Fang Tianji is gone.

When Bai Chouwan raised his head, Fang Tianji had already left, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone that had been hanging in his heart was finally put down.

His body collapsed on the table, his back was already wet, and he was glad and annoyed.

Fortunately, Fang Tianji didn't kill them, and he was angry that a stupid person almost killed them.

He felt that it was easier to deal with smart people.

Seeing that everyone didn't answer, the mustache opened his mouth and asked again: "Why did the murderer kill Liu Huanan and Nie Yuan, what entanglement did he have with the two of them, and why did he leave a pocket sword every time he killed someone?"

Song Wandeng pinched her lips, muttered for a long time, and said, "Maybe those two offended him, as for why they left that little sword, it is unknown, it may have its own intentions." ”

A white-faced scholar sitting next to the mustache shook the fan in his hand, shook his head, and said, "I heard that it seems that the two of them owe something, and they use their lives to pay off the debt." ”

"What is so valuable that you have to pay off your debts with your life?" the mustache smacked his mouth, his tone a little surprised, obviously not in disbelief.

"It may be a martial arts cheat, or an internal martial arts method or something. Finally, the young man who had not spoken all this time said with a somewhat calm face.

"Okay, don't guess, listen to Brother Bai's opinion!" Song Wandeng coughed twice at the right time, interrupting their conversation, the mustache, the white-faced scholar, and a young man all looked at Bai Chouwan.

It seems that Bai Chouwan's prestige among these people is still quite great.

They don't come from a single force.

The four of Song Wandeng are from Chiyan Villa, one of the three second-rate forces in Tancheng.

The four of them are known as the "Four Little Red Flames".

Song Wandeng is a senior brother.

The white-faced scholar is the second senior brother Meng Wanxing, the mustache is the third senior brother Chu Wanqing, and the last young man with a somewhat calm face is the fourth senior brother Jiang Wanyue.

Xiang Yanchi, the owner of Chiyan Villa, shook the desert with his Chiyan Soul Chasing Sword in his early years, and established the status of Chiyan Villa in Tancheng in one fell swoop.

And his four most proud disciples are known as the "Four Little Red Flames" because of the essence of his swordsmanship.

The four little red flames have always been the same qi and branches, inseparable, advancing and retreating together.

Today they sneaked out of the villa, originally Song Wandeng didn't want to steal down the mountain, but he couldn't bear the soft grinding and hard bubbles of a few junior disciples, and besides, he was also very curious about Nie Yuan's death, so he agreed after half pushing and half pushing.

In the Yuanji Teahouse, they met Bai Chouwan, the eldest disciple of Feishatang, because Song Wandeng had a friendship with Bai Chouwan, and admired his wisdom and righteousness, so they simply sat with him.

Bai Chou took a sip of tea, looked at the four young faces opposite, smiled, and said, "Thanks to the four little Chiyan, I forgive you for showing off your knowledge again." ”

Song Wandeng shook her head, "Brother Bai, don't be modest, please!"

After all, I really made a gesture of please.

Bai Chou smiled at the end of the night, put down the teacup, stroked his beard, and said: "What Wanxing said has some truth, but it is not that he owes anything valuable, but a blood debt, and the masked man is here to collect the debt." ”

"Blood debt, could it be that the murderer has a grudge against the two of them?" Chu Wanqing touched his two mustaches, and frowned slightly.

"I don't know, if my guess is correct, I'm afraid I'm going to die again."

"Oh, why did Brother Bai say this?"

"Do you remember what day Liu Huanan died?"

Seven days ago, that day happened to be his father's sacrifice day, and after worshipping the old master of Liu, he returned to the secret room to retreat and practice, and later his body was found by his disciples. ”

"There's a pocket sword on his corpse, right?"

"Indeed, is there any mystery to this pocket little sword?"

Bai Chouwan shook his head, "Actually, someone was killed long before Liu Huanan was killed. ”

"Oh, who is it?"

"The two swords of the city crane of the Drinking Horse Pavilion, Yu Liancheng and Yu Lianhe brothers"

"I heard that the two brothers are good at using joint fencing techniques, one guards and one attacks, and the two swords are combined, even if they are masters of the dark realm, they have to give him three points, why are they dead?"

"They also have a pocket sword on their corpse"

"Killed by the Masked Man?"

"I heard that they had twenty-eight sword wounds on their bodies, each of which was deep to the bone, but the fatal wound was the one that pierced the heart, and the brothers died under one sword. ”

"The Masked Man is terrifying. ”

"The day of their death was exactly seven days after the day Liu Huanan was killed"

"Oh, could it be that there's a connection?"

"I can't see it yet, but we should see in six days. ”

"Brother Bai, don't sell it, tell me in detail"

"Well, since you want to know so, let's talk about it below! Every time you kill someone, the masked man will leave behind a pocket sword, and every time you kill a person is seven days apart from the next person being killed, isn't this not that the masked man will take someone's life after telling everyone seven days, and that pocket sword is the mark he left behind, and it is also a warning, warning everyone that someone is going to die soon, he is like the king of Hades in the underworld, the death of the condemned one, that sword, the sword that takes the soul, he is ...... Soulsnatcher !!"

Bai Chouwan's last four words were said in a loud voice, and the four of Song Wandeng were taken aback, touched their cheeks, and found that cold sweat was oozing from their foreheads, and they were cold and swishing.

