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It's snowing again.

The man stuck the ghost knife in his hand diagonally into the ground.

He tilted his head and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and some inexplicable emotions arose in his heart.

This snow will fall intermittently for a long time.

Until it comes to a complete stop, that's when that agreement expires.

He had thought that as long as he survived until the last swordsman died, the agreement would be nullified.

After all, he is a star.

It's the strongest handful of people in the world.

It is a star death that no mortal can defeat.

But he was wrong.

That group of swordsmen, generation after generation, sharpened their blades south of the Li River.

They have cold faces and red eyes.

Even if he dies, he will not forget to teach such ancestral teachings to future generations.

A whole hundred years.

Life and death change, the former swordsmen have all died, but their descendants still remember the agreement a hundred years later.

He couldn't help but think back to a hundred years ago.

The group of swordsmen.

They were wrapped in the smoke and rain of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, dressed in ink-colored brocade clothes, and crossed the river.

They dare to swing their knives at anyone who stands in their way.

In this way, they passed city after city, and under their swords fell there were the gods of Great Wei, the guest secretaries who protected the country, and even the princes who guarded one side.

For this, they also paid a terrible price.

But their faces were still cold, and their eyes were still scarlet.

They are like a knife that comes out of its sheath, not to the throat, not to drink blood, and never to return.

So, in the end, they managed to cut off a certain head.

But there was still a head, so after making some kind of agreement either helplessly or compromised, the swordsmen returned to Jiangdong with the sharpest knife and began a nearly hundred years of war.

For such a group of crazy people, he had to be afraid.

Therefore, thirty years ago, he chose to hide incognito, choosing to hide in someone's home like a lost dog.

Thirty years of sleepless nights, thirty years of not seeing the light of day.

He had forgotten the glory of being a star, and he had forgotten his surname as the master of Great Wei, Xiahou.

He thought that in this way, he could also make the group of swordsmen forget about themselves.

But it wasn't until a month ago, when the star that had been sleeping in the sea of stars lit up again, that he knew.

The swordsmen will cross the river as scheduled to go to the hundred-year covenant.

He was so terrified that he sought refuge in the man like a lost dog.

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable tiredness hit him, and he looked up at the sky again.

"Is the time coming?" he muttered to himself.

Ever since he realized thirty years ago that the swordsmen had never broken that agreement, every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the killing a hundred years ago, which made him unable to sleep at all. He found something that would allow him to sleep peacefully every day, but for that he would have to pay the price of never being able to sleep again.

Now, this kind of thing has gradually become a habit.

A black light enveloped him, and his eyes finally closed slowly, falling into some kind of self-righteous sleep.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is naturally an extremely well-guarded place.

This point, after Du Hongchang entered the mansion, he was even more deeply aware of it.

It is not too much to say that it is three steps and one post, and five steps and one post. Even without the care of Sima Xu and Song Yuan, this is still not a place where anyone can sneak in.

But luckily, he took the man with him.

This is a person who has followed his father for many years, and what he is good at is lurking and stealing, so although there are dangers along the way, but fortunately, with this person's care, there are only thrills.

Finally, they arrived outside Sima Xu's study before the end of the first hour of the hour.

This is naturally the most important place in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

But when I got here, I couldn't see those dense guards again.

The reason is very simple, for Song Yuan, Sima Xu has absolute confidence and can stop any thief who dares to lurk everywhere.

And the facts have also proved to people countless times that his judgment was not wrong.

But now it's different.

Du Hongchang cautiously poked his head out, and he saw a man standing in the corner of the wall in the heavy snow outside the house.

His eyes were closed, and his body glowed with an eerie black glow.

This is exactly the same situation as what his father said, so Du Hongchang's heart was shocked, he knew that his sheep, the opportunity to tear up the jackal had come.

He gestured to the man behind him, motioned for him to stay here and keep watch, and then himself, impatiently, braved the wind and snow, and walked to the study.

Du Hongchang tentatively pushed the door of Sima Xu's study, but to his surprise, the door was gently opened under his push, without any magic seal, no mechanism, not even an ordinary lock.

He couldn't help but be stunned, but a sneer appeared on his face.

He blamed the accident on Sima Xu's overconfidence in Song Yuan and the Prime Minister's Mansion's defenses.

Sima Xu, Sima Xu, I didn't expect you to be a little secret, but I took advantage of it.

Thinking so, he didn't have any worries in his heart, stretched out his hand and slammed open Sima Xu's door, and swaggered in.

