Thirty paused a little and looked at him. It had been an hour since Fang Cai's assassination, and it was obvious that Wan Xiyang's followers hadn't caused much trouble to Fifteen, not only did he get rid of his opponent and retreat, but he even had time to change his clothes, as if nothing had happened.

Except, his expression looked a little lacking in confidence, as if he couldn't hide his apprehension, and wrote all the strangeness on his face.

Thirty mumbled. "It's good to be back. ”

"Brother...... Fifteen seemed to want to say something, looking left and right, but swallowed the words again. Shaoqing has entered the house, but thirty has no intention of stopping. "You come in with me. He threw a sentence at Fifteen. "You guys, wait a little while. ”

Everyone looked at each other. There was nothing else in the house, only a secret room in the eclipse moon. Thirty called fifteen alone at this time—such a thing had never happened.

Fifteen followed him through the hall, turned around twice, and made sure that there was no one else, before he spoke again: "Brother, you listen to my explanation......" The assassination of Xia Chen was on the street, of course, he didn't have to expect Thirty to know about it. But Thirty ignored it. He walked fast, always with only one back to him, as if he didn't need any explanation.

"Brother ......" Fifteen still tried to finish the conversation before reaching the secret room, but Thirty interrupted him: "Have you been to the secret room?"

Fifteen had no choice but to shake her head. "Nope. ”

"Then you should learn how to get in. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and turned the wooden frame mechanism in the room one by one. Fifteen's face was slightly pale, obviously a little nervous: "Why did you bring me to the secret room?"

Thirty did not answer, the strings were all solved, and the secret door was opened. "Light that lamp a little. He gestured to the table. Fifteen didn't have a plan, he walked in according to his words and lit the only oil lamp.

The secret room was very small and empty, and at first glance, there was nothing good to hide, except for a booklet placed by the lamp, which seemed to be stained with lamp oil. Like Kurotake, Eclipse Moon's biggest secret is also a booklet. But the eclipse moon does not have any record of the task in the booklet - the eclipse moon does not do business, there is no need to keep records, on the contrary, they prefer that what they do not leave a trace, not even on paper.

So of course, Eclipse Moon doesn't need to record such a complex role. The booklet was written by only one person, the Chief of the Eclipse Moon, and it had only one content on it - the code name of the successor.

Each successor to the Eclipse Moon is designated by the previous Eclipse Moon Chief. On his first day in office, he writes down the code name of his successor – even if he doesn't know anything yet. Before leaving office, he could change his mind at any time and make any changes on the paper, and on the day he left this position, the rest of the Moon-Eating would enter the chamber and witness their new leader from this humble booklet.

Fifteen had never seen the booklet, but that didn't mean he didn't know what it was for. He turned his head to look at thirty. "Brother, this ......"

"You open it and take a look. ”

"This is not the time to open it. Fifteen obviously knows the rules very well, "Besides, I can't open it alone." ”

"I said yes. "Thirty," you open. ”

Fifteen hesitantly reached out and turned the page. He suddenly realized something at this moment—he looked up suddenly. "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The thirty in front of him, his figure seemed to tremble slightly, as if he had succumbed to the cold of this winter. But cold sweat still flowed down his forehead, as if a great pain was rushing in his body. Fifteen dropped the booklet, "Brother?" He approached, and suddenly saw his left hand, the one that was bleeding unstoppable, and at some point it was covered with pitch-black veins.

"You're poisoned?what's the matter?" he grabbed Thirty's hand, but Thirty's right hand had already pinched his wrist firmly, "Don't touch it." But this pinch, as if all the strength to hold on to this point had been completely exhausted, and the body of thirty sank, and the dark ash of the end of the road only invaded his face in an instant.

Fifteen is by no means helpless, how can a thirty who has lost his strength stop him again, he broke out with his backhand, caught the body of thirty falling with one hand, and tore his left sleeve without hesitation with the other hand - sure enough, the strange black color was rushing upwards rapidly. The poisonous wound in the palm of his hand was untouchable, but he was not so frightened that he retreated, and at the moment he sealed the blood on his shoulders with his heavy hands, and firmly tied his sleeves around his upper arms. "There must be a way for the ninth of the first month, and there must be a way for the ninth of the first month. He did not stop, but walked to the front room after taking up thirty.

"Fifteen ......" and thirty shivered, as if because of the cold, as if because of the pain, "You see it......"

"What the hell are you going to do, what we can't solve!" fifteen couldn't help but roar. He knew what Thirty meant—he had seen the code name written down by Thirty at a glance of the book—but he didn't want to answer now.

Thirty gasped over his shoulder, "You can see what you see now...... Tell them. ”

"I didn't see a word. "Fifteen doesn't know what else to say. He bit his lip and walked more and more urgently. His intuition told him that the poison in his body was fierce this time, and even the ninth day of the "Eating Moon" who was the best at using poison might not be able to deal with it. He saw snow leaking in through the narrow gap between the front hall and the secret room, and it was sporadically cold. But the coldest thing was the blood-like hand, which hung down on his chest, and the coolness permeated his heavy clothes.

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"No, there's too much blood loss. Shen Fengming had sweat on his forehead. The hideous spear head had been taken out and put aside, but--the crimson stained white silk cloth, and the medicine that was a drop in the bucket couldn't stop the blood gushing out of Xia Chen's chest, the despair of losing and regaining, and losing again made him almost crazy, but he couldn't give up yet.

"Jun Chao, Jun Chao. Cheng Fangyu helped him press the wound while calling anxiously. The young man who had woken up slightly from severe pain fell asleep again, like a stone sinking into the deep pool of death, so fast that he could not see a trace.