Chu Wanqing shuddered, and her voice stammered a little, "You say... That... The Masked Man won't... Find us, right?"

"Look for your head, don't say such bad things. Meng Wanxing knocked Chu Wanqing hard with a fan and said.

"In my opinion, it is better to tell the master about this matter, and ask the old man to hold a discussion meeting and think of a way. Jiang Wanyue said.

"What the fourth junior brother said makes sense, let's return to Chiyan Villa, tell the master, and ask him to make a decision, there is such a person in Tancheng, and the fortune and misfortune are unpredictable!"

"Then let's say goodbye," Bai Chouwan arched his hand at Song Wandeng.

"There will be a period later" Si Xiao Chiyan also hugged his fists and returned the salute.

Soon, the four of Song Wandeng left the Yuanji Teahouse, turned over on the horse, raised the whip with one hand, and the horse's hooves rattled, and soon disappeared on the road.

After Bai Chou paid for the tea in the evening, he also left the Yuanji Teahouse.

The sky in Tancheng is about to change!

......

The next day, Chiyan Mountain Villa, Chiyan Peak.

On this day, the sky has just cleared, and Chiyan Peak is already very lively.

In a three-zhang square attic at the top of the peak, dozens of figures are sitting at the end at this time.

At the front of the attic, a banner was pulled out, on which were written with four large characters "Red Flame Summit" with a brush.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, strong and powerful.

From these four words, it can be seen that the writer has profound skills and penetrates the back of the paper.

These four words were naturally written by the owner of Chiyan Mountain Villa to Yanchi.

He was sitting in the main seat of the attic at this time, and standing next to him were the "Four Little Chiyan", Song Wandeng, Meng Wanxing, Chu Wanqing, and Jiang Wanyue.

They said goodbye to Bai Chouwan yesterday and immediately returned to Chiyan Villa, telling Bai Chouwan's guess to Xiang Yanchi, so there was this Chiyan Summit.

Chiyan Villa is one of the three second-rate forces in Tancheng, so it is naturally qualified to hold this summit, and the people invited are all well-known figures in Tancheng.

Only those who are at least the leader or helm of a third-rate force or above are eligible to participate.

Bai Chouwan was also among them, and he naturally followed his master Feisha Tangtang Master Wen to chase difficulties.

Wen Zhunan is a middle-aged man, elegant in appearance, wearing a Taoist robe.

Next to him was a woman, thirty-four or five years old, familiar and beautiful, and very gentle-looking.

She arched her hand at Xiang Yanchi and said, "I don't know why the owner of the village came last night and called everyone to come?"

As soon as her words fell, many people immediately nodded in agreement, obviously not very clear about Xiang Yanchi's intentions.

On the contrary, Wen Zhuan is a clear look.

Xiang Yanchi smiled and said loudly: "I guess you already know that Mr. Nie's dart head was killed by a masked man!"

"I heard that the masked man's martial arts are very good, and Mr. Nie's dart head can't move in his hands. The beautiful woman said.

"I called you here today to discuss how to deal with that masked man, this time, he has already killed several famous people in our Tancheng in a row, I am afraid that he will point the finger at us next. "Xiang Yanchi said.

"What does the owner of the village say?" Now even the old man next to the beautiful woman is not calm.

Xiang Yanchi didn't speak, but looked at Song Wandeng next to him and nodded.

Song Wandeng immediately understood, and stood up and told them what Bai Chouwan told them in the teahouse yesterday.

The beautiful woman's face suddenly changed greatly, and her body suddenly stood up from her seat, and said in shock: "Master Zhuang, is what the disciple said true?"

Xiang Yanchi nodded and said, "This is the guess of Bai Chouwan, the senior disciple of Feishatang. ”

"That's basically right, Zhijue Bai is still trustworthy if he is late. The old man said.

"Then now you can tell me what you do, I don't think you want to be the next person to be killed!" said Xiang Yanchi.

"The targets chosen by the masked man are all famous people in Tancheng, if the late guess is correct, the next person is likely to be produced among us, in my opinion, it is better for us to stay in Chiyan Peak during this time, join forces, and see how the masked man starts, is it possible that he can still kill people from so many of us and then retreat? "Wen Chase.

"I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate, everyone here is a well-known figure in Tancheng, if you cower here because you are afraid and spread it out and don't let the world laugh at it, how will you gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?" The old man was the first to stand up and object.

"It's better to pass the news to a few nearby cities and ask them to send experts to help, everyone belongs to the Northern Desert, I believe they will agree to help." The beautiful woman made an opinion.

"In my opinion, this plan works. ”

"That's a good idea, anyway, we're all characters with heads and faces, but we can't cower here. ”

"Yes, everyone belongs to the Northern Desert, and we should be blessed and enjoy hardships together. ”

......

The beautiful woman's opinion was immediately supported by most of the people present.

Xiang Yanchi did not object.

He waved his hand and said, "Everyone thinks that Mrs. Jin's idea is good, so let's follow her method!

"Is it the old man who beat the invincible hands all over the desert with a pair of iron crutches and gave him the nickname Camel Crutches?"

"It is said that Qiu Laoguang's predecessor had been promoted to the Dark Realm a few years ago, and with his help, he would definitely be able to capture the masked man. ”

The dark clouds in the attic suddenly dispersed, and the rain cleared the sky.

An even bigger storm is brewing.