The man in brown clothes paced back and forth in the room. As the candlelight swayed, he could see his tight brows clearly. It was not difficult to see the man's anxiety and nervousness.
Finally, a soft knock on the door sounded outside the house.
"Mr. Zhao, we are here."
The man in the room showed joy and almost stepped to the door, pulled out the door bolt that was useless, opened the door and put the person outside into the room.
Two figures walked into the hut and took off the large cloak that was cage on them.
Two people, one man and one woman.
The man's face was pale, his hair was dry and yellow, and his appearance was quite straight. His thin cheeks made him look like he was starving. His nose was a little collapsed, and a scar extended from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth.
The woman who walked with him was pretty, with skin as cream, a high nose bridge, and her big eyes flashed with breathtaking light. She looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Two, I have something to ask you." The man in brown clothes in force said anxiously.
The man among the people waved his hand, "Mr. Zhao, I know what you want to ask."
"We didn't do the fifth person who died."
"It wasn't you who did it?" Lord Zhao was a little disbelief, "But no one except you can paint a portrait of the ghost Buddha in the Western Regions. I gave that portrait to you myself."
The man shook his head, "Tu Shenglou never interferes in things other than missions. Even if we really have to kill them, we will not be stupid enough to involve irrelevant people in the mission."
"I'll say it again, the fifth person who died has nothing to do with Tu Shenglou."
"Then give me an explanation, who killed the fifth person? Why did the portrait of the ghost Buddha appear?"
"This incident has been very popular in Chang'an. Maybe someone imitated and killed people. In the huge Chang'an City, a portrait of a legend in the Western Regions was recognized. Even if no one knew him in the first few days, it would be difficult for people to be recognized in three or five days."
"Our Tusheng Building is only responsible for killing people, explaining? Haha... I'm sorry, Lord Zhao, it's better to ask the dead."
Lord Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, don't talk about this."
He took out a bag of oil paper from his arms and threw it on the table to spread it out, which was filled with broken silver.
"This is one hundred taels, I want you to kill the last one!"
The man frowned, "Aren't there eight people in total? Only four of them were killed."
"It's too late to kill one by one." Lord Zhao said hatefully, "Now the crown prince Li Chu called Gao Zhengming to enter the mansion. He probably found some clues. It is estimated that Gao Zhengming will be protected by him."
"So you want to solve the person you hate the most in advance?"
"good!"
"I originally wanted to let Gao Zheng realize it later and slowly discover the clues. After all the seven people died, he would wait for death in fear."
"Nothing can destroy a person more than fear."
The man frowned and said, "If you want to kill Gao Zhengming, one hundred taels will be less."
"It's agreed that it's three hundred taels. A minister of the Ministry of Revenue has become our lenient treatment to you."
"I know, this is just a deposit." Zhao said, "When you kill Gao Zhengming, the remaining 200 taels will be delivered."
"There is no reason to pay a deposit in Tusheng Building. He always takes money first and then kills people."
"Sorry, Lord Zhao, if you can't hand over the remaining 200 taels, we can't take your business any longer."
"Can't you...grace grace?"
Lord Zhao's voice trembled, "Give me some time, tomorrow! I will definitely send all the money here at this time tomorrow. Can you kill Gao Zhengming first?"
The man shook his head, ignored Lord Zhao's plea, put on his cloak, and was about to walk outside the house.
The woman who had not spoken around him suddenly grabbed him. The man looked over in surprise, and the woman shook her head solemnly.
"Senior brother, if you don't accept this business, I'll accept it!"
"You are crazy!" the man growled, "You are not yet home, how can you assassinate a minister of the Ministry of Revenue before you reach the second grade?"
But looking at the woman's unquestionable look, the man sighed helplessly.
He knew his junior sister's temper, she was quirky, but she was as stubborn as a cow.
The man remembered the instructions given to him by coming to Chang'an:
Now that the world is in turmoil, there will be a great disaster soon. It is the time when my Tusheng Building rises. Feng'er, during this trip to Chang'an, you must make the name of Tusheng Building. Let everyone in the world know that a new emperor has emerged in the darkness of the world!
The man turned around and nodded.
"Mr. Zhao keeps these silver."
"Gao Zhengming, we took it and don't have any money."
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"You said...you're serious?"
Lord Zhao could hardly believe his ears. He held the man's hand and said excitedly:
"Thank you... Thank you Young Master..."
