The topic returned to Gyeonggi, the public lost the mansion.

Xie Yu read at night in the room, he spread the "Secret of the Wooden Machine" on the case, picked up the oil fire, and read it carefully.

He reads slowly, holding a wolf pen in his right hand, stained with ink, and his left hand resting on a piece of daylily paper... Whenever I came to a place where I was puzzled, I would stop and draw a picture on the paper to make annotations.

It is always easy to ignore time when people are serious, and it is always more difficult than usual to perceive external interference.

Xie Yu tightened his eyebrows, for reading, he is talented, and he can never forget ten lines at a glance... But this book has a strange ability to slow down his thoughts and slow down his reading speed indefinitely.

He has so much he can't understand... What this book does is too imaginative.

For example, the black powder that can cause thunder... Grotesque weapons that look like long crossbows, four-wheeled carriages that look like horse-drawn carriages, but don't use horse-drawn carriages, and some strange things, even the annotations make people seem to understand what they don't understand.

Xie Yu didn't think that these could be counted in the category of woodworking.

He wanted to stop and think, but the contents of the book made him sink deeper and deeper.

'Cluster'....

An arrow broke his thoughts.

'Knock'......

Before Xie Yu could come back to his senses, the arrow came to Xie Yu, and the arrow pierced straight through the daylily paper he had just annotated and inserted into the case.

Xie Yu was in a daze, and the feathers of the arrow tail were still trembling in front of his eyes.

This arrow had just almost killed him........

Immediately, Xie Yu made the most correct judgment... He extinguished the oil fire with his right hand, and quickly fell down under the case, secretly slamming himself to prevent the cold arrow from coming again.

But Xie Yu waited for a long time, and he didn't find any movement. He was a little puzzled, and the energy around his body was radiated to detect the movement outside the house.

'Tan 赜 (zé) Suo Yin'...........

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Xie Yu's Qi is like a tentacle, seeping out from the cracks in the windows and eaves, exploring. Then he kept conveying messages to Xie Yu, and one by one items appeared in Xie Yu's mind after being covered by Qili, the leaves covering the ground, the insects and ants carrying the grain, the nests of the birds on the trees... The eaves, the stairs, the pillars...

As the Qi power spread the distance, Xie Yu's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. ...............

Nothing... Nothing suspicious appeared.

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Xie Yu didn't understand what was going on... He could only deduce from this that the arrow stuck in his case was just a warning to him.

But before he could relax, a shock wave stepped into his senses.

Immediately afterwards, irregular and non-specific frequency seismic waves continued to emerge... And in his mind, a figure also appeared.

That's the old gentleman of the public transport house... He was running towards his room.

Something happened in the house?

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That was his first reaction.

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It must have something to do with this arrow.

This is his speculation.

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Xie Yu took back the scattered 'Detective Suoyin', got up from under the case, and took out a fire fold from his sleeve.

Unfolded it, and with a gentle blow, the arrow nailed to his annotation appeared in front of his eyes again... He noticed that the end of the arrow was tied with a silk ribbon.

He immediately reached out and untied the string that bound the silk cloth and removed it for inspection.

There were a few words written on the strip of cloth.

"Tomb of the Western Suburbs"

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