diameter of about half a centimeter, which is lifelike and vivid. The only thing that is unusual is that the Japanese cherry blossoms are pink and white, but this tattoo is burnt black, as if it was stamped with a soldering iron, which looks very weird.

"Kill one more spy, and my Central Plains rivers and lakes will be safe. Lian Chengbi said.

King Qin will intend to control the rivers and lakes, and the Japanese ninja will always be the unstable factor in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, her means of killing the enemy are clean and neat, and she will not show mercy.

"Can't you bear it? Have you forgotten the parable of the farmer and the serpent?" said Lian Chengbi.

I do pity Bing'er, but I will not waver in the slightest in the face of great rights and wrongs.

"Nope. I shook my head.

When King Qin would kill Yue Buqun, I also supported it strongly. Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. The Central Plains Jianghu and the Japanese ninjas have a feud with each other, and anyone who cherishes China and loves his family and country has absolutely no objection to this.

Xixi quickly searched Bing'er's body, but found nothing. She stood up, frowning deeply, and looked at Lianchengbi.

"What's wrong?" asked Lian Chengbi.

"I suspect she's just a puppet. Xixi replied.

Lian Chengbi was startled, and immediately leaned over to inspect the cherry blossom mark on the back of Bing'er's neck.

Throughout the process, my emotions sank into a faint sadness. In the rivers and lakes, life has become cheaper than artemisia, and once the camp of the enemy and the enemy is established, the slaughter will come and go, and it will not stop continuously.

Human life is originally absolutely equal, the emperor and the grass people, the generals and the soldiers, the Fusang people and the Central Plains people...... Even if they have different backgrounds, different languages, and different skin colors, they are all the same in nature, they are all "humans", they are the same kind on this planet, and they are fundamentally different from other animals, plants, birds, animals, and ants. We are the same kind, but for various reasons, we attacked each other, fell down in an instant, bled five steps, and died on the spot.

Peace is the common aspiration of mankind, and it would be wonderful if one day there would be no more flames of war on the earth.

I took a step back, not wanting to look at Bing'er as she fell to the ground.

"Within the ninja, there are a lot of puppets, and in Fuso ninjutsu, there is originally a puppet technique of 'carving wood for people and jumping out of confusion'. This thaumaturgy flourished during the Shogunate period, and was founded by Chijun Akano, the head of the Kamakura Shogunate's office at the time, and once it was introduced, it became famous for assassinating more than 30 of Kamakura Shogun's sworn enemies in a row with simple and efficient efficiency. The art of puppetry, which has evolved into the 21st century, has become quite sophisticated, and can turn living people into puppets, from 'confusing the real with the real' to 'confusing the real with the real', which is difficult to prevent. Xixi explained in a low voice.

Lian Chengbi suddenly gasped: "Mr. Xia, look, this cherry blossom tattoo is alive, and sure enough, she is really just a puppet!"

I glanced at it, and sure enough, I could see clearly that the cherry blossom tattoo was slowly shrinking, and it was rapidly withering from its blooming state. After about ten seconds, it disappeared under the noses of the three of us, and Bing'er's skin did not leave even a single blemish, it faded cleanly.

This change was something I didn't expect, because puppets can't exist on their own, just like ghosts raised by the Illusionist Sect. Where the ghosts are, there will be a "master of the ghosts." In the same way, where the puppet is, there must be a "puppet master".

This time, all three of us gasped at the same time and retreated at the same time, each on emergency alert.

There were eight other people in the Golden Room, in addition to the three who were locked in the Golden Prison, there were also me, Lianchengbi, Xixi, Red Sleeves and Bai Fragrance. The first three are definitely not the masters of the puppets, and the remaining five of us are all suspicious.

Lian Chengbi retreated the fastest, taking five steps in a row, leaning his back against the wall. She killed Bing'er and had officially declared war on the Fuso ninjas, so this moment was the most dangerous.

"Not me. Xi Xi waved his hand again and again.

