At the beginning of the lanterns, there was a huge flow of people in the Baichuan Inn. Among the crowd, a figure seemed to stand out from the crowd, especially conspicuous. He Sikong took the number plate that Zuo Taichong and others had given in advance, mixed in the crowd, and quickly walked towards the guest room that had been agreed in advance.
go.
When he arrived at the branch building written on the number plate, He Sikong looked up and saw that the three guest rooms at the end of the second floor were dark and without any lights. This was in sharp contrast to the other buildings.
"Hey."
He Sikong smiled, not surprised. Assassins always like to hide in the dark. With the style of these two people, this kind of thing can really be done.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
Walking up the stairs to the second floor, walking through the long corridor, and arriving at the last room, He Sikong heard a hoarse voice, and He Sikong was slightly stunned:
"Well, not here?"
He Sikong was slightly surprised. The room was empty, and it didn't look like there was anyone there. Judging from the reactions of Zuo Taichong and Wang Kai, it was impossible not to know that someone had come in.
"Looks like I'm going out for dinner."
He Sikong frowned, thoughtfully. Although he had agreed to meet here, He Sikong was not sure that Zuo Taichong and Wang Kai would listen to him.
Wow!
With a flick of his sleeves, He Sikong crossed the threshold and walked in.
"He Sikong?"
Suddenly, a faint voice came from the room. The voice was neither high nor low, but when He Sikong heard it, a thunder exploded in his ears.
"who is it?!"
He Sikong's eyelids were twitching wildly, and there was a warning sign in his heart. When he just entered the door, he didn't feel that anyone was in the room at all. And judging from the sound, it was definitely not Zuo Taichong or Wang Kaizhong.
The plan of the three people is extremely secretive, and this person is definitely not part of the plan.
"Hey!"
The curtains on the bed surged, and a figure stepped out from inside. Yang Ji fell on the ground and looked at the person in front of him with interest.
Dressed in snow-white, it means that this guy has some mysophobia or some paranoia in his character. His high-spirited pace represents strong self-confidence and a wealthy family background. What caught Yang Ji's attention the most was the scar on the left side of his face and the style of a handle on his back.
A simple silver sword.
"This guy is He Sikong? He looks like a swordsman."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Wang Kai has already seen Zuo Taichong, but He Sikong has not yet been seen. He wants to implement his plan. The key pass token falls on He Sikong.
"It was Zuo Taichong and Wang Kai who asked me to come over."
Yang Ji said calmly, his expression calm and unhurried, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.
He Sikong originally felt alarmed, but seeing Yang Ji's calm attitude, he suddenly calmed down. He didn't know why, but he couldn't arouse any hostility at all.
"Where are Zuo Taichong and Wang Kai? Why didn't they show up? Why do they want you to come over?"
He Sikong said in a deep voice.
"Hey, they have something to do and they can't come at the same time. So they sent me to ask you for something."
Yang Ji said lightly, looking at He Sikong, Yang Ji smiled.
"what?"
Hearing Yang Ji's words, He Sikong's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
"The red token on you!"
"Buzz!"
As soon as Yang Ji said this, He Sikong's expression suddenly changed, and the guest room suddenly became dark. Endless undercurrents and murderous intentions roared out, surging.
"boom!"
There was only an earth-shaking loud noise, a strong wind blew in the guest room, and a bright and dazzling cold light shot out. At the moment when he said these words, Yang Jiyun had already gained momentum and launched a thunderous blow.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji roared out. He disappeared in place almost as soon as he spoke. At the same time, each of the eighteen heavy swords weighed heavily on the mountain. The thunderous thunder formed a torrent of heavy swords, roaring out towards He Sikong.
"court death!"
He Sikong's face changed several times. There was a clang behind him, and the silver ancient sword bounced out. He Sikong's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.
In the dark room, only a shrill scream was heard. He Sikong disappeared, but a silver storm like a dragon suddenly appeared in the void.
This sword energy storm is made up of an unknown number of sharp sword energy. Each sword energy is as thin as a hair, but condensed into substance. It cuts through gold and iron, and contains majestic destruction and dark power.
Thousands of sword energies together formed this silver storm.
"boom!"
In just an instant, two ferocious sword energies immediately collided violently in the void, and the sound of clanging swords could be heard endlessly.
The sword energy and sword energy cut together, sparking endless sparks in the void.
He Sikong's sword was as dense as a rain of swords, while Yang Ji's eighteen heavy swords were as dense as a whale shark in the water. There was no trickery in the contest between sword skills.
He Sikong's sword energy was like mercury leaking to the ground, ruthless and vicious, sharp and ruthless, and every wisp of sword energy was directed towards Yang Ji's vitals.
And Yang Ji's sword energy is as heavy as the mountain, but also exquisite and skillful. The eighteen flying swords are like eighteen martial arts masters, and they contain meticulous sophistication in their roughness. Regardless of He Sikong's stormy sword energy.
