The next string uses the raven to send back the blood book, revealing a message.

Since the blood book was returned, the contact with Shuzhou has been cut off, and Ye Weiyang has sent many night guards to search for Xiaxian, but there is no news.

"It's cold."

The boy said with regret on his face.

Although Yueyan's description is uncertain, this situation, if nothing else, must have been an accident.

The atmosphere in the hall was suddenly quiet.

After the silence, Yueyan said: "What the night lord means is to let the three major people of Shangfeng make a move. ”

After speaking, Yueyan's eyes aimed at Fengbei's black silk gloves intentionally or unintentionally.

For others, "to shoot" may mean something else.

But for Fengbei, the meaning of "shot" is really just a simple "shot".

Next, something happened that made both Dou Qi and Yueyan feel unbelievable.

Feng Bei heard the whole trick, and his first reaction was to look back at the young man and ask softly, "Are you...... Do you want to go? ”

Ahh

Yueyan and Dou Ji were dumbfounded at the same time.

Not only the two stars, but Zheng Xiu himself was also a little surprised.

Why did Fengbei ask that.

Are she sure she's interested?

But.

Zheng Xiu, I'm really interested.

Let's not talk about going to work with Fengbei, the probability of encountering strange things such as ghosts and Chang Yan is far higher than others, after all, it is a lonely star, where does it come from if you don't run into something? But the biggest reason for Zheng Xiu's interest is not the simple trick, but the blood letter sent back after Ye Weiyang entered Shuzhou in this trick - cannibal painting.

These three words were like a tempting riddle, which made Zheng Xiu's imagination come to mind.

"I'm thinking about it?"

Zheng Xiu asked tentatively to see Fengbei's reaction.

"Okay, what if...... You want to go, at the latest, tomorrow. ”

Yueyan later added that after eating deflated in front of Zheng's house last night, the virtual rat and the golden bull in the Northern Seven Stars had already walked together, rode fast horses, and rushed to Shuzhou overnight.

Ye Weiyang's people are all over the world, and the seven stars stationed in the north: Dou Hedgehog, Taurus, Earth Bat, Virtual Mouse, Moon Swallow, Room Pig, and Bishui, if you don't distinguish between the body and the vest, Zheng Xiu almost took a look.

As for the strength of the stars, in addition to the fighting hedgehog who has just risen and is still relatively crotched, he recognizes the strength of Yueyan, and Zheng Xiu, who has a certain understanding of the strength of the stars, secretly said that this "cannibal painting" eucalyptus has now folded four stars and one December into it, which shows the degree of danger and is extraordinary.

The night lord finally let Fengbei make a move, which is reasonable.

It's just that when Zheng Xiu returned to the study and pondered while copying books, he always felt that something was wrong.

The Xiangu Temple existed for twenty years;

"Cannibal Painting" is caused by the strange picture scroll of the painting ghost Gongsun Mo a hundred years ago;

There have been no accidents for so many years, but they have erupted one after another during this time, which always makes Zheng Xiu feel that this incident came too coincidentally.

After completing the homework of today's "evil boy", the evil boy has not yet seen the door related to the [literati], and he has worked for a day in vain.

But Zheng Xiu is not in a hurry about this, after Zheng Shan incarnated into the [Painter], Zheng Xiu knew that if he wanted to see the doorway, it was not something that could be reached in one step. This needs to be accumulated over time, and finally accumulated.

The knowledge of the evil boy is still slowly growing, which is a bit hopeful. Dry in vain, not completely in vain.

Back in the dungeon, Zheng Xiu entered the heart prison.

Looking at the three doppelgangers on the table, Zheng Xiu hesitated again and again, thinking that going out at this time was not a bad thing.

He just happened to be looking for an opportunity to draw out a third clone, so that he could reasonably move around the Zheng family to brush up on experience, using the trumpet to go out with Fengbei here, and the other Sword Saint trumpet just going online, which could reduce the risk of being exposed.

Fengbei's eyes always made Zheng Xiu feel as if she had noticed something. But looking at her reaction, it was not very similar, and such an ambiguous attitude made Zheng Xiu secretly have a headache.

"Cannibal painting, cannibal painting, cannibal painting."

Zheng Xiu's gaze swept over the three clones standing with their eyes closed.

He vaguely had a feeling that he might be able to get more benefits from this trip by using Mengnan painters to attack.

For a while, Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out what the feeling of that mold lake was, and it could only be attributed to the effect of [intuition].

When it came to dinner, Zheng Xiu hid in prison under the pretext of being unwell, and Zheng Evil went online to eat.

Fengbei can now stay in the Zheng family without any scruples, as if it has become her second home, including Zheng Erniang, everyone has no fear of her at the beginning. At the reunion banquet, except for the ominous hands, Fengbei's rest of his performance was no different from that of a normal person, and he was a little introverted and shy, and he would also pick up vegetables for the young master, as long as he didn't get too close, there seemed to be nothing to fear.

After dinner, the young man and Fengbei watched the stars and the moon in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Fengbei stood there with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, like a pine standing upright in the snow.

She rarely takes the initiative to speak.

Zheng Xiu knew that Fengbei was "spoiling" him, so he took the initiative to ask with a shy face: "Sister Fengbei, if I don't want to go to Shuzhou, what should I do?" ”

Fengbei, who was motionless like a sculpture, finally moved, turned around and smiled at the young man: "It's okay, if you don't go, then you won't go." ”

"But ......" the young man showed a distressed expression: "But if there are really cannibal paintings that harm the common people, if you don't want to get rid of them, more people will die." ”

Feng Bei's eyes lit up, and he said, "Not bad." ”

"If Sister Fengbei is allowed to go to Shuzhou alone, I am a little uneasy."