"Except for Mr. Xia, I don't believe anyone now. Lian Chengbi said coldly.

Xixi looked at me and said in the same cold tone: "That's right, I don't believe anyone except Mr. Xia." ”

I'm different from them because I believe in both of them. If it weren't for the ninja's sworn enemies, they wouldn't have killed Bing'er and told so many secrets.

Then, the remaining suspects only have red sleeves and white fragrances, and the biggest suspicion is on red sleeves. Bing'er is her sister, she introduced me to me, and she also told me Bing'er's identity. Well, Bing'er is a puppet, and she shouldn't be unaware.

"Is it a red-sleeved move?" said Lian Chengbi, lowering his voice. She looked at me and eagerly asked for my opinion.

"Yes, I think it's her, too. Xi Xi echoed.

This time, the three of us were surprisingly united in our thinking, all identifying with the same person.

"What are you waiting for, kill her!" Lian Chengbi said through gritted teeth.

I'm afraid this is not an easy task, the battle to encircle and suppress Yue Buqun has already allowed me to see the super strength of Japanese ninjas.

"Go ahead and act when the opportunity arises. I said.

Since the situation has changed, Lianchengbi naturally can't leave, and he must get the trouble of breaking the whip and the bottom of the alley.

I turned the shadow wall first, but I saw the red sleeves and Bai Fenfang standing side by side in front of the mural.

The paintbrush in Bai Fenfang's right hand flew up and down, dazzling. The colors on the mural are getting more and more and heavier, and the look of all the figures is coming out little by little.

The red sleeve move was so close to Bai Fenfang, I threw a mouse bogey, and I couldn't attack immediately, so I could only stare quietly at the backs of the two.

The eight gods of the Yan Wangfu are all thaumaturgical masters, and their status in the rivers and lakes today is the result of their dedication to cultivation. Every death of such a wonderful character is a loss to the Central Plains and a loss to the Chinese thaumaturgical community.

"It's a good painting, the 'Dream Painting Technique' of the White Painting God really deserves its name!"

Lianchengbi and Xixi floated out from the other side of the shadow wall, and faintly formed a pinching red sleeve move with me.

Bai Fenfang didn't say a word, and drew like a mad man for half a minute, before he let out a long whistle, floated back five steps, and looked at the part he had just drawn.

Above the mural, the dragon-shaped monster was still just a line sketch, with no further smearing and rendering.

"It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to draw bones, and you don't know your heart. Miss Bai, this dragon already has a skeleton, why don't you draw it?" asked Red Sleeves.

Bai Fenfang's gasping suddenly became rapid, his right hand clenched the paintbrush, and his left hand held up the color palette, standing silent for a long time.

On the mural, the reckless heroes on the left who hold various cold weapons have their own looks, although there are many people, none of the two are completely the same, fully demonstrating the superb skills of the painter.

The legendary story of one hundred and eight generals in Shuibo Liangshan has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and with the unparalleled painting skills of Bai Xiangxiang, these one hundred and eight people are all standing alive in the painting.

"Don't you dare? Is that a nightmare in your heart?" asked Redsleeve again.

Bai Fenfang coughed violently, coughing and retreating, ten steps away from the red sleeves.

"It was a nightmare, because I couldn't draw it for real. Miss Hong, if you are interested, can you make it up for me?" Bai Fenfang finally spoke.

Red Sleeves shook his head: "I'm not an artist, even if I know what it looks like, I can't draw it." There is a specialization in the art industry, and there is a sooner or later time to attain the Tao, how dare you sacrifice ugliness in front of the white painting god?"

At this point, the mural is still incomplete. I have the patience to wait, but Lianchengbi and Xixi can't hold it anymore and are eager to try.

