The young man Zhang Quan let out a "poof" and couldn't help laughing.
No one in the Blood Clothes dared to talk to Li Xin'an like that. Zhang Quan was very happy to hear Murong Bai scolding his own hall master like this.
Li Xin'an walked over nonchalantly, took Song Hui out of the carriage, kicked Zhang Quan, "Lead the way!"
Zhang Quan walked into the room and lit an oil lamp. By the light of the fire, Murong Bai could see clearly that there were more than a dozen people standing against the wall in the room, each with a knife. Seeing Li Xin'an, they also nodded slightly and did not leave.
Voice.
"The killers of Blood Clothes Hall and Snake Hall are all good assassins." Li Xin'an explained to Murong Bai.
Zhang Quan walked to the back kitchen of this mutton shop and pulled out a chopping board. Then the ground rumbled, revealing a dark hole.
Zhang Quan led the way with a lantern, Li Xin'an walked up the stairs into the entrance of the cave, and Murong Bai followed closely behind. The three of them walked for a while, and after a while the stairs became flat and they reached the end.
With the light of the light, Zhang Quan walked to a place and groped for a while, and then the torches on the surrounding stone walls burned together, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime.
Murong Bai looked at the cave, which had few decorations, a few beds, a table, a few chairs, and some stored food.
"This is a stronghold of the Blood Clothing Hall, just in case of emergencies." Li Xin'an put Song Hui on the bed and pressed her hand. After a while, Song Hui woke up leisurely.
She stared blankly at this strange place. From the torches surrounding her, she could only tell that she was in a cave.
"Miss Song Hui, there's no need to look, this is underground, you can't escape."
Li Xin'an said with a smile: "The reason why I brought you here is to make you think carefully. It will be beneficial to both of us if you identify Yang Guozhong. I can make the decision not to hold the Iron Flag Sect accountable."
Song Hui sneered and said: "I can't believe that the officials of the majestic grandson can actually commit private crimes. I thought you were so upright, but it turns out you are just a group of illegals!"
"Miss Song Hui, when you say this, you are scolding your Young Master Murong." Li Xin'an shrugged, "If I were just a member of His Royal Highness, it would be impossible for me to do such a thing, but the key point is,
The person standing in front of you at this time is not an official of the Emperor’s grandson, but the master of the Blood Clothes Hall.”
"Blood Clothes Hall?" Song Hui muttered, and the expression on her face suddenly turned frightened.
When she was very young, there seemed to be such a powerful force in Chang'an City, which suppressed Chang'an City and even the entire Tang Dynasty. It was for no other reason than their weird and terrifying killing methods and the man behind them.
A nightmare of the Tang Dynasty with sweet talk, sword hidden in smile.
"Think about it carefully." Li Xin'an's eyes shone with a strange light under the firelight.
"We have plenty of time."
He turned around and walked out of the cave. Murong Bai and Zhang Quan left immediately, leaving Song Hui alone in the cave.
There was a "squeak" sound from above, and the torches in the cave were instantly extinguished, returning to the cold darkness.
"Send the order..." Li Xin'an ordered Zhang Quan, "I want information on all the people in southern Xinjiang, the sooner the better!"
"Are you ready to deal with the Gu Master now?" Murong Bai asked.
Li Xin'an rubbed his head, wondering: "For this great head, Southern Xinjiang Gu Master? Even the King of Heaven, I have to kill him!"
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Next, Li Xin'an and Murong Bai simply stayed in the mutton shop. Information about the southern Xinjiang Gu masters flew like snowflakes and piled up in a thick pile on the table.
In fact, there is very little introduction to the Gu Masters of Southern Xinjiang themselves, and more is the description of the Gu Techniques and Gu Insects.
Li Xin'an watched these for two days.
Murong Bai couldn't help but persuade him: "You just watch here and don't search for the whereabouts of the Gu Master in Southern Xinjiang. How can you find the murderer of Song Yuanfeng in eight days if you waste two days like this?"
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Li Xin'an handed over a book in his hand and said: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will be victorious in every battle! Take a look, it's very interesting."
He read aloud to Murong Bai: "According to the book, poison is an insect. The method of refining poison requires putting highly poisonous insects such as snakes, scorpions, spiders, centipedes, etc. into the same container and soaking them in blood.
Feed them raw meat, make them eat and kill each other, put the container in a cold place, and wait for many days. In the end, the only thing left is the Gu."
