After the tea, Zhang Yuan handed the note full of handwriting to the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper didn't look at it, but quickly folded it, sealed it with beeswax, put it in a bamboo tube, and then walked to the back hall, grabbed a fast bird from the cage, and tied it carefully.

Zhang Yuan glanced at it from a distance, and the fast bird quickly took off and disappeared into the sky.

"Thank you. ”

He arched his hand.

"If there is news, there will be three pots of ink unicorns at the entrance of this hall, and you can just come in. ”

The old shopkeeper said old.

"Good. ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and quickly left here.

It's getting dark.

There are still a lot of people walking on the streets, and there are many discussions.

Some people were discussing the killing of Xiong Boshou, and some people were discussing the sarcophagus at the entrance of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau, and their voices were full of surprise and admiration.

Zhang Yuan found an inn to settle down, but his brows were deeply locked again.

The matter of Fengyun Villa was too weird, and he suddenly thought of a key point.

If there is really an unimaginable evil in the villa, then why doesn't the other party directly attack him?

The other party has never taken the initiative to attack him, which is not normal no matter how you look at it.

You must know that you have demolished the entire mountain villa several times in a row, even if it is a clay man, it has three points of anger, let alone evil?

If this happens, either the evil people there are inconvenient to do it, or they may be afraid.

"It's inconvenient to do it, it means that it may have been suppressed, as for being afraid, what is it afraid of?

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

The Snow Drinking Knife is an ancient sacred weapon of the human race, which has suppressed evil demons, and it is natural that the other party is afraid.

However, no matter whether the other party is scared or said that it is inconvenient to do it, at least he is safe.

In other words, he doesn't have to be afraid at all now.

Because if something happens, it happens yesterday.

Thinking about the key, he suddenly turned over, picked up the snow drinking knife, and rushed out directly through the window.

The light work was launched, and it was not long before it came to the north gate, the city gate had long been closed, and a group of guards were strictly guarding the city.

He rushed to a remote corner, his body was vertical, and he climbed towards the city wall, and with a light grasp of the strong eagle claw skill, it was five deep finger prints, and two palms were grabbed out continuously, and the city wall was more than ten meters high, and it was quickly overcome.

With his current strength, it was easy to climb over this kind of wall.

It will no longer be like Chu Jiangcheng at the beginning, he can only be discouraged!

Soon, he tumbled down from the other side of the city, from beginning to end, silently, as fast as possible, and no one noticed him.

After leaving the city, the internal qi moved faster, and the whole body lit up with golden light, like lightning in the night, and went straight to Fengyun Villa.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had reappeared at the foot of the villa.

In the huge mountain villa, the originally noisy noise suddenly fell silent, and it seemed that the things inside were aware of Zhang Yuan's approach.

In a small room, there was an irritable and hurried voice.

"He's here again, isn't he gone? Why did he appear again?"

"Damn, let's fight with him. ”

"Fight? He has a snow drink knife, can you fight him? We can't do it in our current state. ”

"So what should we do? Are we just waiting to die like this?"

"Find a way, you must think of a good way to get him away. ”

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Zhang Yuan came to the door, listened to it with his ears in, and was full of doubts in his heart.

The cacophony disappeared, and there was a vague sound, as if someone was whispering, and it was not really audible.

He frowned, peering through the crack in the door, and suddenly, the faint sound disappeared.

The whole Zhuangzi was silent.

He pondered for a moment, staring at the crack in the door for a few moments before turning and sitting down in the doorway.

The whispering voice came again in a subtle voice, which seemed to be more impatient and more annoying.

Zhang Yuan always sat at the door, motionless, but he maintained twelve points of vigilance, ready to deal with all possible changes.

As for why he didn't go in, it was completely for safety reasons, after all, his previous thoughts were just speculations, this place was too weird, and he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

In this way, the night passed slowly, and the faint whispering sound continued.

A bright light finally appeared in the sky, and the sun erupted.

Zhang Yuan suddenly got up, pushed open the gate of the villa, and walked in again.

The whispering voice died out abruptly.

in the yard.

The gray-clothed old man, with a blue face and blank eyes, was still slowly and stiffly sweeping the ground, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Yuan walked up to him and looked at him directly.

The old man also moved, and looked at Zhang Yuan with a pair of empty eyes.

The two remained motionless.

"Immortals?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

No response.

"Youkai?"

Still no response.

"Thank you. ”

Burst!

A sword light appeared, and the gray-clothed old man was once again shattered.

Zhang Yuan turned around and walked into the room and searched again.

This time, he didn't let go of any corner, and the rooms were turned over miserably, and even directly used the snow drinking knife to slash towards the ground, trying to find out if there was a secret room.

But the rooms came by, and as they had happened yesterday, nothing useful was found.

When I entered the last room, my eyes suddenly flashed, and I noticed that there was an extra letter on the table in the room.

Puzzled, he strode over and opened the envelope.

[North of the broken soul, east of the immeasurable, the descending dragon is born, and the soul reappears. 】

A line of font is crooked, and there is ink on it that has not yet dried, as if it has just been written.

"What do you mean?"

His brow furrowed.

After reading it repeatedly, it was difficult to understand the mystery, folded the letter, stuffed it into his arms, and cautiously swept his eyes around the room.

There was no letter at all when I came yesterday!

This is just a short time coming.

Has anyone been here?

And the letter seems to have been reserved exclusively for himself.

Bang!

He directly slashed out, and the more than twenty-meter-long knife had the ability to destroy everything, and the entire room seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, and it was instantly torn apart.

With a furrowed brow, he looked around, and there was no figure or evil spirit, he put his knife back in his sheath, found a long cloth, wrapped it heavily, and then walked to the kitchen, and began to set the fire again.

In a short time, the billowing smoke had risen again, and the flames were scattered.

Zhang Yuan walked to the bottom of the mountain and looked back.

Inside the Zhuangzi, there was a groan of pain.

"Now it's time for him to go, we've told him such a big secret. ”

"It's hard to say, the way he looked just now, it seems that he didn't understand our mysteries?"

"Damn, I said it was best to write it directly, but you want to write it so mysteriously, how can he understand it thoroughly. ”

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The fire burned from morning to afternoon, just like yesterday.

Zhang Yuan never left, and watched quietly at the bottom of the mountain, also to prevent some Jianghu guests from going up.

At dusk, the fire was finally extinguished.

Then the strange mold reappeared.

Crash!

Zhuangzi, which was burned to the ground, all the charcoal rushed up, quickly reorganized, and in the blink of an eye, all of them recovered, becoming exactly the same as before.

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed directly.