Xia Yan's eyes finally fell on this book.

He had seen this booklet for a long time, but because the cover was wordless and the content had been altered, he always thought it was a draft of Zhang Gongchang, and he never read it carefully. Now, he had sorted out all the official files of the helmsman, put them in a box, and was ready to move out of the inner city—and when he came back to this "draft" to seek confirmation, he suddenly realized that the "draft" was not left by Zhang Gongchang.

Because the handwriting is completely different.

There were not many people who had been able to come to the helm of the inner city, and since it was not Zhang Gongchang's handwriting, nor was it the Vermilion Bird or Shen Fengming that he was familiar with, he could only speculate that it was Yu Rui who left it.

He sat down and looked through it. Yu Rui probably didn't expect to stay here for such a short time, he wanted to record something, but he hadn't even had time to think about how to record it. In the few pages that were written and crossed, the only names that were not fully crossed out — or, rather, code names — were recognizable.

Xia Yan had never heard of these names or code names. Even though he had now looked at all the rosters of the Black Bamboo Society that he had asked for from Song Ran, he hadn't found a correspondence from them. Maybe these people are long gone, so early that the records about them can only be sealed in a few boxes that the recorder can't open; what Wu Tiantong said may be true? These people were erased from Heizhu's memory because they didn't choose to follow Ling Li back then.

If so, what did Yu Rui want to do when he wrote their names?

Xia Yan initially guessed that Yu Rui wanted to gather his remnants of the previous year. But on closer inspection, those that followed and crossed out after each name were without exception words such as "died in a certain place in a certain year and a certain month". It was only then that the back really chilled—Yu Rui was just recalling the old people who had died in the middle of the night. Out of nostalgia or out of a sense of ritual, he wrote down the names, recorded their deaths, and crossed them out.

The list is not long, I don't know if Yu Rui remembered not many people, or if he didn't have time to finish it. Xia Yan saw that the last line was conspicuously marked with a code name called "Thoroughness"—the handwriting suddenly became as sharp and sharp as the name, as if some emotion came out but stopped abruptly—he wasn't even sure if it was a person, or if Yu Rui really remembered some heart-wrenching pain when he wrote this.

Before those two words could be erased, they were abruptly left on the paper, like all unfinished legends, left in the cracks of the old fingers.

-----

A real killer never needs a sharp edge, as long as it can penetrate the enemy's muscles and bones.

Just like the name of the dagger on the stone table of the floating pavilion at this moment - "through the bones".

"I can't imagine that after eighteen years, I will be able to see this dagger again. Ouyang Xin sighed.

"I can't imagine that eighteen years later, there will be younger generations who will remember the 'bones'. Wu Tiantong also sighed.

Only Shi Zhijian was silent. He lifted the jar beside him, tore off the seal, and poured a whole jar of clear liquor over the dagger. The smell of wine was overflowing, drunk and intoxicating, and the gray short blade was shining and shining, as if they were also drinking alcohol together, just like the sinking and floating in Shi Zhijian's eyes, as if some memory was passing by one after another.

Wu Tiantong and Ouyang Xin also gloomed, and in just a moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be blurred.

"Yes, he is the best wine...... Wu Tiantong smiled bitterly, "If he is still alive and knows that we have recovered his dagger, he will not give up if he doesn't invite each of us to drink a few bowls......"

Shen Fengming seemed to know that he was good at wine, and before he came out, he asked me to bring the wine. Ouyang Xin said, "Even if it is for this dagger and this jar of wine, we must be provoked by him and get rid of Cheng Fanghe." ”

"Zhijian, you speak about this matter. Wu Tiantong said, "'Thorough' is your own brother, whether you want to do it this time, you have the final say." ”

Shi Zhijian slowly put down the empty jar, reached out to the handle, held it firmly in his palm, and raised his wrist to erect it for a long time. "I hate my own mediocre qualifications, and my skills after many years of hard work are not as good as one of my brother's top ten--but now Gu Shizhong and Cheng Fangyu-one of the two enemies has died, if I don't do it this time, I'm afraid that the opportunity to slash the second enemy will slip away! What kind of gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late, we have been waiting for eighteen years! Today, since Shen Fengming sent the dagger, whether he wants it to be returned to its original owner or to use it to provoke each other, I will definitely use my brother's dagger to avenge this blood revenge with my own hands!"

"Well, since you've decided, Grey Moth and I will always be with you. The expression on Wu Tiantong's face seemed to be a kind of relief.

Shi Zhijian looked up at the two of them. He didn't have to say anything—after twenty years of being a brother, he knew that the death of the bones was not an unforgettable hatred for both of them, and he knew that there was no need to express gratitude in words.

"Shen Fengming said that he wanted us to wait for his internal response. Ouyang Xin reminded, "The more difficult it is for Cheng Fang to travel far, although without the help of Qinglong Valley, we must also be strictly guarded, we must not act recklessly." I've been waiting for eighteen years, and I don't care about these five days. ”

"Then you can rest assured. Wu Tiantong said, "If you can't sink this bit of anger, wouldn't it be in vain to wait for the opportunity of the past eighteen years - it's close at hand, but you can't be in a hurry, Zhijian, are you right?"

