"Got it, got it—"

"Got it—"

In the middle of summer, the weather is hot.

The summer cicadas in the trees hissed non-stop, adding a little anxiety to people.

The playboy stood on the steps, bent slightly, spread his sleeves and folded his hands, and slowly passed in front of him an old man in a gray robe, who had also wrapped himself tightly in the middle of summer, and could not see what he looked like, and from the outside, only a pair of slightly cloudy eyes were revealed, and other than that, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were very deep.

"Juniors, see Ghost Hand seniors!" Playboy is respectful and respectful.

The old man raised his eyes, glanced up and down at the playboy, and finally landed his gaze on the folding fan around the playboy's waist, a thin, dark-skinned hand slowly lifted from under the gray robe and stretched out to the folding fan.

The playboy subconsciously turned sideways and took half a step back, the fan was what he used to pretend to be forced on weekdays... Oh no, the tool to attract a beautiful young woman to bed is also a weapon that he never leaves his side, and he never lets anyone else touch it.

But as soon as he thought that the other party was a ghost hand senior, the playboy was also relieved, and took the initiative to take out the folding fan pinned to his waist and offer it with both hands.

The gray-robed old man took the folding fan, unfolded the fan and took a look, there was nothing on it, there was no inscription or inscription, it was a brand new fan that had not yet been completed.

The fan surface is blank, but the elasticity of the fan bone is excellent.

During the gray-robed old man fiddling with the fan with his hand, the playboy still didn't dare to straighten his waist, but in front of him was the ghost hand senior, when he was still playing with mud, the ghost hand predecessor was the top powerhouse in the world.

"Senior, be careful, there is a hidden weapon in the fan, it is highly poisonous!" The dude kindly reminded.

The playboy is not good at martial arts, but he has achieved light skills, and whenever he encounters encirclement and interception, he can always turn the danger into a disaster and easily escape.

But when you meet people, it's not always a way to escape, so the playboy asked the craftsman to build a fan for himself, the fan is very ordinary on the outside, but there is something hidden inside.

The twelve fan bones are hollow, and the silver needles soaked in poison are built, as long as the switch on the fan is gently pressed, the machine will be activated, and the silver needles will be shot out of the fan bones, and they will die when they touch it, without exception.

"Say it's poisonous in front of the old man?" The gray-robed old man's hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, a little disdainful.

The dude immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking..... I forgot what the ghost hand predecessors did, and talking about poison in front of the poison grandmaster is indeed a bit of an axe.

The gray-robed old man took out a thin needle from the fan bone, and the dandy's eyelids jumped, not knowing what the ghost hand senior was going to do.

"Guarding outside, the old man went in and went to Jieyun Yanghou."

"But ......" what else does the dude have to say.

"You don't believe the old man?" Ghost Hand glanced at the dude.

The playboy suddenly pinched his heart together: "Don't dare, senior, please." ”

.....

Houfu Study,

Yunyang Hou, who was wearing a purple shirt, was immersed in writing, and the wolf was hanging on the paper, but it did not fall for a long time, and the last drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen, breaking an excellent piece of rice paper.

Yunyang Hou sighed, crumpled the rice paper into a ball, and threw it into the paper basket on the ground.

I don't know how many I threw it, and finally there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door, and Yunyang Hou raised his head and watched this master of the rivers and lakes slowly walk into the house.

"Assert ......"

A hoarse and slightly sarcastic laugh sounded, like a bell.

Yun Yanghou stood silently behind his desk, speechless.

Half a year ago, thunderstorm night, the old man in the gray robe suddenly visited the Hou Mansion, the Hou Mansion guards and the dead were invincible, the death was miserable, the old man himself admitted that he was the northern ghost hand with the same name as the Southern Divine Doctor, and he came to seek revenge from the Marquis of Yunyang.

Yunyang Hou thought that he would be killed that night, but what he didn't expect was that the ghost hand was not in a hurry to do it, but came every once in a while, sometimes he came to sit for a while, chatted and left, and sometimes stayed all day, enjoying the flowers and scenery in the Hou Mansion.

Yunyang Hou knew that he was a dead man in the eyes of the ghost hand.

It's nothing more than a question of when to die.

At the same time, he also had a hunch: the Demon Sect was preparing a big game of chess in the capital, and he was just one of the chess pieces.

Ghost Hand entered the room, walked straight to the desk, found a chair and sat down, except for the first sneer, a quarter of an hour passed, and Ghost Hand did not speak, but only held half of his face, as if in a daze.

