The man in the tunic frowned: "This is the gospel of angels..."

"It's the Devil's call, too!" muttered the bucktoothed man!

The white paper entered and shook the folding fan in his hand: "The angel has extinguished the last trace of conscience..."

"The Grim Reaper will be resurrected through the Yellow Springs!" the bald man frowned and pondered!

What do these four code words mean?

In fact, if you really want to talk about it, the difficult thing is not the code words, but the people who don't know what to rely on to leave these four sentences as a reference at that time...

Cracking the code language is like calculating a mathematical puzzle, the important thing is often the law, and the formula for solving the problem, for example, in their eyes, K and 7 are replaced with numbers, and they can easily get the answer when applied to the tarot card!

Alright guys...

Seeing everyone's thinking expressions, Miyamoto Kawasuke smiled: "I won't disturb you to hunt for treasures, and then you can move freely on the mountain!"

But...

Miyamoto Kawasuke reminded again: "It's already 19.30 minutes, and it's 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, and your time is running out!"

"Good luck to you!" Kawasuke Miyamoto turned around and left the room with the man in the suit...

The rest of the samurai in black uniforms left a small number of people in the house, and the others left in an orderly manner!

"Don't even think about it..."

The bucktooth man decided: "It is said that we can move freely, but these lower ninja warriors must be scattered to guard this mountain!"

Bai Zhijin shook his head: "Presumably, we can survey the clues on the mountain, but it is impossible to go near the mountain to find a way down the mountain!"

The Zhongshan man was helpless: "Now all around, there must be three steps for the post and five cloths for the sentry!"

The bald man is also well aware of everyone's current situation: "Even if we can avoid their ears and talk in a low voice, our actions will definitely be closely monitored by them!"

Nothing to respond to...

The samurai man in black clothes in the room stood like a sculpture, not talking to each other during the whole process, and even his expression did not change!

Let's look for clues...

The two groups of people who had been silent all the time finally took the initiative to speak: "It seems that the only way to get out is to find the demon knife as soon as possible!"

The white paper enters the paper fan and closes it, and the eyes are cold!

Just the two of you? The bucktooth man was disdainful: "A few little-known tomb robbers also deserve to be treasure hunters!"

The bald man squinted his eyes: "If you pick up the ancient tomb and dig up the treasure, I can still respect you!"

But people like you... Zhongshan Nan also disdains them to be in company: "You steal and dig the village graves of small families in small villages, and when you don't have enough to eat, you actually enter the market to steal, it's shameful!"

Forget it, although others don't appreciate it ...

However, everyone is in such an environment, and they have to look for each group as a unit!

Liu Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled: "These people are really strange!"

Nothing strange ...

Treasure hunters are a very special profession, they are very hidden, almost no treasures, but they all have the common problem of self-esteem, however, this is not to say that they are bad!

Broken down, the first-class treasure hunters are proficient in astronomy and geography, the five elements, and they specialize in ancient ruins, large underwater treasures, or well-known ancient tombs!

A second-class treasure hunter, he is well versed in the historical evolution of Yanxia since ancient times, and pursues the true relics of treasures that are in decline and are very likely to be forgotten.

The third-class treasure hunters are like the four now, with extraordinary skills, many grandmasters, and enough brains to pursue the treasures left behind by their targets. Of course, some powerful ones will leave books and grab wealthy families and precious treasures!

The fourth class, and the two groups of people they are the most shameless, are grave diggers, petty theft, and burglary!

This kind of behavior is shameful, so usually the fourth class of people has been excluded from the ranks of treasure hunters by them, and this kind of glimpse is like a pretentious superior person, looking down on inferior people!

No wonder...

As he spoke, everyone else present was wise...

Judging from the last paragraph, if it is an allusion to the place of hiding, then investigating the scene and understanding the environment of this mountain has become the key to solving the problem for everyone.

In the tin house, there is no complicated arrangement, the seats are messy upside down, and there are other large ornaments that are not covered! After some investigation, the other six groups of people have left the tin house one after another to investigate the environment of the mountain...

"They're really fast..."Liu Chuxiao whispered curious!

It's not fast...

Zhou Yixun judged: "I'm afraid that they are wary, everyone deliberately keeps a distance to listen, where have several groups of people been, and what clues have they found!"

So...

Liu Chuxiao was even more puzzled: "Then why don't they wait for us, they are not afraid that we have found a clue!"

Hmph! Zhou Yixun was helpless: "Because, they all believe that we are the most naïve and incapable group!"

