found the location of the killer, but Zhao Ziming's eyes flickered, and he didn't go there, but pretended to listen intently and continued to search.

After a while, he stomped his feet in a "fit of rage", "I don't believe that you can drill into the ground, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will find you!"

He walked in the direction of the killer, picked up a thick wooden stick in his hand, and violently swept the low bushes, as if trying to force the killer out in this way.

When he was only two feet away from the killer, Zhao Ziming stopped and walked to the left. At the moment when he turned around, he killed his hand, shot straight out from behind a puff of thorn grass, and still used the "life-killing soul chasing" move, stabbing forward with both hands of the blade.

Unlike the sneak attack on the water, this time the killer was a short-range sprint, much faster, and the blade in his hand cut through the air and even hissed slightly.

The blade came in an instant, and just as it was about to enter the flesh, Zhao Ziming, who had already been secretly on guard, avoided it with a side spin, and at the same time swept his right leg heavily, hitting the killer's back.

Zhao Ziming used a lot of strength to make this leg, only to hear a bang, and the killer hit the root of a big tree, and then stopped moving.

Zhao Ziming stood in place and waited for a while, took out a fire fold and lit it, and when he saw that the killer did not move, he frowned and said, "Get up, I know you are not dead." ”

After a while, the killer was still lying on the ground, Zhao Ziming raised his eyebrows, and walked over slowly, just on guard.

Turning the killer over with a wooden stick, he was found to be breathing weakly, unconscious, and in a near-death state. Zhao Ziming put his mind at ease, threw away the wooden stick, held the fire fold in one hand, and began to grope around the killer with the other, trying to find something that could represent his identity.

As a result, as soon as his hand reached into the killer's arms, his forearm was bitten by the latter, and at the same time, a nail shot out of his sleeve and pierced into the flesh and blood of Zhao Ziming's shoulder.

Zhao Ziming was furious, and the bitten hand grabbed the killer's collar and threw it backwards. The killer slammed into a tree, and when he hit the ground, he burst out laughing.

"Happy! Happy! Sorry - Sorry - "

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the killer's head hung down, and he lost his breath.

......

On the Zhao family's big ship, Gao Cen and his others were injured one by one, and retreated to the hatch side by side. Opposite them, a bandit leader said impatiently: "If you resist stubbornly, don't think that you will not dare to kill!"

So far, in order to capture the people on the ship alive, the bandits have lost a lot of accomplices, and if they continue like this, even if they catch Gao Cen and them, they will be severely punished when they go back, how can these leaders not be in a hurry?

At this moment, a bandit suddenly reached out and stabbed his own leader, stammering: "Boss, he ...... He's, he's coming!"

The leader suddenly turned his head and was about to curse angrily, when his eyes looked at the place where his subordinates were pointing, and his expression changed.

The other bandit leaders also noticed Zhao Ziming's arrival, several people glanced at each other, walked out of the crowd, and came to stand in a row on the edge of the boat, all holding their weapons across their chests, their faces full of vigilance.

Seeing the appearance of the leaders, the group of thieves gradually stopped the siege, and moved to the bow of the ship, looking at the young man on the water with a frightened face.

Zhao Ziming poked the bamboo pole in his hand into the bottom of the water, stopped the raft, and then pulled it out, holding one end and slowly lifting it up, with a cold expression.

One of the bandits leader clasped his fists and said, "This brother, I will wait for ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ziming sent the bamboo pole back, grabbed it again, and threw it again.

There was a low whistling sound, and the straight bamboo pole turned into a spear, and shot at the man who spoke, and although it did not make the head of the pole pierce the belly of the bandit leader, it also caused him to spit blood and fly into the river.

"Get out!"

The young man spit out a word plainly, and it fell into the ears of the group of thieves, but it was tantamount to a thunderclap. None of the bandits dared to say a word more, those leaders took the lead in retreating, and in less than a quarter of an hour, only the Zhao family's big boat was left on the river.

At this moment, the starlight is spreading, and the night water is floating. The young man stood on the surface of the river, his handsome face, his long hair blown by the breeze, and the reflection of the water surface jumping, forming a floating ink painting between heaven and earth.

Zhao Ziming jumped on the big boat, said a few words to Gao Cen, and went back to the room directly.

Long Hanqin, who was standing beside Gao Cen, broke out in a cold sweat, looked at Zhao Ziming's back, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that the killer of the Shadow Gate did not reveal the identity of his employer, and couldn't help but feel very happy.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Ziming staggered, knelt on one knee, spit out a mouthful of black and viscous blood, and gasped.

It took him a while to struggle to sit down in his chair, rip off his shirt, and tilt his head to examine the wound in his shoulder. A steel arrow the length of a little thumb was shallowly pierced into his flesh, and the flesh near the wound was swollen and purple, apparently a symptom of poisoning.

The killer's counterattack before he died also dragged Zhao Ziming to the brink of death, if it weren't for his physique being too strong, he would have been poisoned by the poison on the steel arrow.