Du Hongchang looked around the dark room, and after thinking slightly, he took out a crystal clear glass-like round stone from his arms.

It is a Qiming stone from Shudi, as long as a little aura is poured into it, it can be used for lighting, and it is a common thing used by the army in some humid environments, but it is not a strange thing.

He carefully poured some spiritual power into the Qiming Stone, and he controlled this spiritual power to the point of being rare, he didn't want to get to this step, but because the dazzling light of the Qiming Stone attracted the attention of those guards, so that everything fell short.

Facts have proved that as the new head of the Eight Desolations Academy, Du Hongchang's control of spiritual power is still quite good, and the light in the Qiming Stone is faint, but it is enough to illuminate, but it will not cause some unnecessary trouble.

When he had done this, the smile on his lips became even worse.

Then, in a faint light, he walked to Sima Xu's bookcase and began to look among the densely packed books for a note that could change his fate.

It stands to reason that this should be an easy step to do.

But Du Hongchang couldn't find that thing.

"Could it be that Sima Xu has always carried that thing with him?" Du Hongchang's mind flashed such a thought, and he couldn't help but start to sweat on his forehead. He stretched out his head and looked outside, and the quarter of an hour was about to pass.

And at that time, the vicious dog will wake up, and tomorrow there will be two more nameless corpses in the moat of Chang'an. But he has come to this point, and let him leave like this, and he is unwilling.

In such hesitation, he took advantage of the light of the Qiming Stone, and the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at a pale yellow book on the desk not far away.

He suddenly realized something. He walked over quickly, and reached out to open the book.

But his hands trembled terribly, and he was afraid, afraid that the book was not what he wanted, that he would miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that he would have to be the little sheep that shivered all day long.

With fear of one way or another.

He finally opened the book.

The look on his face changed from shock to amazement, from astonishment to ecstasy.

He almost burst out laughing.

This was what he was looking for, the notebook that Sima Xu used to record everything.

He looked at it carefully, and everything on it was recorded one by one. Because of the urgency of time, Du Hongchang did not have time to find out about his father's death. But just the few pages he glanced at in a hurry were enough to make Sima Xu be delayed several times.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel grin, and he was about to take this notebook into his arms.

"Do you know why I'm writing everything down on it?" a voice suddenly sounded a little colder than the snowstorm outside.

Du Hongchang's body shook suddenly, and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

A chill rose from his heel, spilling over his scalp, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Then, the dark room suddenly lit up.

Candles are lit by some unknown force.

Du Hongchang turned around tremblingly, and an old man, like a ghost, stood behind him.

The old man's hair was white, and his face was wrinkled, but there was a faint light in his half-squinted eyes.

Grunt!

Du Hongchang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt that he should run away now, but the power in his body seemed to be drained at this moment, no matter what instructions his brain sent, his body was still just standing there stunned.

"Because. The old man slowly stretched out his hand, took out the book that had not yet been fully stuffed into his arms, and threw it on his desk very casually. "For a man who has lived for thousands of years, and may even live for another thousand years. ”

"Memories are always the easiest thing for him to lose. So writing down these things that are easy to lose is the best way to do it. ”

"In this way, even after a long time, as long as you pick up the book, you can remember that you killed a certain person in a certain way, in a certain year, in a certain month, on a certain day. ”

The old man said so casually, as if he was chatting with his old friends about these short little things in the family.

At this moment, the door to the study was pushed open again.

A man with a ghost-headed knife walked in, and with a wave of his other hand, something rolled down the spotless floor of Sima Xu's study to Du Hongchang's feet.

Du Hong's pupils widened suddenly, it was a head, the head of a man who had infiltrated the Prime Minister's Mansion with him.

That man was already a master of the Heavenly Hearing Realm, but he didn't want to be cut off by Song Yuan silently.

Du Hongchang's heart suddenly burst into despair.

"Didn't you always believe that I could help you deal with that group of swordsmen in Jiangdong?" Sima Xu turned a blind eye to the head that rolled to the side, but instead looked at the man holding the ghost head knife, and said lightly.

The man didn't say anything, just looked at Sima Xu coldly with a knife, waiting for his next step.

"He, you can kill Yuheng. Sima Xu also seemed to be accustomed to the man's attitude, he turned his head and glanced at Du Hong, who was already completely sluggish, and said firmly.

Then, in the man's horrified eyes, a drop of scarlet, almost bewitching blood emerged from his palm.