Late at night.

All camp guards the backyard.

Qin Song, the chief bookkeeper of the case library, sat in front of the bookcase, and finally finished sorting out the case file at hand, yawning, stretching his waist, and breathing a long sigh of relief.

But as soon as he looked up, he found that there was already a man standing at the door, a young man dressed in coarse cloth and carrying a horsewhip in his hand.

Thin, motionless, looking at him.

"Huh? Who are you? When did you come in? ”

Qin Song was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked.

The young man didn't speak, he still stared at Qin Song so directly, as if he wanted to see through Qin Song at a glance.

"Ask you! Which house are you a coachman?! ”

"Come to pick up Luo Ping?!"

Qin Song looked at the young man puzzled, raised his voice, and continued to ask.

"Your name is Qin Song?"

As the young man spoke, he took a step and walked to the bookcase, and sat directly opposite Qin Song.

"You're not a coachman?! It's not here to pick up Luo Ping! ”

"Who are you?!"

Qin Song's face sank, looked at the young man coldly, and asked in a deep voice.

Although he is now an idle petty officer in the capital guard, after all, he was the commander of the capital camp guard ten years ago, and he still has the vision he should have.

"A passer-by seeking the truth."

The young man leaned back in his chair, his hands on his horsewhip on his knees, and his voice was calm, as if he were chattering about homely things.

"What truth?"

Qin Song narrowed his eyes and sank his face, with a hint of vigilance between his eyebrows.

Being able to avoid the heavy patrols of the capital guards and swaggering in front of him is enough to see that the young man in front of him is not simple.

"I want to ask you about an old incident that happened fifteen years ago, I wonder if you still remember?"

The young man looked at Qin Song and continued, his tone still steady.

Fifteen years ago?!

Hearing the young man's words, Qin Song couldn't help but shrink his pupils, recalling a past that could have been forgotten.

"Go on."

Qin Song took a deep breath and quietly put his right hand under the bookcase as he spoke.

"Fifteen years ago, did the prince of the East Palace really rebel against Lichang? Is it a conspiracy?! Or is the evidence conclusive?! ”

The young man stared at Qin Song's eyes and asked word by word.

Hearing the young man's question, Qin Song couldn't help but be shocked, and his face turned pale instantly.

But then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and looked the young man up and down again, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"You're from the past?"

Qin Song paused, looked at the young man, and became serious.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what the truth really is? Would you like to say? ”

The young man did not answer, and continued to ask questions.

"There is no truth, and there will be no truth."

"Whether you are an old man or not, fifteen years have passed, and everything is meaningless."

"I'm old, and I can't remember a lot of things, but I know that Prince Lichang did secretly cultivate private soldiers back then, and the evidence is conclusive!"

"Whether he rebelled or not, it was a capital offense!"

Qin Song shook his head and spoke eloquently, as if recalling many past events.

Hearing Qin Song's answer, the young man couldn't help frowning, and his expression was a little struggling.

Obviously, this was not the answer he wanted, or rather, not the answer he expected.

"You go, I can act as if you never came tonight, and don't think about it anymore, it won't make any sense."

"It's better to be alive than dead."

Seeing that the young man was struggling, Qin Song sighed and said helplessly.

"Really?"

"But there are people who are alive, but they are no different from dead."

"And some people are dead, but many people want them to live!"

The young man calmed down, and his voice became cold.

"So, you're here to kill me?"

Qin Song smiled, looked at the young man, and asked slowly.

"In my eyes, you are already a dead man, because I swore on Broken Yin Mountain that no one who participated in that incident back then would want to escape."

The young man looked at Qin Song coldly, and his eyes already showed killing intent.

"It seems that you are indeed from the past."

"I should have expected that this day would come sooner or later, fifteen years, I thought that hiding here would be able to draw a line with the past, but now it seems that I have thought things simple."

"Can you tell me, are you a descendant of the Qingmen or a descendant of the Xuanmen?"

Qin Song smiled bitterly and asked slowly.

Blue Gate?

Genmon?

Hearing these two unfamiliar words, the young man obviously frowned again, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

But at the moment when he was puzzled, Qin Song had already stretched out his right hand under the bookcase and suddenly leaned forward!

