In the empty and quiet hall, there are six columns.

Not much, just six, there is no python pattern on it, nor gold and silver carving, only a layer of vermilion lacquer, very cold.

It's very cold, just like this one.

The top is the top of the red tile stack, the ground is the ground covered with gray bricks, the east and west sides are the walls, the north gate is on the high platform, and the south gate is down the mountainside. I saw that there was no other decoration in this empty and quiet hall except for the six columns, only a gust of autumn wind blowing from the cracks in the window to stir up the dust and sand that had accumulated for a long time, and it was really cold.

This is the bias of the Ninglin Fujia Mansion, and it is the Fujia deviation that has been sealed for a hundred years for some reason since Fuliu became the head of the Fujia family.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the fact that a certain white-clothed sword with a short-eyed attack smashed her family a few years ago, she wouldn't have been able to use this bias to open the door and welcome guests today.

But there is no such thing as a in this world, but this cold part of the country has already come to the guests.

There were eight visitors.

Two by two, alone, standing under the six pillars, rarely talking and laughing with each other, it seems strange.

I saw that under the red-lacquered column in the southwest, there were two people, a man and a woman.

The woman stood with her legs slightly folded and leaned against the pillar, while the man sat with his back against the pillar and sat on the floor.

The woman's posture was peaceful, wrapped in a night-covering robe, with two pitch-black short knives pinned to her waist, and the ten thousand strands of green silk that reached her waist were bound by the upper and lower hair ropes, and she did not dare to flutter a little with the wind.

The man has black hair and black eyebrows, wears a lacquer-colored robe similar to that of a woman, and has a black-bladed straight knife tied around his waist.

The woman's name is Luanmo, and the man's name is Luanzhen.

It's the Zhenhuang Demon Gate, after the Luan family.

In other words, the former Zhenhuang Demon Gate.

Just because there was a goblin surnamed Luan, he ate and killed three hundred strange men and girls in Zhenhuang City overnight, which provoked the anger of the public, and was finally driven out of Zhenhuang City by the joint efforts of all Qimen.

And now the Luan family is swimming between the entire Western Regions like duckweed, and they are all kinds of strange livelihoods, doing what they are best at.

Homicide.

The man who killed Qimen.

That's right now.

In this part, they drove more than 100 miles from Zhenhuang City overnight yesterday to come to this condensing forest to kill people for the Fu family.

One, maybe two, maybe three.

Luan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head to look at the other six figures standing in front of the inner pillar.

He learned from his sister, that is, Luan Mo, last night, that the price of this time to help the family was a hundred taels of gold per person as a reward after the matter was completed - if it was a hundred taels of silver, he could understand it, but he didn't want the wealthy Fujia to use gold as a unit, one hundred and fifty taels of gold per person, fifty taels in advance, and one hundred taels afterwards, which was far higher than all the other murder lists in Qimen.

Such a high price made him wonder, but when he arrived inside, he actually saw the other six people again—and when he saw these six people, Luan Zhen didn't know who the Fu family wanted them to kill, but he knew a little bit better.

With these six people by his side, let alone killing one person, even if he wants to kill the entire Meng Yue City, I'm afraid it won't be a big problem.

In front of the red-lacquered pillar in the far southeast, stood a man in a black cloak. The man held his hands together, the green silk behind his head was tied into a hemp rope style, hanging to the front, and there were many flying knife bamboo bottles hanging on the belt around his waist.

Luan Zhen had heard of him, although he didn't know his real name and surname, but he knew that he had the nickname 'Scorpion', and he was a well-known poisoner in the Western Regions. Although this 'scorpion' seems to be a character who doesn't know how to use Qimen moves, the Qimen Xuanshi who died in his hands is enough to crowd this deviation.

Luan Zhen took a light breath and looked away again, looking at the cylinder due east.

In front of the column, two middle-aged men in long robes were whispering something - the shorter man on the left hand side was talking, and the taller man on the right hand side was listening.

The long clothes on these two men look very heavy, not like the style of the Western Regions, nor like the rich and noble feeling of Yonghua Kingdom, it should be the wide robe and military uniform of the Beijiang Military and Wu Kingdom. Outside of the uniform, the shorter men held a well-decorated box, while the taller men each held a long, human-tall straight-edged knife. On the side of the military and military countries, this kind of knife should be called a Mo knife. Although it was born to cut horses, after the popularity of sharp crossbows, it appeared more often on the court honor guards - but in any case, the figure who can wield a long knife like it is supposed to have two brushes.

It's a pity that Luan, who has never been to the north, really doesn't know him, and he doesn't know any military and military figures.

But Luan really knew the short man's hand

of the square wooden box.

It's the [God Machine Box].

It is said that it can change ever-changing, and can collect all the magical powers of heaven and earth.

So, the middle-aged man holding the square wooden box, if Luan Zhen guessed correctly...... It should be the head of the family who loses the game, and the public loses.

And this public loser is ranked third in the 'Zhulong Mansion' in the Jianghu of the Military Martial Arts Qimen.

Luan Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't spend any more time thinking about who the extraordinarily tall man next to him was, but continued to look sideways at the column in the northeast direction.

There, there stood a warrior who was not good-looking and slightly emaciated.

A warrior with empty hands, no weapons, and one eye blind.

The god is sluggish, there is no light in one eye, and at first glance he is a stupid martial artist.

But Luan, who had traveled all over the Western Regions, really knew him.

His name is Chu Mad.

It's the Chudi Crazy Knife.

It is the first knife in martial arts.

Luan Zhen frowned slightly, took a gentle breath, and silently recited the sentence 'good family' in his heart.

Then, he turned a little sideways, looked at the three pillars to the east, and then looked back at the two pillars ahead.

In front of the pillar a little closer, there stood a wandering monk.

A cloth-clothed monk with no hair, closed eyes, and folded hands.

The monk wore a string of crimson beads around his neck, all of which were at least half the size of a palm, and there were about twenty or thirty of them.

Luan Zhen didn't know this monk, he didn't know his origins - but perhaps because of the instinct of the demon clan, just by glancing at the monk twice, he inexplicably felt a chill on his back, so he quickly locked his eyebrows, no longer looked at the monk, but fell his gaze in front of the last red lacquer column.

The red-lacquered column on the northernmost side.

The red-lacquered cylinder that is closest to the high platform.

There, a man stood.

A man with a well-proportioned appearance.

A man who was shirtless without a single strand and only covered his body with countless blue and red patterns.

A man with a shawl skirt at the waist of the undercover armor, layered on top of each other weighing at least thirty pounds.

A Luan can really know none of these people, but he must know his man.

His name is Wei Lian.

It is the head of the Seven Heroes of Qimen.