"Let's talk about it—" Bai Fenfang's face was unusually pale, but her voice was very firm, "Miss Hong, was the painting under the church of Hongjialou taken by the beggars? It is not an ordinary painting, there is an ancient prophecy hidden in the painting, which is related to the 'Lord of the Shark Man'." Without that painting, I wouldn't be able to finish it. ”

Red Sleeves sneered: "It doesn't make sense for the white painting god to speak, although that painting is similar to this painting, it is not comparable." You detained all of us here, and before you could give an explanation, you opened your mouth to ask me to draw - hehe, has the Yan Wangfu always acted so domineering?"

I didn't participate in the argument between the white and red, and my eyes kept falling on the mural.

In the tunnel of Hongjialou, the mural left a deep impression on me, so now I don't have to trouble recalling it to remember what the dragon-shaped monster looked like.

Yan Gexing has already left, and I hope that Bai Fenfang can complete this painting as soon as possible, so that Elder Wen, who is hiding in the "crab navel", has a chance to come out.

"Do you still want to draw?" asked Red Sleeves.

Bai Fenfang shook her head: "I'm already exhausted, and I can't paint anymore." ”

Redsleeve sneered: "Okay, that's the end of today's business! Since you can't finish this painting anymore, why should we waste it here? Let's go, everyone disperse!"

As soon as she turned around, Lian Chengbi and Xixi had already pounced, and a sharp knife and an Emei thorn were on her neck.

"Don't move, let me see if there's anything unsightly behind your neck?" Lian Chengbi said coldly.

Red Sleeves didn't panic, just stood quietly.

Unexpectedly, Lian Chengbi pulled open the collar of the red sleeve move, but found nothing, and his expression immediately became extremely embarrassed.

"What are you looking for?" asked Redsleeves.

Lian Chengbi was stunned and immediately looked at me.

I strode forward, going around behind the Red Sleeves. The skin on her neck was very white, and if there was a black cherry blossom mark, it could be seen at a glance.

It's a pity that there are no cherry blossoms on the back of her neck, not even a small mole or black spot, smooth and elegant, like the neck of a white swan.

Lian Chengbi can't explain it, such an embarrassing scene can only be resolved by me.

I turned to the front of the Red Sleeves, met her grim gaze, smiled and shook my head: "Sorry, this was a misunderstanding. Just behind the shadow wall, Miss Lian killed a Fuso ninja puppet, so everyone present was suspicious, even me. Now that you've proven who you are, you don't have to be suspicious. ”

No more lame explanation is better than no explanation, I waved my hand, and Lian Chengbi withdrew his weapon with Xixi, bowing to Redsleeves and apologizing.

This time, the red sleeves showed great generosity, and waved his hand with a calm face: "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding, everyone is in the same boat, and it won't be good for anyone if the boat sinks." Therefore, trust and solidarity come first, and I hope that several of you can remember it clearly. ”

Since she is not the puppet's master, then one of these people on the scene must be, this is a clear truth.

As long as the spies are there, this war will never end, and the dark clouds hanging over our heads will never lift.

"Mr. Xia, I've found a way to finish drawing it. Bai Fenfang said suddenly.

I immediately realized that her so-called "method" must be to read the memories from my brain and accurately depict the dragon-shaped monster with the "dream drawing technique".

This must be dangerous, because it is unlikely that any person in the rivers and lakes will be able to give their brain memories to another person with peace of mind. At the moment when the door is opened, there is a possibility of being killed on the spot at any time.

In an instant, my mind was spinning for several years, staring directly at Bai Xiangxiang, trying to see some clues from her expression. Her gaze was calm, and there seemed to be no gloom except for the enthusiasm and excitement that followed the sight of hope.

"Mr. Xia, don't worry, I won't harm you. Bai Fenfang then added.

"Why do you want to finish the mural? Forgive me for being stupid, I don't see any need for Mr. Xia to take such a big risk. Lian Chengbi spoke.

I know that she cares about me, and after assassinating Bing'er before, she also said that the only one who believes me is now.

Bai Fenfang shook her head: "I don't know, but I'm sure Mr. Xia must know." ”

I raised my hand to stop the two of them arguing and slowly walked over to the mural.

The pigment is not dry, and it emits a faint gouache fragrance.

