Chapter 701 The Mysterious Visitor in Black Clothes Alley
Jiankang City, Wuyi Lane.
Compared with the Wang family, Xie family and other high-end courtyards where people come and go, the gates are bustling, and all kinds of luxury cars line up in front of the door, this place looks inconspicuous and the door is very simple.
The courtyard is hidden at the other end of this noisy place. The door is ajar. Two old servants with hunchbacks and small hats in green clothes weakly sweep the fallen leaves at the door. No one notices that there is such an independent place in this long alley.
It is no wonder that the small world exists. As this place is hidden in the deepest part of Wuyi Lane, there has not been any prominent family for decades. Many people even do not know who the owner of this villa is.
A figure wrapped in a cloak quickly flashed through the crack in the door. The two old servants sweeping the floor seemed to turn a blind eye, and no one came up to question this person. It was like a breeze blowing into the small courtyard.
, leaving no trace behind.
The cloak guest quickly got into the small courtyard. The courtyard was empty. Two or three wing rooms were scattered around. A pine tree was planted in the courtyard. A dry well was located on one side. The cloak guest stood at the dry well.
On the edge, he looked around, suddenly stood up, his whole body rose into the air, and fell into the dry well.
On top of the pine tree, a crow was frightened by the cloaked man's movement. It flapped its wings and suddenly wanted to soar into the sky. Suddenly, a white light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye flashed through, and the crow's head immediately followed its head.
The body was separated, and the two wings fell directly from the sky. Even such a small bird was immediately divided into four parts in the air, and a cloud of blood sprinkled from the sky.
A piece of rag appeared silently on the ground. The bird's blood was spread all over the cloth. Not a single feather fell out. Four bird carcasses fell lightly on the cloth, but the crow's eyes were still there.
Open, even as a bird, it still refuses to rest in peace.
A hunchbacked old servant who had been sweeping the floor at the door just now appeared on the edge of the cloth like a ghost. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, uncorked it, and poured it towards the broken piece of cloth.
The crow fragments on the cloth fell down, and a few drops of a slightly yellowish liquid like gelatin fell down and poured on the bird pieces. Several streaks of green smoke suddenly rose, and the bird's body was among these.
In the dripping thick liquid, it boiled and rolled rapidly, and the pungent smell hit your face. The smoke became bigger and thicker. Gradually, only the sound of "sizzling" was heard, and everything on the cloth
, couldn't see clearly, but the old hunchbacked servant stood aside, motionless, like a clay sculpture.
When the smoke dissipated, in just a moment, there was not a single bird feather on the rag. The crow seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no traces except the residue.
The few drops of residual liquid that looked burnt and yellow on the rag showed no evidence that a bird had ever been here.
The hunchbacked old servant bent down calmly and picked up the rag on the ground. With a flick of his wrist, the few drops of residual liquid immediately disappeared into the grass in the corner of the wall, submerged in the dust, and there was not even a trace of smoke.
It rose up and disappeared.
The hunchbacked old servant folded the rag carefully, put it into his sleeve, picked up the broom leaning against the wall, bowed slightly toward the dry well before going out, saluted, and then walked backwards.
After leaving the courtyard and closing the door behind him, he became dull and slow again, trembling and trembling, without the quickness and ability in the courtyard, which was incompatible with the excitement and hustle and bustle at the other end of the alley outside.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
There was a slow and heavy sound in the dry well, as if it came from another world. People who are familiar with the agency news will definitely change their colors when they hear it, because in this sound, at least more than ten people
With the news that is connected everywhere, even if you don't have to go down the well yourself, you can deduce that there must be an extremely dangerous and dangerous place down there, full of traps. Who could be the person who would set up such a layout here?
Deep underground, in a large dark room, on the four walls, huge butter candles burned with huge firelight, illuminating the secret room like daylight. Three people were dressed in black cloaks and wore different shapes.
The men in bronze masks were sitting around a huge round table, like diamond figures. No movement could be seen. If it weren't for the looming and occasionally shining light in the three pairs of eyes, people would even be suspicious.
, these three are dummies, and a seat in the south is still empty, waiting for its owner to take his seat.
There was a "click" sound, and a secret door appeared on the south wall. The man in cloak who had just entered the small courtyard walked in slowly. His movements made almost no sound, and even made people feel a sense of
, this person had the illusion that he was floating in the air. Under the gaze of the other three people, he sat on the empty seat on the south side, raised his head, and under the light of the fire, a face wearing a bronze Suzaku mask appeared.
In the sight of everyone.
To the west, a man wearing a white horse mask looked at the newcomer. There was a harsh and unpleasant sound, like the intersection of gold and iron. It was so hard that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, old or young: "Suzaku"
, you are late. How can you be late for such an important thing?!"
The man named Suzaku opened his mouth slowly, his voice was like a volcano erupting, almost every note exploded, it sounded extremely harsh, and he did not distinguish between men, women, old or young: "There was something wrong at the auction.
It's a minor matter. It's not easy for me to get away and come here. Baima, you and I were supposed to be there at the same time, but you didn't come. You shouldn't blame me for this."
To the east, a man in a green dragon mask waved his hand. He was wearing gloves, and no trace of skin could be seen at all. Just like his whole body, it was hidden deep in the cloak. There was a hint of weirdness, and his voice was like waves.
Hitting the stone, a breath of sea and sky hit his face: "Okay, every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, we should get to the point soon. Suzaku, Xie Yan and Xie Xuan, did they really have a direct conflict at the auction?"
There was a hint of disdain in Suzaku's voice: "You three have great ears and eyes. How could you not know what happened more than an hour ago? Why bother asking me again?"
The man from the north raised his head. A turtle mask shone in the light of the fire. His voice was as cold as ice and without any emotion. It made people's blood almost freeze after listening to it: "The noble family."
The conflict between us is about to break out, how should we deal with it?"