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Finally, he found a rusty sword.

The Rusty Sword of the Book Saint.

He stretched out his left hand and leaned over to pick up the rusty sword.

Since he is going to die, he will also die under the sword of the book saint, perhaps in this way, death can be regarded as some comfort for him.

And just as he was about to pick up the rusty sword, he suddenly heard a person shout coldly: "Just because you are also worthy of the sword of the Book Saint?!"

Immediately after, a puff of silver light burst out from the forest.

The fat man's miserable white palm that was about to touch the rusty sword suddenly retracted, and his body swept backwards, flashing all the silver rays, and shouted, "Who?!"

Between the dense forests, the ancient trees are towering.

A figure dressed in red walked out from behind a giant tree, her body was so light, like a gust of wind could blow her down, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, her big eyes flashed with cold light, although her appearance was not beautiful, but it was beautiful, but it was beautiful, I felt pity.

This mysterious woman seems to be weak, but between her clear eyes, there is a hidden aggressive majesty, which makes people feel small.

She walked out slowly, and said, "Since he said that he wants you to die, then it is good for you to die, why do you want to defile the rusty sword of the Book Saint?"

"I ...... I ......"

The mysterious woman in red shouted, "You, what are you!"

"The more you live, the more you pollute this valley. ”

As she spoke, her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in an instant, the water-red long sleeves flew out like flowing clouds, and there was a cold dagger hidden in the middle of it, and when the long sleeves hit him, the dagger quietly pierced his heart.

Then, she walked to Shu Xiaoshu's corpse, her eyes staring at his deep face, in the mud, a willow leaf stuck to his cheek at some point, and the green of the willow leaf lined his pale complexion.

The woman in red's eyes flashed, and her gaze fell on the hand of the book saint, his hand was clenched tightly, it looked a little bulging and convex, and the thing in the palm of his hand seemed to be deformed by the force.

With a slight touch of her slender hand, the book saint's hand spread out softly.

It was a golden order engraved with the word 'hidden', but at this moment it had changed shape.

The word 'hidden' was printed upside down on the palm of his hand, and the piercing blood slowly flowed through the palm prints......

A 'hidden' word made of blood.

The book saint, such a fall, is really sad.

She got up, went into the cabin, took out the Sage's wife, laid them side by side, and wrapped them together with her long water-red sleeves, and carried them out of the valley on her back.

Since this valley is known to the people of the hidden veins, it is obviously not safe to bury them here.

I had to find another secluded place that would not be disturbed by outsiders.

It was the only thing she could do.

......

On the vast land of the Holy Continent, anyone who has seen and heard about it will not know about Dengyun Tower, and no one will not be impressed by it.

Although it is only a place to buy and sell messages.

It is very simple to do business with Dengyunlou, the news they sell never bargains, on the contrary, the price set by the person who sells the news, Dengyunlou will never shorten the other party.

The owner of Dengyun Tower, named Fang Yuan, has a pair of very bright smiling eyes, and he also smiles when he is not smiling.

However, at this moment, he was standing in front of a crystal roulette wheel in the secret room with a sad face, the crystal roulette was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by colorful aura, and on the roulette wheel, some strange patterns and patterns were depicted, which was indescribably mysterious.

Fang Yuan was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "It seems that there is going to be a distinguished guest visiting tonight. ”

After a pause, he said, "Get ready." ”

"Yes. Outside the secret room, a child responded.

Dengyun Tower is nine storeys high, it is also called the nine-storey sky tower, each floor is extremely vast, there are countless pavilions, but on the highest floor, there is only one attic, named, Xuanji Pavilion.

Fang Yuan was already waiting in the Xuanji Pavilion early.

The golden black fell in the west, and the jade rabbit rose in the east.

Darkness surrounded the Xuanji Pavilion from all directions, and the lights in the pavilion were flickering.

Fang Yuan was still waiting, quietly sipping tea, as if there was nothing worth his anxiety in his heart.