No matter where you turn, you will eventually come back without success.
The two of them met their equals and were about to meet a good talent. It was the first time that they encountered an opponent with such superb swordsmanship skills.
Boom!
Suddenly, He Sikong swung his hand, and a heavy sword hit the blade, and He Sikong's move was deflected and he slid in.
"not good!"
He Sikong's expression suddenly changed. The power on Yang Jijian was so strong that his arms were numb and he couldn't resist it for a moment. It was too late to resist.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, a second heavy sword slammed into him like a mountain. A crack had already been torn open in He Sikong's airtight defense, and now the crack was even wider.
boom!
As soon as the second flying sword arrived, there was a roar, and immediately the third heavy sword came quickly. Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth...
"laugh!"
With the last sword swing, He Sikong's door opened wide, and the dark red long sword penetrated directly into He Sikong's chest and out from the back. All the movements were frozen instantly, and He Sikong's eyes widened. He looked at the dark red on his chest.
Yang Ji's long sword made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he couldn't believe that Yang Ji's long sword could pierce his chest so easily.
"how so……"
He Sikong's eyesight dimmed, he leaned back and knew nothing.
"succeed!"
There was a buzz of people outside, and the fight between the two had attracted the attention of many people. Yang Ji suddenly appeared next to He Sikong. After searching, he quickly found a red token.
"This is it."
Yang Ji quickly put the red token into his arms, and at the same time put He Sikong's ancient silver sword into the Naji bottle.
"Well, there is actually a silver card from Wan Guan Tower?"
Yang Ji looked at the silver card found from He Sikong and was greatly surprised. He had no time to think about it. Yang Ji took the silver card and smashed through the window behind the room with a flash. In mid-air, his figure jumped and flew up.
After several feet, he stretched out his arms and quickly climbed onto the edge of the house and climbed onto the roof.
"gone!"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he saw that many figures in the inn had gathered, and some of the extraordinary guests were already chasing him in his direction.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Yang Ji's body rose and fell several times, flying through the row upon row of buildings, his speed getting faster and faster. He soon got rid of these people and disappeared without a trace.
Vendettas among warriors are commonplace. The fight in the Baichuan Inn did not cause much disturbance. No one knew the young man in white in the room.
Soon, He Sikong, who was lying in the room, was regarded as an ordinary businessman and was secretly carried out of the back door of Baichuan Inn.
Yang Ji returned to a private house and watched the scene silently. When he saw He Sikong being dragged away, he nodded silently.
After all, there are too many people in Zhoufu. In a big city with a population of one million, people die every day. Who will pay attention to a traveler in an inn?
Whether it is He Sikong, Zuo Taichong or Wang Kai who have died in the mountains, except for a few people, who else knows about them.
His plan was by no means perfect, but Yang Ji had no intention of pretending to be Zuo Taichong and Wang Kai all the time.
Getting close to the young prince Jiuding is just a means, not an end.
Yang Ji turned around, put a golden mask as thin as a cicada's wings on his face, walked out of the house with a whoosh, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
…
In the darkness of night, Wan Guan Tower was completely dark, as if there was no one there.
The grand event of Wanguan Tower takes place once every three months. Except for this time, Wanguan Tower is empty at other times. But despite this, the Wanguan Tower is by no means empty, nor has all operations stopped.
As a for-profit store, it is impossible for Wanguanlou to cease operations.
"Which one?"
The octagonal tower-like buildings dozens of feet away from Wanguan Tower are brightly lit, and several red lanterns in the shape of red beads hang down one after another from the cornices of the octagonal tower.
In front of the gate of the Octagonal Building, there were only two guards in Tsing Yi, either sitting or lying down, staring outside. One of them even yawned.
Although it stands in a downtown area, this octagonal building that is more than ten feet high is neither a medicine shop, a tea house, nor an inn. Compared with other shops in this block, this octagonal building looks quite out of place.
The owner of the Octagon doesn't seem to care at all.
However, Yang Ji knew that this was Wan Guan Lou's secret base during his free time, handling some business outside of normal operations, such as picking up and storing goods, and also conducting some transactions between customers.
However, Wanguanlou generally does not intervene, but introduces customers to conduct such transactions.
All the business is to improve the service of Wanguanlou in addition to the normal store. Except for a few people, not many people actually know about this place.
"It was your manager Liu who introduced me here."
Yang Ji said calmly and took out a card, but it was not a silver card, but a small red diamond-shaped card. This was stuffed by Liu Xiyuan to him when he was in Wanguan Building, and it was also the pass to enter the Octagonal Building.
"It turns out to be Mr. Liu."
The two guards refreshed their spirits and immediately stood up straight. Their appearance changed. It was completely different from the yawning appearance before.
"The inside has been notified, please."
The guard on the left pulled the bell hanging above his head and let out the door behind him, saying politely.
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded and walked in slowly with his hands behind his back. (To be continued)