The corners of Fengbei's mouth curled slightly: "You are not at ease? ”

"Ahem, I'm not saying that I'm not worried about Sister Fengbei's strength, I mean, when you're out of the house, the weather is unpredictable, people's hearts are unpredictable, there is a word called 'accident', understand? It is impossible for everything to go well in the world, and it is impossible to be happy everywhere, the word accident is both annoying and pleasing. But if there are no accidents in life, what fun is there? ”

After Zheng Xiu finished speaking in one breath, even he felt that he was a little forced to break logic, but when he saw Feng Bei's expression, he listened to it with relish, and kept nodding his head in approval.

Well? It seems that flickering Fengbei... It's not as hard as you think?

Zheng Xiu put his mind at ease, so he saw the dagger, showed his sword, and said, "Why don't I let my father accompany you?" ”

Feng Bei tilted his head: "You mean, Zheng Xiu, or Zheng Shan?" ”

"Of course it's Zheng Shan."

Zheng Xiu planned to let Zheng Shan dispatch.

It's a bit of a bold idea.

But in the end, what Zheng Xiu never expected was that Fengbei agreed without thinking: "Yes." ”

"If Sister Fengbei, you have any scruples...... Wait, what did you just say? ”

Feng Bei bowed his head calmly: "Yes." ”

This...... Fengbei, are you agreeing too simply?

Don't you have the slightest precaution and no worries?

Young Master Zheng's eyes have always been opposite to Fengbei's eyes.

The two glared at each other for a while, and Feng Bei looked away.

Zheng Xiu thought for a while, and then said: "But my father is not your person after all, I'm afraid of ......"

Feng Bei shook his head, and his voice was full of undoubted resoluteness: "It's okay, I, have the final say." ”

This sentence talked about the topic to death, and Zheng Xiu prepared several sets of rhetoric at the beginning, but they didn't use it.

The result was happy, and Fengbei did not have the slightest suspicion.

Tonight, Fengbei is still staying at Zheng's house, and while there is still time, Zheng Xiu asked about the "fierce and auspicious" lower string.

"How does the next string compare to you?"

Feng Bei's answer was a bit interesting.

"If you only win or lose, I am not as good as him. If he lives and dies, he won't live for a moment. ”

"Sister Fengbei, you tell me more."

Feng Bei took the initiative to sit next to the young man and told the interesting stories in Ye Weiyang.

It turns out that the top thaumaturgist of the night is December, and there is a mechanism similar to "ranked battles". Those in the lower position can challenge the upper position under the premise of "dividing life and death", but they need the consent of the night master, and the internal call this kind of competition is called "ranked deathmatch", but in order to avoid losing manpower, most of the night masters will not agree to the "death match", and they have set an iron rule that members of the night must not fight privately.

Another mechanism for the upper position is that after the death of December and the vacant position, the Night Lord will issue a mission to all the stars or the lower December at the right time, such as this "cannibal painting" trick, and if you can finally solve this eucalyptus, you can be promoted to the vacant position, which is called "ranking competition" within the night.

Today's Xiaxian was a world-famous swordsman before he took the position, Gu Qiutang.

According to Fengbei, the door that Gu Qiutang stepped into was [Chivalry], which was a relatively common doorway, but the specific branch, Gu Qiutang didn't say, and no one knew.

Some people say that he has realized the thaumaturgy of "half-martial arts and half-strangeness" "not moving the knife", within a hundred steps of him, once Gu Qiutang poses motionlessly in a "no moving knife" posture, if the other party moves first, he can instantly appear behind the other party and kill him with one sword.

"Don't use the knife? If the enemy does not move, I will not move, and when the enemy moves, I will move first? "Zheng Xiu heard that there are strange things in the straight way, what kind of rules and restrictions can give birth to such a strange way thaumaturgy.

Feng Bei smiled: "As far as I know, when Gu Qiutang became famous twenty years ago, he devoted himself to studying the sword technique of preemptive strikes. Later, he found that he couldn't go any further when he fought with people. And he practiced his sword against a stone. He confronted the stone without eating, drinking, or moving for twenty days, and it coincided with a torrential rain, and the raindrops cracked the stone. ”

Zheng Xiuqi said: "Really fake? ”

Feng Bei also smiled: "Only he knows this." ”

In the first half, Zheng Xiu tested Fengbei's idea cautiously, and in the second half, he chatted about interesting things in the night, the two talked happily, and the smile on Fengbei's face was a little more than usual, and before he knew it, it was late at night, and there was a light snow in the sky, Zheng Xiu yawned, and was ready to go back to the room to change back to the large size to wash and sleep.

Walking around the corner of the corridor in Fengbei's eyes, Zheng Xiu rushed all the way to his room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard as a "teenager", a figure walked out of the shadows silently, and even Zheng Xiu didn't notice it at first.

He was a Brotherhood Assassin on duty, wearing a night hood and a sword in his sleeve.

"Ahem." The Zheng family's assassin's voice was a little embarrassed, pointing to the room with lights not far away, and said in a low voice: "Young master, please stay, if you want to find the master, the master will ...... tonight Seems a bit inconvenient. ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned, and the feeling of being stopped by his family at his home was inexplicably strange. But when he looked into the room, he could faintly see four pretty silhouettes, cast on the paper window, looming.

The loyal and dutiful assassin was afraid that the young master would not be sensible, so he blinked and reminded: "Young master, you don't want to, there are four late ladies missing for no reason, right?" ”