I understand that paints and brushes are harmless, and it's only the painting that is harmful. Just like the martial arts that we Jianghu people have learned, martial arts are innocent, just look at what the people who practice martial arts use to do.

As I clinged to the mural, I saw the glimmer of light coming through the stone wall.

Elder Wen was still in the "crab navel", meditating on his knees, closing his eyes deeply, like an old monk in meditation.

"Only by rescuing him can we understand the secret of the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens', and only then can we find the real culprit who killed the eldest brother. This is my selfishness, and it is also the only way to stop the "Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens" from continuing to do evil.

"Elder Wen, the painting is about to be completed, and you will soon be able to escape from the 'crab navel' and become a free person in the true sense. I was the first to speak.

The "crab navel" is a very mysterious space that can be seen, but cannot be reached.

I don't know how Elder Wen entered the "Crab Navel", just like the thaumaturgists from all over the world didn't know how the Fahai Monk entered the "Crab Navel". It must be 100% safe there, so Elder Wen can meditate with confidence.

"Huh. Elder Wen sneered twice.

I looked at him from afar, trying to connect him with the man in black during the Iron Shrine incident. Without evidence, even if I killed him, I wouldn't be able to untie the knot in my heart.

"Coming in is no different from leaving for me—" he said.

"Then why are you hiding in there?" I asked.

Elder Wen slowly changed his posture and turned into a side-lying curled up, like an old dog about to fall asleep.

"When you change your space, it's easy to concentrate and think. In the process of deep thought, the thaumaturgist needs to call on the energy of the whole body, and if the outside is empty, the energy will quickly vent and disperse, and the thaumaturgist will die of exhaustion. This truth was invented by the masters of Tibetan Buddhism, which is why they have a tradition of 'retreating against the wall'. Thaumaturgists who don't understand this will always be mediocre and unable to enter the super-high realm. Do you want to learn? You come in, I'll teach you. He said.

I have only one purpose, after finding out the secret of Elder Wen, I will kill him with a knife, just like Lian Chengbi assassinated Bing'er, if you don't make a move, it will be fatal.

Now, I don't want to go into the "crab navel". The spy has not been eliminated, the situation is uncertain, if I leave easily, I am afraid that even Chengbi and others will encounter accidents.

"Thank you, but I don't need to retreat for the time being. I shook my head.

"It's the only, best chance, like a white horse passing through a gap. If you refuse, you're giving up a great opportunity to soar. Well, everyone has their own ambitions, and there is no need to force them. I'm going to sleep, and when I wake up from a big dream, maybe it's a different realm of thought. I'm drunk and sleeping, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the qin, goodbye, goodbye......" Elder Wen closed his eyes, his body curled up tighter, and his snoring soon sounded in the "crab navel".

I clenched my fists and felt a cold sweat in my palms.

I have never been closer to the truth of the Iron Ancestral Hall incident, and I am also close to the enemy who abused and killed my eldest brother. As long as there is perseverance, the truth will definitely be revealed, even if it has been ten or twenty years, the longer the time, the stronger this hatred will become, like an old wine buried deep in the loess.

"Goodbye. I said with a calm smile. This short conversation strengthened my determination not to enter the tiger's den, but to get the tiger, and only by completely giving my own brain to Bai Fenfang can the contradiction be completely resolved.

I turned around and looked at all the people in the Golden Room.

"White Painting God, my life is entrusted to you. I said.

Lian Chengbi raised his arms and was still about to refute, but was stopped by my stern gaze.

"Okay, Mr. Xia, I will definitely do my best not to disappoint you. Bai Fenfang nodded.

"You, you...... Mr. Xia, think twice! This matter is not so simple, and I suspect that it is a trap. If you really want to sacrifice someone, I'll come for you, I've also seen the murals in the tunnel, and my impression may not be shallower than yours-" Lian Chengbi was in a hurry, rushed over, and opened his arms in front of me.

At this moment, I was deeply touched by her.