Forehead... Are you okay?

Liu Chuxiao suddenly noticed Chen Yuhan's sweaty appearance, and couldn't help but test his condition: "Your pulse, how can your heart beat so fast!"

"I'm fine!" Chen Yuhan held the harmonica hand and clutched his heart tightly.

Since stepping here, gradually...

It was as if he was seeing it from a third-person point of view, and he saw it from his heart, and he couldn't hear any sound from every corner of the place without tears, but he couldn't hear any sound at that time.

It's like a tearless state of violent crimson at that time, the long blade in his hand is just blindly fighting, without the slightest concern for the wail in his ears!

Zhou Yixun's expression changed: "Where did you get the harmonica?"

Chen Yuhan didn't hide it: "What I picked up on the ground just now seems to be a tea-free harmonica!"

How do you know? Zhou Yixun took the harmonica and looked at it carefully: "It's finely made, but it's not a precious thing!"

You see... Liu Xiaoxiao's eyes changed: "This seems to be a signature piano!"

Zhou Yixun also noticed: "The thin pen is engraved in cursive, the word Nalan!"

Then, he returned it to Chen Yuhan with a disappointed face: "Where is the tearless harmonica, you can keep it for yourself!"

Immediately, the iron house was surveyed with a straight face!

Chen Yuhan stared at this harmonica tightly, he couldn't be wrong, he had seen this harmonica played many times in his dreams without tears!

Upon closer inspection, the harmonica was stained with blood! It really proved that there were no tears at the scene at that time, judging from the memories that kept coming to my heart, as well as the various knife marks left on the tables, chairs, and iron sheets. Among them, the sharp and slender knife marks must be a tearless technique!

Chen Yuhan clenched the harmonica in his hand!

"Are you really okay?"

Liu Chuxiao was always relieved, and tried Chen Yuhan's forehead with his hand: "It's okay it's not hot!

That's good!

Zhou Yixun finally looked around the tin house: "Anyway, there is nothing suspicious here, let's go out together!"

The three of them left the tin house...

Standing on the cliff mountain halfway up the mountain, Chen Yuhan only felt that the whole person had finally calmed down!

Seeing the position guarded by the black-clothed samurai, there is a distance from here...

In fact...

Liu Chuxiao couldn't help but ask: "Two years ago, could it be that the demon knife was already taken away without tears? After all, do you still remember? The village chief once said that the blood-red eyes and the tearless with the demon knife in his hand mean that when he left without tears, he took the demon knife with him!"

Be quiet...

Zhou Yixun reminded sharply: "Of course I have noticed it, but if Miyamoto knows about it now, maybe we won't be able to wait for six o'clock tomorrow!"

But when it comes to it...

Chen Yuhan, who calmed down, gradually became clear: "For what they said, after thinking about it, you will feel that there are many strange places?"

Actually, everything happened, we got the news from the oral accounts of two people, one is the village chief of Zhangjia Village, and the other is the Shinobi of Sakura Country, that is, the mastermind behind this incident, Miyamoto Kawasuke!

Through the two of them, we do learn about what happened four years ago and two years ago...

Chen Yuhan frowned deeply: "But I always feel that something is wrong!"

"I also feel that there are many places that do not stand up to scrutiny!"

Zhou Yixun clasped his hands around his chest: "We should sort out what happened, because the news that is usually known by other people's mouths will have problems in discernment, and it is easy for the person who narrates to preconceive his views and convey them along with the matter!"

"But... What do you think is strange?" Liu Xiaoxiao looked surprised!

Chen Yuhan's eyes were firm: "Even Zhangjia Village, the village chief we met, made me feel strange!"

Zhangjia Village?

Liu Chuxiao's expression was stunned: "Is that the rickety village chief of the Fair Statue Temple?"

That's him...

Zhou Yixun also cared: "Compared with the cold eyes of the villagers and the hostile attitude, the enthusiasm of the village chief at that time is indeed strange!"

What a bone! Liu Chuxiao instantly thought of this word to describe them.

But...

Liu Chuxiao said with a casual expression: "Maybe because he is the village chief and his identity is different, so on behalf of the village office, his attitude towards people and things is different!

Then you're carefully recalling what he once said...

Chen Yuhan recalled with a deep expression: "That village chief once said..."

"Many people in the village have seen it, the young man's eyes are red, and he is holding the village demon knife in his hand, like a bloodthirsty god of death, and the villagers can't forget him!"

The village chief was even more firm: "I... I'll never forget him!"