The south window suddenly opened a big opening. The cold wind rushed into the already extremely cold Zuo Hall, and Hula brought in a splash of snow. Cheng Fang looked back more and more violently - there was a gray shadow that swirled into the window at the same time as the wind and snow. "What kind of person!" he subconsciously stood up and stood in front of Shen Fengming and Xia Chen—there should be someone from Lujiazhuang outside, but he didn't make a sound, and the more Cheng Fang knew, this must not be easy to match. At this time, Shen Fengming's hand to treat the wound could not leave - he knew that if people saw it, the fact that Xia Chen was not dead would definitely not be hidden, so no matter what, he had to stop them with this single hand.

The candles in the near distance and the sky in the distance blurred the shadows that burst into the room. "Shen Fengming?" the person who came ignored Cheng Fangyu's obstruction, strode forward, and called Shen Fengming's name. The candlelight on the side of the couch reflected on this person's gray face, and Cheng Fang suddenly saw his face clearly, and exclaimed angrily: "It's you!"

Before he could say more, he struck the Gray Shadow head-on with his right hand. "That's the person!" he shouted at Shen Fengming, "It's him, assassin!"

The two words have already revealed the identity of the person who came - the man who suddenly broke in was the fifteenth person who had just assassinated Xia Chen on the street. Fifteen didn't answer him, and turned sideways to avoid it: "Shen Fengming! I'm not here to do it, give me my brother's antidote!"

Shen Fengming couldn't leave Xia Chen behind, and his subordinates sped up bandaging. He had caught a glimpse of a man on his back, his head hanging over his shoulder—he could not make out for a moment the appearance of thirty, but the arm—the arm that was bare and black-filled in the bitter winter, showed that he had been poisoned, and perhaps—there was no salvation at all.

This kind of poisonous sign is so familiar, there is no other one but the Netherfly. He was puzzled for a moment. He asked himself if he had ever poisoned Thirty. But—at the sight of his gloves, he suddenly realized. When he started with Thirty, he was extremely angry, and his mind was out of control for a moment, and his internal force overflowed unconsciously, and the poisonous breath or at that moment overflowed the blade, and the wound in the palm of Thirty's hand invaded his body. Xia Chen's blood surge stopped for a while, and he had time to get up. "Come for an antidote?" he was full of cold hatred, and when he saw this state of thirty, he only felt happy, and peeled off his gloves and flashed into the battle formation, "I'm afraid that he won't die—don't go, leave your life behind!"

Cheng Fang saw him meddling, quietly retreated, and stood by Xia Chen's side instead of Shen Fengming. The boy was still in a deep coma, and the new bandage on his chest was still oozing color little by little. I didn't know if I could pass this level, and this murderer came again, no matter whether Shen Fengming could take this person down and take revenge on the spot, after this delay, Xia Chen's situation would only get worse.

Fifteen saw that Shen Fengming was not good, and hurriedly said: "Xia Chen, I did this, my brother didn't know anything about it-you save him first, and then I will explain to you!"

Shen Fengming didn't answer at all. Xia Chen was critically injured, he felt very guilty in his heart, and suddenly the enemy was sent to the door again, how could he still let it go, as for the words of the fifteenth, he didn't believe a word, not only did he not stop, but the dagger on his left sleeve had also slipped out, and the double dagger became more and more phantom like "stars", attacking the fifteen-sided door.

Fifteen had no choice but to say: "Isn't he still dead!" There was a person on his back, and his body technique was not used to the extreme, he knew that it would be difficult to deal with it if he went down, Yu Guang glanced at Xia Chen's injury, and gritted his teeth: "I will protect him from death, you give my brother an antidote, okay!"

The tip of Shen Fengming's "bone-penetrating" blade had almost touched fifteen eye sockets, and the latter's surprise that he did not retreat or avoid the truth during this dangerous move exchange was so surprising that Shen Fengming paused when he heard this. "How?" he stared into Fifteen's eyes, spitting out only three words, as if - he only gave his opponent three words time to think.

"I have brothers who are traumatized. ”

"Also here?" Shen Fengming still only had three words. Xia Chen is in danger, even though there are many medical saints in the world who are good at treating external injuries, he can no longer afford to wait.

"Here. Fifteen's reply was shorter than his reply.

These two words made Cheng Fang wake up more and more, and he walked quickly to the window and looked out. Shen Fengming also knew what this meant. He has learned the method of eating the moon, if there are many people who come-he and Cheng Fangyue-even if he presses the entire Lujiazhuang-he may not be able to please him.

"This is not the first time we have negotiated conditions. I don't want to threaten you. Fifteen seemed to see through what he was thinking. "But if my brother dies, don't even think about leaving Lujiazhuang today. ”

Shen Fengming looked into his eyes. Truly. It wasn't the first time he had seen these eyes. He knew him. On the night of the lunar eclipse more than a year ago, when he caught the suddenly ill thirty and tried to break through, it was the person in front of him who stood up first and shouted at him. Thirty said that the people who had shouted that day were no longer in the eclipse of the moon—and now it seems that this was not the case.

He wasn't a threat, but he was, a threat. He remembered that Cheng Fangyu and Mrs. Lu were talking about his vigorous assassination of Xia Chen. He also remembered the night of the lunar eclipse when he abandoned the stone fire and lightning of his blade. He made a decision almost instantaneously.

"Good. Shen Fengming accepted the dagger, "You keep Xia Chen fine, I'll let your brother live." ”