Zhao Ziming stretched out his hand to pull out the steel arrow, threw it on the ground, held back the blackening in his brain, and sucked out the poisonous blood from the wound with his mouth.

When the blood he spit out was no longer dark black, he took out a detoxification pill and took it, and then closed his eyes to dissolve the toxicity in his body.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Ziming was finally out of danger of his life, and the poison was removed by him, and the rest could only be slowly discharged by relying on a strong physique.

"Young Master Qian, are you resting?" Zhao Zishuang's voice came from outside the door.

Zhao Ziming sat still and did not make a sound, creating the illusion that he had already slept. Zhao Zishuang called twice more, knocked on the door, and saw that there was no response, so she left lightly.

Zhao Ziming went down to the ground, picked up the teapot on the table and drank it all, quenching the thirst caused by poisoning. Putting down the teapot, he took something out of his arms, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a silent sneer.

The object he took out was the size of a palm, and looking at its shape, it was a deadly crossbow!

Zhao Ziming turned his wrist and looked at a corner of the Desperate Crossbow near the launch button, where there was indeed a small engraved word "Wen", which was the mark left by Xu Wen when he made the Desperate Crossbow.

This desperate crossbow was the only one Long Hanqin had lost!

In the forest before, Zhao Ziming found this crossbow from the dead killer, as well as a swarthy token engraved with the word "shadow" on both sides.

Regarding the Shadow Gate, Zhao Ziming naturally heard of it, this sect is secretive, and the masters are like clouds, and it is rumored that as long as they can afford to pay the price, even first-class masters can assassinate them.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Ziming guessed that Long Hanqin hired a Shadow Gate killer to assassinate him at the cost of a desperate crossbow.

However, what made him wonder was that a deadly crossbow should not be enough to attract a killer of this level, after all, this killer almost killed him.

After thinking about it for a while and having no results, Zhao Ziming didn't waste his energy. He put away the deadly crossbow, opened the closet in the room, picked out a well-fitting set and put it on, and used the original set to clean the ground of the poisonous blood, and quietly walked out of the hatch and threw it into the river.

Zhao Ziming didn't want anyone to know that he was seriously injured, otherwise it was very likely that he would be plotted by Long Hanqin again, and in his current state, it would be very dangerous and unwise to deal with a seventh-layer master.

Back in the room, Zhao Ziming slept in his clothes and soon fell asleep.

From beginning to end, he did not have the slightest anger or hatred towards Long Hanqin. Because since he knew the truth, Long Hanqin was branded as killing by him. Dealing with the same dying person is undoubtedly tormenting himself.

......

Quack - squeak -

The slender sound of the door opening was particularly piercing in the narrow space at the bottom of the cabin, and the two figures each took a candle to illuminate it, and entered the room one after the other.

The candlelight shook softly, revealing the situation in the room, this is a cabin, the space is not large, the roof of the room is only seven feet above the ground, and after placing four large wooden boxes, it is even more cramped and oppressive.

Gao Cen leaned over, opened the four large wooden boxes one by one, and then handed the candle in his hand to the person behind him, took out a dagger, and slashed it in the palm of his hand.

Blood gushed out, Gao Cen quickly reached out and flipped his palm, paused for a moment on all the wooden boxes, letting the blood drip into them, and after doing this, he took a few steps back, his eyes firmly fixed on the wooden boxes.

After a while, there was no movement in the wooden box, and Gao Cen frowned, "Am I wrong?"

Qi Hu behind him said: "Maybe you think too much, how can there be such a coincidence?"

Gao Cen shook his head, slashed his hand with a dagger, dripped more blood into the wooden box, and said, "Apart from the birth of the blood jade, I can't think of any other reason that can make the Li family besiege and kill us so aggressively, regardless of their reputation for many years. ”

Qi Hu was about to speak, when he suddenly turned his gaze and looked at a wooden box, where a misty red light was shining through, adding a bit of strangeness to the room.

......

Yulin Mansion is named after the Yulin Mountains, the mountains are rich in high-quality jade, since the founding of the country, no matter which surname the world, the first thing the emperor should do after ascending the throne must be to send heavy troops to take over the mines in the palace, and then promulgate the law, the right to mine is all in the royal family.

Although the whole world is not the king's land, but the imperial capital is thousands of miles away after all, and the high-quality jade is too precious, there are always many people who are confused by wealth, and are willing to risk the great sin of the nine clans to open mines in the mountains without permission.

The laws issued by the royal family for the mining of private mines in the past dynasties are all extremely strict, and only human lives are merciful, but even so, they still cannot deter people's hearts.

Even if heavy troops were sent to carry out bloody encirclement and suppression of private mine diggers, those people hid in the mountains, and when the limelight passed, they came out to change places and continue digging, and so on, which gave the emperors a headache.

Some families slowly passed on the mining of private mines as a job and became the largest private mining enterprises in Yulin Mansion, and the Li family was the largest and most famous of them.

Although the surname of this family is the same as the imperial surname, maybe it was still a family five hundred years ago, but the current emperor Li Huan naturally does not have a good impression of the people in this family, and only wants to get rid of it quickly.