"We can't afford the word "门门".
The man smiled and waved his hand, and pulled his junior sister out the door.
"According to the previous agreement, we will scare him for two days and kill him on the third night."
"Three days later, you come here and I will give you Gao Zhengming's head."
Lord Zhao smiled and shook his head, "No need."
The man stopped, he turned his head in confusion and asked:
"Why?"
"Half a month later, it was her birthday. I originally thought that in half a month, I could kill them all. At that time, I took Gao Zhengming's head and went to her grave to worship on the day of her birthday. I had no worries and just went with her."
"But now time is tight and it's too late."
"Three days later, it was the day when I first met her."
Lord Zhao's face was filled with a happy smile, "You said, it would be great to go to find her the day when I first met her, right?"
The man did not answer, nodded and said, "I will burn paper money for you in Gao Zhengming's house."
Lord Zhao bowed, "Thank you."
The man turned around and went out, but the woman was reluctant to leave.
"Is there anything else for Miss Tang?" Lord Zhao looked at her with a smile.
The woman's lips parted, and an ethereal and pleasant voice sounded:
"Mr. Zhao, it's a pity that I and I couldn't finish listening to the story of you and Miss Naning."
"The story is miserable, and it is useless to tell more."
Lord Zhao said warmly: "Zhao Shougang has three wishes in his life, one wishes to be peaceful and healthy in the world, and the other wishes to stay with Nanning forever. These two wishes cannot be fulfilled. After the third wish, I only hope that lovers in the world will eventually get married."
"Miss Tang, I wish you one day find your wishful husband and no longer need to fight and kill. The two of them stay together forever, and they are good, and they will not suffer."
The woman was silent for a moment and rarely gave the woman she despised the most.
"Thank you the auspicious words of Lord Zhao."
Zhao Shougang smiled and watched the woman go out, watching their figures disappear into the night.
He waited for a while, grabbed the oil paper bag on the table, blew out the candle, and gently brought it to the door.
The streets are no longer as quiet and quiet as before. Someone is fighting for something in the distance, and there are endless insults.
Zhao Shougang walked briskly through the noisy streets and left the insults far behind.
Understanding a big knot in his heart, he felt relaxed all over.
As he walked, Zhao Shougang suddenly burst into laughter.
He opened the oil-paper bag full of broken silver, grabbed the broken silver handfuls and threw them into the sky.
In the end, Zhao Shougang simply threw out the oil-paper bag.
The sound of silver falling from a high place to the ground seemed particularly crisp and pleasant in the quiet night. The echoes resounded in the empty streets and in the beautiful dreams of people who were sleeping.
A large piece of silver hit Zhao Shougang's forehead, and blood gushed out, dyeing half of his face bright red.
But Zhao Shougang didn't care at all, he was still smiling. The corners of his mouth were very open, which was a comfortable smile he had never seen before, happier than his Jinshi smile.
He walked into the night, and his voice came from the night:
"I hope all lovers in the world will eventually get married..."
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Li Xin slept peacefully all night, and yesterday he vented his anger with Murong Bai and had a blow. When he woke up, he was sore all over, but he was full of energy.
It took a long time since I fought so happily. Li Xin'an used to practice sword alone and rarely had time to compete with others.
For Li Xinan, who has now entered the second level, general exchanges have little effect on him.
But Murong Bai, a peak that he cannot overcome, is ahead, and Li Xin'an feels this is an opportunity.
When he fought with Murong Bai yesterday, Li Xin'an felt that his training in swordsmanship was consolidated a little more.
"Maybe it's another excuse to fight Murong Bai."
Li Xinan thought so, got out of bed and pushed open the door.
The yard was quiet. In the past few days, many people lived in Youxiang, most of them were spies in the Blood Clothing Hall.
Compared to Li Chu's "Eight Heavenly Dragons", Li Xin'an is more at ease with his confidant subordinates.
Usually at this time, there were always one or two spies from the Blood Clothing Hall guarding the yard as a warning, but today there was no one.
Li Xin'an was a little confused. He didn't send everyone out yesterday?
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With suspicion, Li Xin walked across the bridge and walked all the way to the front yard.
If they aren't here, there's only one place to go.
As expected, the front yard lobby was overcrowded.
