The next day, the spring rain continued and the sun was covered with dark clouds.

It's just morning tea time, but it's like it's dusk.

This weather is not suitable for going out. Qin Yan and the others, who originally planned to continue to inquire about the news, all stayed in the inn honestly.

There are still some good men hanging out on the streets.

Most heroes disdain to play umbrellas, allowing the raindrops to fall and drench their bodies.

In such weather, a luxurious carriage with beautiful decorations came from the east, and inevitably splashed and wet the trouser legs of the heroes wandering the streets.

"Fuck you!" someone scolded. Although the trouser legs are already wet, being voluntarily wet and being splashed by the wheels are completely different moods.

But the hero quickly shut up. Because he saw the four men in yellow following behind the carriage.

These four men in yellow have surprisingly similar figures, and even their walking steps are neat and consistent, not indistinguishable. Although the rain had drenched them like chickens in soup, the four of them still stood straight and their eyes were still looking straight ahead.

Even the entourage has such an imposing momentum, even if the people in the carriage say that they are emperors, they can't be believed.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Qifeng Pavilion, and a red-faced man had been waiting here for a long time.

If Qin Yan was here, he would be able to recognize that this red-faced man was the culprit who caused seven or eight lives yesterday, the holder of the "Netherworld", Jiangyang thief Yu Hongfeng.

Yesterday's Yu Hongfeng was arrogant and invincible, but today he is full of smiles, like a grandson.

The door opened slowly, and out of the car was a young man wearing a Confucian shirt and a graceful bearing.

Yu Hongfeng opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, walked up quickly, bent down and said, "It's all packed, son, please." ”

He bent his waist like a bow, and the paper umbrella in his hand was still straight, and he didn't even shake it.

The eyes of the people watching the excitement not far away widened with disbelief in their eyes.

People all know that Yu Hongfeng is the most difficult uncle to serve in Qifeng Pavilion.

There was a lot of discussion, and there was no shortage of ridicule of Yu Hongfeng. Yu Hongfeng listened to it in his ears, but his complexion did not change a point. It seems that even if it is said that he is the grandson of this son, he is happy.

The arrival of Xiao Meng's son made a lot of noise in the town. Some people in the rivers and lakes who had already begun to retreat have regained their determination. Even if you can't get the treasure, it's good to be able to see it from afar. Xiao Meng tasted the son is a famous righteous and squandered money, if he is happy after getting the treasure, and scatter some money at will, it is enough for ordinary people to live for more than ten years.

On this day, the Tsing Yi servants braved the rain to shuttle through the town and deliver invitations to famous figures.

Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan, who were playing cards in the inn, each received a post.

This is an invitation to a banquet, the initiator is Xiao Meng Xiang Gongzi, the location is in the gambling den, and the time is noon today. In addition to these, there are eight words on the red invitation: "Prepare for the Philippines and wait for your visit." "As for why you want to treat you, the subject of the treat is not mentioned. No one will pursue this though. Isn't it normal for Xiao Meng to come and give everyone a face, please have a meal?

Qin Yan received the invitation and immediately decided to leave. Yu Hanyan accompanied him.

Gong Yunsleeve watched them hold an umbrella together and disappear into the rain, his teeth itched with hatred, and he couldn't help but stomp his heel out.

There are still Bai Lang, Lu Xiaoxiang and Xiaozhu left in the inn, and they can't even get together the number of people playing cards.

Xiaozhu also said goodbye at this time: "I still have to go home to feed the monkeys, so I will go first." ”

Lu Xiaoxiang hurriedly said: "Let's go together! Anyway, it's boring here." ”

Xiaozhu hesitated for a moment and nodded. She wanted to leave, but for Xiaoxiang's sake, she decided to help them. It's been a long time since she's met a friend like Xiaoxiang to talk to.

Now only Bai Lang was left alone in the inn. He put away Pai Gow and wanted to go back to his room to practice his sword. At the moment when the door was closed, there seemed to be a hot wind slowly blowing by his side, and his heart jumped, and he suddenly dropped the box of pai gow in his arms, and raised his hand to pull out the long sword behind his back.

There was no pulling. His right hand was held down by another hand that was as hard as gold, and the energy he had built up disappeared without a trace.

"Bang la!" Pai Gow fell all over the ground.

Bai Lang was angry and rushed forward, and finally broke free from the ghostly palm behind him, and suddenly turned around to look, but there was no figure in sight.

His heart sank: Is it really a ghost?

Just as he hesitated and was surprised, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Don't be nervous, I have no malice." ”

"Chok-" Bai Lang hurriedly turned around, his sword unsheathed, drawing a wonderful arc, pointing at the heart of the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

The man was wrapped in a black robe, and he didn't care about the edge against his chest, and his right hand tapped lightly on the edge of the bed, and said, "Sit down!" It sounded as if he was the master of this room.

Bai Lang stared at him for a long time before slowly retracting the sword into its sheath. He understood that with the ghostly body of the other party, if he wanted to kill himself, he would not need to spend so much effort.

"Who are you?"

"I think you've heard of me......" The man didn't sell it, and raised his hand to remove the hood, revealing a young face.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he smiled wickedly.

Bai Lang's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Song-"

He was about to call out the forbidden name, the black-robed man raised his hand and pointed, and an invisible sword aura pointed at him, his chest was stuffy, his throat and eyes trembled, and the last two words were blocked by life, only a meaningless dark scream.

Ge Xinglie looked at him and smiled, "I don't want people to know that I've been here, do you understand?"

Bai Lang covered his chest and coughed a few times, raised his head and said coldly, "What are you looking for me for?"

Ge Xinglie said leisurely: "When I was chatting with the eldest lady of the Lin family today, I heard her say that you have a star-shaped birthmark on the back of your neck, so I came over to take a look, and what she said was really right." ”

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it does. Ge Xinglie stood up, picked up a bowl of water from the table, and walked to Bai Lang, "I have a younger brother who has been separated since childhood, and he has such a birthmark on the back of his neck. As for your relationship with him, we'll find out soon. ”

Under the nervous gaze of the two eyes, the two drops of blood fused intimately.

Ge Xinglie watched this process, the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more vigorous, and finally he couldn't hold it back and turned into unbridled laughter.

"Smack!" the porcelain bowl was dropped, and splinters flew up.

Bai Lang's heart was mixed, and he was more at a loss.

He never thought he would have a brother who was so powerful, but now he was an enemy.

Ge Xinglie recovered from laughter, looked at him and said, "Can't you accept it for a while, it's okay, I'll give you enough time to think about it......"