A few strange sounds sounded instantly, and I saw several sharp arrows suddenly fly out like lightning under the bookcase, and quickly shot at the young man's chest and face!

There is a trap!

Seeing the sharp arrows whistling in, the young man kicked the bookcase, and the whole person volleyed backwards in the air, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack of the sharp arrows!

Swift movements, as light as a swallow!

At the same time, the huge bookcase also forced Qin Song, who was sitting at the other end, to fall backwards again and again, and he was about to crash into the wooden frame behind him!

Immediately afterwards, I saw Qin Song suddenly wave a palm, and actually slapped the reversed bookcase into two in response, stomped on the ground with both feet, jumped up, and quickly attacked the young man who had just landed!

To his surprise, the young man had dodged all of the venom-stained arrows!

From the day he hid here, the mechanism had been set up!

But what surprised him even more was that before he rushed to the young man, he saw that the young man had already greeted him like a ghost, and the speed was incredible!

A muffled snort sounded, and Qin Song's two arms were all restrained by the youth, and with a crisp sound, they were screwed off!

Immediately afterwards, the young man's wrist flicked, and the horsewhip in his right hand was already tightly wrapped around Qin Song's neck!

"Your move..."

"You're not from Qingxuanmen, you're..."

While struggling to pull away the horsewhip wrapped around his neck, Qin Song squeezed out a few words intermittently, and his face had turned black and purple.

From the young man's moves, he seems to have seen the origin of the youth!

That precise trick was the stunt of the national teacher Pang Xun back then!

But the young man didn't leave Qin Song any respite, jumped up, directly hung Qin Song on the beam with a horsewhip, and then pulled hard!

"My name is Liwuji!"

As the words fell, the young man slowly let go of his right hand.

I saw that Qin Song, who was hanging on the beam, was already limp and limpable, dangling straight and straight, and could no longer make a sound.

He's dead.

He may or may not have heard the last words of the youth.

"Who's in there?!"

"Lord Qin?!"

At that moment, there was a sudden shout outside the door, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of weapons unsheathed.

The young man was expressionless, no longer lingering, and without hesitation, he broke through the door and entered the officers and soldiers of the capital camp who rushed to hear the movement!

As screams rang out, people kept falling!

Under the cover of night, the blood all over the ground once again baptized the Yamen of the capital camp!

After a long time, the bloodied coachman fought his way through the bloody road and disappeared into the night.

When Luo Ping, the current commander of the capital camp guard, arrived, he found that Qin Song's body had already begun to stiffen, and he had no skills to return to the sky.

...

Cloud Palace.

Inside the main hall.

The sleeping Empress Xiaoyun was woken up, and looked at Leng Yue, the envoy of the Five Elements Division, who was kneeling in the hall, and Luo Ping, the commander of the Du Ying Guard, with a gloomy and terrible face.

"Empress Qi, the Jin Xing Si made Qian Jiang encounter a sneak attack when he was tracking down Lingtu, and he died in battle."

"Empress Qiyu, the former commander of the capital guard, and the current chief bookkeeper of the capital camp guard, Qin Song, is in the case library... Killed..."

Leng Yue and Luo Ping, who were kneeling on the ground, trembled and reported back, their faces pale.

"Where's the murderer?!"

The empress kept a calm face and squeezed out three words from between her teeth.

"The one who killed Qianjiang was a beggar, and his whereabouts are now unknown, it is a dereliction of duty, please punish the empress!"

"The one who killed Qin Song was a coachman, about thirty years old, and he worked hard to arrest him, but in the end he was escaped by this person, it was a dereliction of duty, please punish the empress!"

Leng Yue and Luo Ping looked helpless and pleaded guilty one after another.

"Rubbish!"

After hearing this, the empress's face instantly turned red and hysterical.

Overnight, a Jinxing envoy and a former commander of the capital camp guard died, and her majesty was once again challenged.

Leng Yue and Luo Ping fell to their knees, trembling all over, not daring to say anything more, they already hated those two murderers in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to eat their flesh and gnaw their bones!

But what they didn't know was that the real murderer had already turned into a white dress at this time, and was returning to the Nine Netherworlds in a small boat...