The long silence made Yun Yanghou seem to have a premonition, and asked, "Is it time?" ”

"Yes, I wanted you to live a few more days, but the plan has already begun...."The ghost hand glanced at Yun Yanghou and said a little helplessly.

He has no grievances or enmity with the Marquis of Yunyang, but the Marquis of Yunyang must die.

This is a vital part of the Dawn Project.

Only when a person dies can people believe that the Demon Cult is taking revenge for the old events of twenty years ago, which is also the best way to cover up the truth.

Hearing this, Yunyang Hou just picked up the pen again and sighed lightly: "The ghost hand predecessor promised me, but it still counts?" ”

"Nature."

In the past six months, Yunyang Hou had many opportunities to ask for help from the Imperial City Division, although he would not catch the ghost alive, but he could still save his life, but he did not do so.

It's easy to live one person, but it's hard to live as a family.

The ghost hand promised him that as long as he obediently died, his Yunyang Hou's family could be spared, and it could be regarded as leaving his family and family members alive. Otherwise, what awaits the Marquis of Yunyang in the future will be an endless pursuit.

"Knowing that Hou Ye loves words, the old man has nothing to give...... Before coming, the old man brought a piece of ink from home, the ink is not good, and I hope that the marquis will not give up. ”

To tell the truth, the ghost hand and Yunyang Hou have gotten along with each other for half a year, and the two of them have somewhat sympathized with each other, they are both characters who have experienced strong winds and waves, and some things are very chatty, but then again, each is its own master......

The ghost hand got up, took out a long strip of ink from under the gray robe, and placed it on the table as a gift to show his gratitude.

Yunyang Hou took it and thanked him.

"There is one more thing, Master Hou needs to see it."

"What?"

At the last moment of his life, Yunyang Hou thought that instead of being sad, it was better to do something he liked, such as grinding ink and writing.

The newly acquired ink blocks slowly slide in the inkstone, and the ink paste gradually takes shape......

"Fang Ping must die."

Yunyang Hou's movements in his hands froze, he raised his head blankly, and his voice couldn't help but increase: "Didn't you say that as long as Ben Hou dies alone, everyone else will live well?" ”

The ghost hand sighed, and said helplessly: "The old man just obeyed orders, and someone wanted him to die...... Okay, the time is almost up, there are still people listening outside, and Hou Ye doesn't want to make it difficult for the old man. ”

Nominally, Ghost Hand is not really a member of the Demon Cult... It's just that he carefully studied all kinds of poisons and poisons, and was mistaken for a demon sect by the world.

Half a year ago, in order to save a seriously ill girl, he started to work for the Demon Sect.

Ink is good.

Yunyang Hou Wolf dipped in ink, his right hand, which was used to holding a knife and gun, could not hold a pen well, but he liked the square words above the paper.

But when he heard that Fang Ping was going to die because of himself, he panicked...... Grip the edge of the table with your left hand and slide your fingernails gently.

"Assert ......"

The performance officially began, mainly for the playboy outside the door.

"Master Hou is really good Yaxing, is the knife not easy?"

"What the hell do you want Ben Hou to do?"

Yunyang Hou cooperated with the ghost hand to act, performing a fierce confrontation scene.

"It's not so easy to do two house slaves...... Boom. ”

"Two domestic slaves? Ben Hou acts worthy of the ...... heaven"

"What a worthy one!"

The ghost hand had already stood up and took out the silver needle in front of Yunyang Hou, which would pierce Yun Yanghou's skull and send him back to the west.

But the poison configured by the playboy is not strong enough, it is okay to deal with ordinary catchers, but to deal with Yunyang Hou, a martial arts expert, this needle cannot make Yunyang Hou die immediately.

"Give it a good time."

"That's exactly what I mean."

The ghost hand rubbed the silver needle and added some material to it...... Turned around to the back of Yunyang Hou, sighed, and stabbed into the ...... without hesitation

……

……

Half an hour later, the playboy entered the study.

The study was unusually calm, and the ghost hand in the gray robe sat on a chair beside him, holding his cheek with one hand, and motioned for the playboy to come forward and check.

The playboy clenched his fists and came to Yun Yang Hou in front of the desk, Yun Yang Hou still maintained a writing posture, but not a word was left on the paper.

Reaching out and lowering his nose, he touched Yunyang Hou's pulse again......

"Thank you, senior."

"It doesn't matter."

Ghost Hand stood up, waved his sleeves, and left the room.

In the final analysis, he just wanted to make Yunyang Hou's death a little more happy, if it was a playboy today, torture would be indispensable.