Suddenly, someone in the darkness laughed: "It's really disrespectful to let the owner of Fang Lou wait for a long time." ”

Fang Yuan took a sip of tea and said, "If it's really valuable news, even if you wait a little longer, it's still worth it." ”

The person didn't know when he entered the Xuanji Pavilion, the ghost flashed, and his figure appeared in front of Fang Yuan, he was wearing a wide pitch-black cloak, and the whole person was buried in the dark, looking unspeakably mysterious and terrifying.

It was the man in black.

The man in black stretched out his somewhat white fingertips from his sleeve robe, knocked on the table, and said casually: "The tea in Dengyunlou has always been the best. ”

Fang Yuan raised his hand, and outside the attic, a little boy walked slowly and placed a cup of tea in front of the man in black.

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Your Excellency came to visit late at night, I don't know what news you want to sell in our building?"

The man in black sipped the tea slowly, and said, "Where is the old landlord?"

Fang Yuan said: "My father is unwell and is recuperating. ”

The man in black put down the cup in his hand, shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid this business can only be done if the old landlord comes." ”

The corners of Fang Yuan's mouth were still smiling: "Your Excellency......"

The man in black intercepted: "Hehe, the owner of Fang Lou is now in his prime, and it is a good thing to have a good appetite, but ......"

He paused, groaned slightly, and said, "It's better to be modest, after all, being too fat is not good for your health." ”

Fang Yuan's heart sank, and he knew that he couldn't say any more.

Outside the attic, an old and hoarse voice came: "Yuan'er, you go down." ”

The person who came was dressed in a snow-white robe, with gray hair, a thin face, and a bamboo pole in his hand, which looked quite like a fairy wind and bones.

He is the old owner of Dengyun Tower, the father of Fang Yuan, and Fang Tianshu.

Fang Yuan got up, helped Fang Tianshu to sit down, made a gesture, and then withdrew from the Xuanji Pavilion.

Fang Tianshu's cloudy eyes stared at the black-clothed man in front of him, and said hoarsely, "I don't know what Your Excellency is looking for the old man?"

The man in black didn't answer and asked, "Mr. Fang is old this year?"

Hearing the man in black ask him, Fang Tianshu seemed to be a little unhappy in his heart, but he had been in charge of Dengyun Tower for so many years, so he was naturally used to being indistinguishable from joy and anger, and responded: "I've lived too long, I can't remember clearly." ”

"Can't remember?" the man in black smiled: "Mr. Fang is really enviable in this life." ”

As soon as the words changed, the man in black said: "Maybe the creation is intentional, some people are not as good as Mr. Fang." ”

Fang Tianshu frowned: "Who do you mean by 'some people'?"

"Book Saint!"

Fang Tianshu's expression suddenly froze, his eyes were empty, and his brain was blank, as if he had seen a ghost.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he said in a trembling voice: "What you said is true?"

The man in black took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Does the old gentleman think I'm joking?"

Did you kill it?

Fang Tianshu naturally didn't ask this sentence, what to say and what not to say, he knew it very well in his heart.

But at this moment, he at least knew that if Xiao Shu was really dead, it would have something to do with the man in black in front of him.

Fang Tianshu's eyes rolled and asked, "So, what ......is the business Your Excellency is talking about?"

The man in black smiled: "Dengyun Tower released the news that the Book Saint is dead, so those friends of the Book Saint will naturally come to Dengyun Tower to ask what happened to the Book Saint, isn't this business?"

Fang Tianshu shook his head: "But Dengyun Tower is not clear. ”

The man in black took out a map from his bosom: "This is the place where the book saint has been hidden in the dust for more than ten years. ”

Fang Tianshu's mind spun rapidly, his eyes flashed, and he said, "How did Your Excellency know about the Book Saint's hermitage, and how did you know that the Book Saint was killed?"

On the surface, this sentence wanted to verify the authenticity of this map from the mouth of the man in black, but Fang Tianshu secretly meant to ask......

Shusheng, was it killed for you?

Hearing this, the man in black laughed heartily, his white palm clenched the cup in his hand, and said very directly: "Mr. Fang, you are a smart person, you know better than anyone what to ask and what not to ask, so why do you bother to take my words?"

Taking a breath, he continued, "It's not good to know too much. ”

The last word fell, and he slowly spread out his palm, and the cup in his palm had turned into a pile of powder at this moment.

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