The winter night is silent, there is no moon and no stars, and the thick night is like inkstone that cannot be dissolved, deep and monotonous.

Minghui straightened the night clothes on her body, took a deep breath, and climbed up the wall, the courtyard inside was not big, the house was lit up, and the faint yellow candlelight outlined a faint silhouette on the window paper.

Minghui jumped off the wall lightly, and walked towards the hall step by step, her boots stepped on the blue brick floor, there was a void under her feet, and a panic rushed from the bottom of her heart, Minghui rose from the ground, flew and jumped to the steps in front, and the brick floor behind her collapsed with a bang, revealing a deep pit with a foot width.

Minghui didn't look back, she knew that she had been tricked!

Either this is a trap set by Wei Qian for self-preservation, or Liu Jili, who gave her the news, betrayed her!

Minghui was upset, she hadn't crossed the Yellow River north for twenty years, and the north of the Yellow River was really not good for her, so she shouldn't come back.

A month ago, Minghui saw a familiar name on the sea fishing notice posted by the Yamen, and then looked at the place of origin and the plausible portrait, she was sure that this was Wei Qian, who had a few encounters when she was young.

Minghui is a seeker who makes a living by looking for people.

She is well-known in her search for long-lost relatives and friends, as well as for wanted fugitives for the government, and as a result, she is well paid.

Only this time, she was looking for Wei Qian, not to make money, let alone do things for the government, but because of her relationship with the Wei family.

At that time, Wei Qian's father was the parent official of Qi County.

When Minghui's father died, Wei Zhixian once brought Wei Qian to mourn, and the Ming family came to mourn, Wei Zhixian took out the marriage book to prove that she was indeed the daughter of the Ming family, so that the Ming family had to accept the fact that the old lady Ming cultivated a daughter.

Later, Minghui returned to her hometown with the Ming family, and when she returned to Yunmeng Mountain, she was caught in a fire in Yunmengguan.

Minghui's master Wang Zhenren, together with more than a dozen people in Yunmengguan, all died in the fire, Minghui luckily did not die, she woke up in the back office of Qi County, and it was Wei Zhixian who personally led the officials and mountain people to save her.

Ming Hui lived in the back office for more than ten days, and was taken care of by the Wei family, and later heard that Wei Zhixian asked people to go to Baoding Mansion to deliver a letter and let the Ming family come to pick her up, at that time her appearance was completely ruined, and she didn't want the Ming family to see her embarrassment, not to mention, she didn't want to marry Huo Yu!

Therefore, even though her injuries did not heal, she quietly walked away, and this walk was twenty years.

And Minghui's impression of Wei Qian is still that bamboo-like young man in the past, fair-skinned and delicate, and polite.

At this time, Wei Qian's crime was to kill his father!

Wei Zhixian was kind to her, and Minghui felt that no matter whether Wei Qian really killed her father or not, she had to find Wei Qian before the government to find out.

It's just that at this moment, Minghui can't be sure if the person in the house is Wei Qian, and now that something has happened suddenly, the horror in Minghui's heart is getting stronger and stronger, she hasn't felt this way for a long time, this feeling makes her uneasy, although she is dead, she doesn't want to die like this.

At the moment when she stepped on the steps, Minghui suddenly turned around and rushed towards the courtyard wall on one side, she wanted to leave this place!

But her movements were still slow, and the window paper that showed the faint yellow candlelight was suddenly punctured by a sharp weapon, and the silhouette reflected on the window was suddenly shattered, revealing most of the crossbow.

Minghui ran faster and faster, there was a sound of breaking the sky behind her, Minghui avoided sideways, a crossbow arrow grazed her body, Minghui jumped towards the courtyard wall, and at the moment when her body took off, the second crossbow arrow shot at her, hitting her right leg, followed by another arrow, penetrating into the back of the heart......

Several dark shadows came out of the house with lanterns, and one of them turned to look at Minghui who fell to the ground: "There is still a breath, not dead." ”

The other took out a porcelain bottle, poured a few drops of liquid from it, and applied it to Minghui's hairline, Minghui wanted to curse, the bottle of unique potion that she had been stolen two days ago turned out to be in the hands of these people.

Her lips moved, but she couldn't make any sound, it was the hand crossbow that hurt her, few people in the martial arts use hand crossbows, as far as she knows, the only one who is used to using hand crossbows as weapons is Feiyuwei.

Wei Qian's murder of his father is just a local homicide case, why did Feiyuwei get involved?

These people are Flying Fish Guard, Flying Fish Guard...... Huo Yu also used to be a Flying Fish Guard......

A hand reached behind Minghui's back, pulled out the crossbow arrow, blood like a spring spread under his body, I don't know when, snowflakes floated in the sky, one after another, floating and sinking, like white plums flying in the sky.

The old plums on Yunmeng Mountain don't know if they are still there......

Minghui's consciousness gradually dissipated, and finally turned into chaos.

A moment later, the potion seeped through, and a mask as thin as a cicada's wings was peeled off, revealing a scarred face.

A person next to him gasped: "No wonder she is called a ghost lady, it turns out that she really has a grimace." ”

The man before sighed twice and said, "The ghost lady came from thousands of miles, but unfortunately she died too quickly and couldn't tell who hired her." ”

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and it was flying all over the sky like a broken scale. In a short time, the withered earth was shrouded in silk, along with cold corpses, dried blood, and countless secrets, all sealed in this snow.