Shi Zhijian nodded. "How to behave, as it has always been—is up to your discretion. ”

"Since there is an internal response, this matter is not difficult. I think Cheng Fangyue and his people come here, and he always has to go out of the camp to meet with the Phantom Realm, as long as he knows his whereabouts, he has the opportunity to get close to him - the kung fu of Zhijian's dagger has made great progress over the years, and he has dismantled Cheng Fangyu's kung fu one by one, specializing in restraint, not to mention a sneak attack, even if he is a head-on opponent, he will not worry about his life. We only want to kill one of him, me and the gray moth, the two of us, just make sure that you go safe and sound, and go safe and sound. ”

"As soon as Cheng Fang dies, the more than 200 people in the Qinglong Sect will not be worried. Ouyang Xin said, "Shen Fengming should be well arranged in the next few days, and when we succeed, he will also act at the same time to attack the Phantom Realm—so the time must not be wrong, it all depends on the joint of the internal response." But now that we have been expelled from the Black Bamboo Society again, we can only avoid it first, and wait for Shen Fengming to go back and find out Xia Yan's tone. I thought about it for a while - Xia Yan's wedding is imminent, as long as he wins the Phantom Realm this time, he shouldn't be able to pursue this matter too much. It's just that we won't be able to go back to the town in the future - without the protection of the Black Bamboo Society, the Blue Dragon Sect Leader will not be able to let us go. ”

"If it's far away, don't think about it...... Shi Zhijian said, "I just hope ...... This time it really went well. ”

"You have so little confidence in yourself?" Wu Tiantong smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not about assassinating Cheng Fangyu. Shi Zhijian said, "It's Heizhu's mission this time, and I always have a sense of foreboding." ”

"How?"

"The name of this mission is 'Shuangqin', have you forgotten that when the town was bloodied eighteen years ago, there was a piano sound of unknown origin?"

He swallowed his saliva, as if the fear of eighteen years had passed: "You were not in the town at the time, and the impression must not be deep, but I can hear it clearly—the sound of the harp was like a thunderous wind as soon as it appeared, like an angry King Kong, and the whole town seemed to be suppressed by it for a moment. At first, I thought it was someone from the Qinglong Sect who played the piano, but later, the sound became more and more poignant, like a hundred crows screaming, ten thousand ghosts howling, and those who heard it were terrified, unspeakable, and I found that the Qinglong Sect seemed to be unable to take the sound, so they set a fire and hurriedly withdrew. ”

"I remember that. Ouyang Xin continued, "The sound of the piano is indeed strange and unlucky, two days after I came back, I still heard the residual sound around the beam and refused to cut off, which made people crazy, but I searched all over the town, and I never found the source of the sound of the piano, and now I think about it, I still feel that my hair stands on end." ”

"It's a pity that no one in Heizhu today has personally experienced this, otherwise how would they dare to name a task like this—one qin is already like this, and two qins—wouldn't they have to never be reborn?"

Ouyang Xin groaned and looked at Wu Tiantong, "Hanging River, why don't you speak?"

Wu Tiantong said, "That day, Murong Gongzi died tragically, the town was bloody, and the sound of the piano sounded at that time, although I didn't hear it with my own ears, but I thought about it-it must be like the sorrow of the soul of the underworld, which makes people lose their souls." But where are there really ghosts and demons in this world, no matter how terrible it is, it is always just a matter of mortals. ”

"And what do you mean?"

Wu Tiantong shook his head, "It's nothing, I've just been wondering where Shen Fengming learned about this." ”

"I've thought about it—it should have been Brother Yu Rui who told him. Ouyang Xin said, "When Brother Yu Rui was in charge a while ago, it was rumored that Shen Fengming had been very close to him. ”

"Maybe. Wu Tiantong was a little absent-minded. "But how do you explain the dagger?"

"The Lost Dagger went to Brother Yu Rui's that morning and came back drunk—I thought at the time that the dagger was probably left on the eldest brother's side by him drunk. It's just that he died later, and the eldest brother was also in prison, and the dagger could only be whereabouts. The eldest brother had to get out of prison a while ago, he would definitely want to gather us old people, and it may not be convenient for him to come forward, and he may secretly instruct Shen Fengming to bring a token to contact us. Of course, 'thorough' is this token, but I didn't expect that before the matter came to pass, the eldest brother was trapped in the prison again, and this matter was not something that Shen Fengming could not reverse. ”

"If that's the case......" Shi Zhijian's eyes lit up, "Then Shen Fengming gave us the dagger this time, in fact, he is hinting to us, although the situation has changed, he is still on our side - it is Yu Rui's big brother - so he is not from the fierce faction!"

"Nice, nice. Ouyang Xin also said, "I'm just thinking, how can he disobey Xia Yan's will and let us assassinate Cheng Fangyu." If he was on our side from the beginning, it would be easy to explain - killing Cheng Fang is also a knot in Yu Rui's heart. So he is of the same mind as us!"