Previously, the fatal punch to Zhang Daqiu's chest from Sleepless did not cause any damage to the letter.

And now, on the bloody envelope, the familiar fonts, each like a needle, pierced his eyes.

After being silent for a long time, the thousand-pound envelope did not give him the courage to open it.

After searching his intestines and scraping his stomach, he found a reasonable reason, he smiled and comforted himself:

"When the old man was alive, he had connections in both black and white. What is it to call Zhang Daqiu a brother? It's just a momentary expediency! Why should I bother with mediocrity here! ”

He laughed and shook his head self-deprecatingly, his face was relaxed, but his hands were still trembling, and he searched for a while before he found the seal of the letter, tore it, took out the letter inside, and read it.

"My brother Zhang Daqiu: Zhan Xinjia.

Long story short. On the twenty-sixth day of September, a number of military quartermasters, not counting weapons, twelve or thirteen travelers, disguised as licensed goods and merchants in the countryside, absconded to the foot of the Black Elk Peak. The answer to the code is, my brother's prophetic words: It's too hot, you Langjun rest for a while? The receiver responded: September is heavy frost, for fear of catching a cold, dare to rest! The code is on the top, that is, the main one. As soon as this batch of ordnance arrives, my brother will be in Changsha and can sit back and relax.

Wu Zhangshi is also mixed in, and there are important things to interview, which is related to the foolish brother's plan, and I hope my brother will receive it.

Di Fanxi worshiped again, and the first year of Jiajing was held in Lushan, Jiangxi. ”

The letter paper slipped silently from his hand, and he was sleepless and stiff for a long time before he gradually stretched out.

It's all familiar handwriting. Because he has accompanied Luo Xiangzhu all the year round, Luo Xiangzhu's correspondence with Luo Fanxi has been taken and written by him many times, and he is naturally too familiar with it anymore.

And the Jiangxi Lushan mentioned in the place of payment reminded him of the rumors he heard in the Zhemei Inn when he was in the old street of Dongshi:

"A stubble from Lushan, Jiangxi Province came to report the funeral and said that Luofanxi died of illness on a certain peak of Lushan on a certain day in a certain year, a certain month; A stubble from ......"

In this way, the location seems to make sense.

He and Luo Xiangzhu received the bad news of Luo Fanxi's death, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15. This letter was written on the 15th day of July, just before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it makes sense from the perspective of time.

After carefully brushing through these twists and turns, his original incredulity, doubt, and inexplicable tearing feeling in his heart were temporarily put aside.

He gradually calmed down, picked up the letter that had fallen to the ground again, and looked at it from beginning to end, until a pheasant outside the window sounded, and he woke up like a dream.

He read the letter again and again, and in just a few sentences, he actually read it for most of the night, maybe a nap in the middle, but his brain never stopped thinking, and kept reviewing all the possibilities.

He got up from the ground, stretched, and suddenly heard a "bang", his shoulder blades loosened, and the lute bones felt the pleasure of the foreign body being discharged.

Looking back, a narrow steel needle more than two fingers long was nailed to the wall of the room, flickering in the faint oil light.

He walked over with a sneer, and with a slight grip of his two fingers, he brought the steel needle out of the wall, and the tip of the needle trembled slightly, humming and making a thin vibrating sound.

This needle is the Absolute Pulse Divine Needle that Lai Cong used to make his internal force.

Before he failed to retrograde the internal force and reverse the meridians, this needle almost made him fold, and now, he just stood up from the ground, and the internal force in his body easily forced this so-called magic needle out, which shows that the power before and after has changed greatly, and it is really incomparable.

He put away the Pulse Divine Needle and put it in his arms.

This needle may be useless for a master of his realm, but he doesn't mind using it on some people.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he flashed with murderous intent and looked out the window.

The pheasant reported the dawn, but it was still pitch black outside the window. Today's Chongyang Festival is already late autumn with short days and long nights. The sleepless eyes of the night flickered, the brightest and brightest star at the darkest and coldest dawn.

Because I had just taken a nap, my thinking at this time was extremely clear.

He thought about it carefully: Whether it is the handwriting, or the time and place, the author of this letter points to the master. If this can be determined, there are two main questions worth pondering:

First, as a tea merchant, why would the old man provide ordnance to a grass collet like Zhang Daqiu?

Second, it was mentioned in the letter that the important matter of Wu was related to the master's plan. What is the master's plan?

Combined with the ordnance mentioned in the letter, as well as what he saw and heard in the Zhemei Inn, could it be that the master's plan was actually a rebellion? Otherwise, Liu Chengkong would not have spread the rumor that the court had killed the master.

He sighed, only feeling extremely heavy, but also a little happy: the master's affairs are finally no longer blackened, and a clue has finally been revealed.

If you dig deeper into this clue, you may be able to find out the real cause of the master's death.

However, it is a pity that this clue is not something that he can figure out if he thinks about it here.

Unless you stay in the Black Elk Peak, you will not know until September 26, when the Wu Zhangshi and his party come and interrogate them carefully.

But now, Zhang Daqiu has been killed by him, and it is impossible to connect with Wu Zhangshi according to the arrangement in the letter; If he shows up, it means that he is the maid of the master's biological daughter, then Wu Zhangshi, are you willing to tell the truth?

"These things of the master must be secret, and they will not be easily passed on. Even if the young lady goes to confront Na Wu, I'm afraid the other party won't reveal it. ”

Sleepless at night, remembering that in the past few years, the old man had not mentioned the arms trade and the so-called big plan, so he shook his head again and again.

So, how do you find out what's going on?

I couldn't sleep at night, I couldn't do anything for a while, so I could only pace back and forth in the bamboo hut.

The floor of the bamboo house was not sturdy, and he walked back and forth, stepping on the floor crackling loudly.

There was a look of helplessness on his face.

If he hadn't seen this letter in Zhang Daqiu's arms, he would have already taken advantage of the night to rescue Luo Xiangzhu.

He will also find the place where Lai Cong lives, and use the Pulse Divine Needle to kill this scoundrel.

He will also use the recaptured loose sword to seal the throat of several bandit leaders of the Black Elk Gang with blood.

If he hadn't seen this letter, he would have been much more relaxed.

But since he saw this letter, he has more things to do, to bear.

At this time, a strange phenomenon caught his eye.

This is a very dark subtlety, ordinary looking, it is difficult to notice.

It was also because of a coincidence that he saw that the face of Zhang Daqiu's dead body had become a little unreal.

Between the skin and flesh of the face, there seem to be some bubbles, and by the dim light, you can vaguely see some black and red sediment in the bubbles.