He had barely walked along the wall when he saw an old man passing by, and without noticing him, he walked straight into a small door in front of him—he was a little lame, and there was a mole on his left eyebrow.

"It's him!" Nangong Du said firmly with a voice in his head. He felt ecstatic, excited, angry, nervous, and had an indescribable sense of madness in his heart. He didn't have time to care about the injuries on his body, and he couldn't think of any so-called perfect solution, he only knew that he was going to kill this person at this time! You can't wait for a moment!

Nangong Du followed the ghost car, jumped on the roof, only to see the ghost car into a house, Nangong Du in order to kill the ghost car over the years, practiced a very high light skill, quietly walked to the roof, opened the tile to see, only to see the ghost car sitting in front of the desk, playing with a light purple knife in his hand, the blade seems to be a piece of thin blades twisted, in the shape of a spindle...... Like an iris that has not yet bloomed.

Nangong Du's heart was filled with hatred, and his eyes were a little hot. This is the iris knife he hasn't seen for more than ten years, and his father has sat in the study countless times to play like this.

He almost wanted to draw his sword and go straight down. But he endured it again, waved his hand, and threw the tile in his hand into the flower bed in the courtyard. Sure enough, the ghost car heard the sound, hesitated slightly, got up, and opened the door to check. Nangong Du saw that his walking steps were slightly fluttering, drooping and old, and he was no longer as young and vigorous as he was back then, so he felt a little more chance of winning in his heart.

The ghost car glanced at no one outside the house, and was about to go back to the house, Nangong Du drove a tile into the flower bed, which immediately attracted the attention of the ghost car, he glanced at the flower bed vigilantly, and saw that the flower bed built around the wall was full of flowers, which was a good place for Tibetans. He cautiously walked into the courtyard, keeping his eyes fixed on the flower bed.

Just when all the energy of the ghost car was concentrated on the flower bed, Nangong Du was like a swift falcon, quietly flying down from the roof, and the ghost car immediately noticed a cold murderous aura attacking from behind, he instinctively turned his head, and a shaky short knife grazed his ear, cutting into the air. Nangong Du missed a knife, the blade turned, and immediately slashed towards the side of his neck, although the ghost car was old and frail, but his skills were still not weak, and he was short and retreated five or six steps away. The best way to kill people is to attack in close quarters, so Nangong Du made a short knife, at this time, he immediately stepped forward, the sharp knife went straight to the opponent's chest, and the ghost car put the iris knife on the desk, at this time he was unarmed, and he was in danger under Nangong Du's desperate attack. The two of them beckoned each other, their bodies were like electricity, and the ghost car wanted to rush back to the room several times to get a knife, but they were all blocked by Nangong Du.

The two fought for a while, the ghost car was already exhausted, Nangong Du slashed at his throat, and saw that he was about to take his life, and he had to take revenge. Suddenly, the ghost body was short, jumped out a few feet away, and finally jumped into the house. It turned out that he saw that Nangong Du was in a hurry to kill him, so he took the opportunity to show weakness, Nangong Du had already been carried away by hatred, and if he was not careful, he ran into the room. If he gets the iris knife, the strength of the two will change immediately, and it is not clear who will die.

Nangong Du didn't have to think about it, he immediately flew to the back of the ghost body, and grabbed his shoulder, the ghost car just reached out to touch the iris knife on the table, but was pulled to the ground by Nangong Du, but he also ripped off the brocade tablecloth on the desk, and the things on the entire bookshelf fell to the ground with a bang, which alarmed everyone in Qi Mansion.

The ghost car fell to the ground, grabbed the iris knife that fell to the ground, and went towards Nangong Du, only to see that the tip of the knife was coming, Nangong Du suddenly stretched out his left hand to meet the tip of the knife, and the spindle-like tip of the knife immediately pierced his palm, but he also won precious time, only for a moment, his right hand had already grabbed the wrist of the ghost car, leaned back, and almost pulled the ghost car up. At the same time, the blood in his right hand had already overflowed with the tip of the knife, flowing down the blade and dripping to the ground—suddenly, the blood-stained iris knife bloomed like a flower, and the blades that were as thin as cicada wings swirled together gradually opened, one, two, three! The three lilac thin blades were staggered with cold light, sharp and incomparable, and the ghost car was stunned, this was the second time he saw the iris blade spreading, but this time, it was himself who died. He looked down at the knife inserted in his chest, and wanted to raise his eyes to look at the descendants of the Nangong family, but he couldn't do it anymore, and in the end, his empty gaze stopped at his chest, at the end of his life...... At this moment, the door was dark, and someone seemed to be coming. Nangong Du looked up and could hardly believe his eyes. The blind woman in white was standing in the doorway, looking at him...... No, it should just be that the eyes happened to fall on him. Nangong Duyin knew that the other party couldn't see it, but he was still flustered in her gaze.

The woman in white walked slowly towards them and said, "Dad, what's wrong?" Nangong Du was still riding on the ghost car at this time, holding the knife in both hands, motionless. He was stunned, watching the woman in white approaching step by step, and the footsteps outside were becoming more and more, and the servants of the Qi Mansion were about to come. Nangong Du suddenly woke up, quietly rolled down from the ghost car, and just wanted to pull out the iris knife, but after glancing at the woman in white, he didn't know why he was afraid that the sound of drawing the knife would frighten him, and this entanglement had already made him unable to run, so he had to jump on the beam of the house to avoid it temporarily.

As soon as the servants entered the house, they cried out when they saw this. The woman in white stood in the middle of the room at a loss, obviously knowing something from the messy words of the people around her. She was dragged by the servant to the ghost car, slowly squatted down, and gently groped on her father's body, and finally, she touched the knife that was deeply inserted into her father's chest, and she immediately pulled it out with force, and the iris was suddenly retracted, returning to the previous spindle shape. With the sound of the knife being pulled out of the cracks in the bones, the woman in white couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly, and for a while, the sound of mourning rang out, resounding throughout the Qi Mansion.