Yuan Sheng sat on the steps in dismay, his left arm was cut and tied with a white cloth at this moment, and scarlet blood was vaguely visible on the white cloth.
In addition to him, all the spies in the Blood Clothing Hall were dejected.
Many people were injured, seriously, and half of their faces were entangled.
There were two bodies on the floor in the lobby.
Seeing Li Xin'an coming, Yuan Sheng quickly stood up and leaned over to Li Xin'an's side. His lips opened, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Yuan Sheng lowered his head in shame and said nothing.
Li Xin'an stopped and glanced at the people in the extremely ashamed Blood Clothing Hall, and his heart skipped a beat.
"I'm afraid something happened in Tusheng Building..."
Li Xin'an's eyes swept to the two corpses behind the crowd, his face changed, he pushed away the people in the Blood Clothing Hall who were blocking him and rushed into the lobby.
"The master of the hall cannot..."
“Beware of poison!”
Li Xinan rudely broke free from Yuan Sheng's arm and kicked away the person who was holding his waist.
Seeing that the people in the Blood Clothing Hall could not stop him, they had to cover his mouth and nose with a cloth.
In the lobby, Murong Bai sat on the ground, his face covered with cloth.
Li Xin'an stared at the terrifying death of the two people on the ground in a daze. The flesh on their faces fell off as if they had melted, revealing black bones, and even there were slight corrosive marks on the bones!
"Did Tu Shenglou do it?" Li Xin'an whispered.
Yuan Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Yes... we found their secret stakes, rushed into the room, and controlled all the people inside. We originally thought that the task was done, but Wang Yi and Wu Qi discovered another secret door. I asked them to go in and explore the way first..."
The big and thick man sobbed: "As soon as they pried open the secret door, a burst of black air floated out. We were all far away and were not affected, but Wang Yi and the others were all hit..."
"I saw them covering their faces and rolling on the ground. Wu Qi was still crying, saying that he was blind and kept crying..."
Yuan Sheng said in tears: "It's all my fault, I should have explored the way..."
"Diet is expected in the killer industry, and you should have been prepared for it for a long time. Is it because of the long time that you have been comfortable, right? Why are you crying?"
Li Xin'an shouted, at this moment, he seemed so cruel and ruthless.
But only Murong Bai who faced him could see that there were two tears flowing on Li Xin'an's face.
"What happened later?"
Yuan Sheng wiped away his tears and said in a deep voice: "Later we took the bodies of the two brothers down, and I took people into the secret door. There was a long corridor inside, and at the end was a room with candles lit inside."
"We thought there would be someone there, so we walked over without thinking too much."
"But there are mechanisms on both sides of the corridor, and countless flying knives and hidden arrows are everywhere. Fortunately, we were wary of it and no one died."
"There is only one table and three stools in that room. There is a teacup on the table, and the tea is still warm. I infer that there were people here not long ago, and we should have been alarmed by us."
"We found another mechanism in the room and climbed up the open passage. There was a cowshed outside."
"At this point, we lost all the clues of the Tusheng Building."
After Yuan Sheng said this, he knelt on one knee on the ground, and the spy from the Blood Clothing Hall behind him also knelt down.
"I am not doing my job well, please punish me!"
Li Xin'an waved his hand and said coldly: "If you have the heart to be punished, it's better to find out the address of Tusheng Building and avenge your two brothers. That's better than anything else."
"I was planning to start the Tusheng Building, but I didn't expect that they would suffer a loss... Haha, this is the case. If you don't have any skills, you can't be called the second place in the Blood Clothing Hall!"
"I have made a military order to Your Highness for fifteen days, and there are eight days left. Yuan Sheng, I want you to find the hidden stakes of Tusheng Building within eight days and uproot it! I don't care what method you use to mobilize all the people you can collect in Blood Clothes Hall and use all the channels of Blood Clothes Hall. If you can't do it in eight days, come and see you!"
"I want to let Jianghu know that the Blood Clothing Hall is not old, and the killer is the first, and it is still us!"
"yes!"
The spies from the Blood Clothing Hall behind him all claimed that they were, and with two corpses, they retreated like a tide.
Murong Bai took off his mask and a trace of worry surged between his eyebrows.
"Blood Clothes Hall...is going to kill someone?"
Li Xin'an did not answer this question, and he asked melancholy:
"Bai Mutou, do you think...I am a competent hall master?"