Looking at the patrol captain who fell to the ground and was still crawling slowly, Fan Wenxuan indifferently walked up to make up for it, and shook the bright red on the dagger. He turned and walked towards the main house, as if he had just killed a few insignificant ants.

Above the sky, a dark cloud drifted in the distance, obscuring the moonlight. The whole house was plunged into darkness, which brought convenience to Fan Wenxuan's actions. Fan Wenxuan walked slowly in the darkness, and after a while, he saw a room that was still bright. Fan Wenxuan tightened the dagger in his hand, showing that he was not calm at the moment.

Pushing the door in, the light shone on Fan Wenxuan's expressionless face. A pair of calm eyes, staring indifferently at the room, a little bit of bright red stained on his face, looking cold and abnormal.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man was holding a book and reading it with relish. Because it was the end of summer, I was wearing only a single coat. Through the single clothes, I vaguely and deliberately saw several hideous wounds. In the flickering candlelight, you can still see the book in his hand full of dense words. You can also see a picture of the unclothed clothes between the flips, with the obscene smile on his face, and he has the image of a Sven scum.

A cold wind blew, and a chill climbed up his body. Gently putting down the book in his hand, the middle-aged man moved his stiff body for a moment, and muttered to himself: "It's getting late, let's rest..."

When I turned my head, I found that the door was wide open. A young man in a night suit was looking at him coldly, holding a dagger in his hand, and the blood stains on it had not been cleaned up.

A smell of blood wafted into his nose along the wind, and he quickly jumped out of the window next to him. Running straight out, he kept shouting, "Guard! Guard!"

During the shouting, the middle-aged man ran to the courtyard and saw the corpses of the guards lying on the ground, and he was frightened to the ground with a soft foot. A sound of footsteps came slowly from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that the young man had chased after him. The middle-aged man hurriedly took a few steps back, as if he could be safe if he stayed away from him.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? I have money... A lot of money... It's all for you..."

Fan Wenxuan didn't answer, in his opinion, talking to a dead man was something that was not necessary. Holding a dagger, he approached the middle-aged man step by step, and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent looked around at each other, as if looking for a place to start.

The middle-aged man was frightened, and a stench came from between his legs. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he could only hold the ground with both hands and keep retreating. After a while, I felt my back hit the cold wall, and a wave of despair rose from my heart. forcibly stopped his trembling body and threatened Fan Wenxuan:

"Your Excellency, you have thought about it. This is the headquarters of Tiancanglou, and it won't be a moment before a strong person arrives. ”

As he spoke, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Seeing that there was still no reaction on the other side, he changed the temptation again: "In this way, is Your Excellency for power or wealth? There are people behind us, as long as Your Excellency is not impulsive, everything is easy to say..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Wenxuan sent the dagger in his hand into his chest. The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe how this person could be so decisive.

At this moment, there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the distance. With a gust of wind, raindrops the size of beans fell on the ground. The middle-aged man lay weakly in the courtyard, and he could clearly feel that his life was dying. The young man in front of him was standing in front of him, cleaning the dagger very carefully.

"I'm here. Not for money, not for power. Just for the truth!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still alive, Fan Wenxuan bent down and whispered. Then he ripped off the black veil from his face and revealed a chuckle. The middle-aged man seemed to have seen something incredible, the boss with a long mouth, his eyes widened, and he said with all his strength: "Yes.... You ?chop.... Soul..."

After saying that, he tilted his head and there was no more life. Fan Wenxuan stood up, put the dagger back on his waist, and slowly walked to the study. The torrential rain poured down, drenching Fan Wenxuan's clothes, and the candlelight in the study was blown out by the wind at some point. In this heavy rain, it can be said that he couldn't see his five fingers, but Fan Wenxuan seemed to be used to it, and came to the study with a familiar car.

The candlelight was lit, and the light once again enveloped the room. Fan Wenxuan walked to the desk and sat down, groping around on the table with both hands, as if looking for something. Soon, Fan Wenxuan found a bulge in the secret place of the table. Pressing it gently, there was a sound of a mechanism rattling, and an entrance to the tunnel appeared on the ground in the middle of the room.

Fan Wenxuan's face flashed with joy, and he stood up and walked into the tunnel. Walking along the tunnel, Fan Wenxuan came to several bookcases. The bookcase was old, with a pile of letters on it. Some were still scattered on the ground, and Fan Wenxuan picked up one, only to find that the letters were not legible because of moisture.

Throwing away the letter, Fan Wenxuan walked inside. In the corner, Fan Wenxuan found a dilapidated iron box with a lilac feather engraved on it, and the iron lock was covered with rust. Fan Wenxuan pulled out the dagger at his waist and stuck it on the lock before he pried it open with a little force. There was a thick book inside, Fan Wenxuan took it out and put it on the ground next to him, and when he looked at it again, it was empty.

Gently blowing away the dust from the book, Fan Wenxuan solemnly opened the book, and his intuition told him that it was what he was looking for.

"In the 25th year of Feiyu calendar, the first emperor founded the Tianyu Pavilion, and took the cultivation of the advanced to obey the orders and used it to monitor the world. The following year, the Tiancang Pavilion was created. Take the ..... of the life of the weaker"

Turning the first page, Fan Wenxuan knew that this was what he was looking for. After flipping through again and again, Fan Wenxuan finally found the page he was looking for:

"In the year 542 of the Feiyu calendar, Tiancang Pavilion recruited new people and took the people of the capital crime.... The Zhang family is alone..... The Shi family is alone.... Fan Wenxuan...."

Reading this, Fan Wenxuan paused for a moment, looking at the lines of words and was speechless for a long time. He didn't expect that he relied on the only remaining memory to really find out, and he was still working for the enemy. A wave of anger rushed straight to Fan Wenxuan's head, his chest rose and fell violently because of his rapid breathing, and the books in his hands were also crumpled.

"Feiyu...."

Fan Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes were red, and he was obviously extremely angry. At this moment, Fan Wenxuan wanted to kill the Imperial City immediately, but reason told him that he couldn't do this. Now he is too weak to even have the ability to resist.

It was unwise to act rashly, so at this moment, Fan Wenxuan could only endure it, and could only look at the feather mark on the book with hatred and say, "Feiyu, you wait." Sooner or later, I'll make you pay!"

With that, Fan Wenxuan tore off the page and put it in his arms, turned around and walked out. When he walked back down the tunnel, Fan Wenxuan frowned, feeling as if something was not quite right, but he couldn't say it.

Walking out of the tunnel, the candle flame in the study is still on, and the rain at the end of summer comes and goes quickly. When he entered the tunnel, it was still raining heavily, but when Fan Wenxuan came out, he had already heard it. A gust of wind blew in through the window, bringing a hint of coolness after the rain.

Fan Wenxuan came to the window and stared at the night sky, the moon had poked its head out from behind the dark clouds, bringing a ray of light to the world. The scene in the courtyard is also revealed, and it is not as unrealistic as before.

"It seems... I've been discovered..."

Fan Wenxuan smiled bitterly and sighed. Because he found that the body of the middle-aged man had been touched. Fan Wenxuan hurriedly pulled out his dagger and rushed out.

"Soul slashing, where are you going?"

A voice came, followed by a flash of swords. Fan Wenxuan had an extra wound on his back, but Fan Wenxuan didn't dare to entangle it. Hurriedly grabbed the road and fled.