"Southern Xinjiang is located in a remote area, with deep mountains and dense forests, poisonous insects everywhere, and unbearable humidity and heat. It took us in the Central Plains hundreds of years to figure out the types of poisonous poisons. There are twelve kinds of poisonous poisons in southern Xinjiang, namely: snake poisonous insects,
Golden silkworm voodoo, bamboo strips voodoo, loach voodoo, medium harm voodoo, malnutrition voodoo, swollen voodoo, epilepsy voodoo, yin snake voodoo, raw snake vood and love flower voodoo."
"The two little black bugs that killed Song Yuanfeng and the two deputy sect leaders are the malnutrition Gu."
Murong Bai frowned slightly,
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"The malnutrition Gu seems to be one of the more common among the twelve Gu. It is relatively simple to raise, and any Gu master can use it."
"But there are superior and inferior types of rickworms." Li Xin'an said with a smile, "Usually, those that are rickets are poisonous mosquitoes from southern Xinjiang. They are larger than ordinary mosquitoes and are less than a grain of rice.
The big black bug is obviously not. So I think this should be a white-striped cryptoworm. It is completely black except for a little white under the abdomen, which is where the venom gathers. Usually a dozen white-striped cryptoworms will suffice.
If a chicken is bitten to death, more than 20 people can be killed, and if more than 50 chickens are killed, cattle, sheep, pigs and horses will be killed. And as a poisonous insect, it is even more poisonous, and one can kill more than a dozen people! Can this
When poisonous insects are refined into ordinary malnutrition Gu, this Gu Master is not ordinary."
"But you still don't know who did it. In the vast sea of people, no matter how powerful the Gu Master is, he is just an ordinary person."
Just as he was talking, Zhang Quan walked in from outside. He had been running around for the past two days, and Murong Bai didn't know what Li Xin'an ordered him to do.
He handed over a piece of paper, and Li Xin'an took it and opened it. There were only three words written on it: "Yonghefang".
The handwriting is crooked and the person who wrote it seems to be in a hurry.
"If you can't find a Gu Master, then just find them all. The murderer will always be among them anyway." Li Xin'an handed the piece of paper to Murong Bai and said with a smile:
"Xue Yi Tang has been monitoring the people in Southern Xinjiang before. Although they left Chang'an, the residence of those people in Southern Xinjiang has not changed much. I specially ordered people to restart the surveillance of people in Southern Xinjiang. Combined with the situation seventeen years ago,
According to the information recorded by the Blood Clothes Hall, I found that some people from Southern Xinjiang secretly gather at a place every seven days. Zhang Quan led his people to follow a Gu Master from Southern Xinjiang who had leaked his identity for a long time before he found out that it was here."
"Yonghefang?"
"I'll take you here tonight!"
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As night fell, Li Xin'an and Murong Bai put on night clothes, covered their heads, used Qinggong to shuttle between the markets, and headed towards Yonghe Square.
Zhang Quan originally wanted to come, but Li Xin'an vetoed it when he said: "The child is left to look after the house."
Yonghefang is only two blocks away from Zhuque Street. The two of them hurriedly hurried and took their time, and it took them half an hour to get there.
Li Xin'an and Murong Bai were hiding in the shadows, waiting for the soldiers on the wall to change their guard, and then rolled into Yonghe Square at a lightning-fast speed.
There were people from the Blood Clothes Hall in Yonghefang to help him, and they left marks along the way. Li Xin'an followed the marks back and forth in Yonghefang, and finally came to a dilapidated inn.
"Cuckoo...Cuckoo..." Li Xin'an covered her mouth and imitated the hoot of an owl, and a window on the second floor of the inn quietly opened a small crack.
Li Xin'an and Murong Bai jumped up to the second floor, opened the window and got into the house.
There were three people in the room, all spies from the Bloody Clothes Hall.
"Master!" the leader said respectfully, "We have found the gathering place of the Southern Xinjiang people. It is just a street away from the back of this inn. They entered along an alley, which is the slum of Yonghefang. We
We wanted to disguise ourselves as beggars and sneak in, but there were guards there, so we were blocked from entering."
"Well, I understand, you did a good job." Li Xin'an nodded, "Have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare?"
"All the poison-avoiding pills left in the hall are here." The man presented a wooden box and opened it, "There are three pills in total."
Li Xin'an frowned and said, "Three... are too few."
The leading spy from the Blood Clothes Hall said cautiously: "Most of the old people in the hall who know how to make poison-avoiding pills are no longer here, and the poison-avoiding pills are used less and less. Our brothers from the Snake Hall can only figure out the prescriptions on our own. Snake
There are still more than a dozen at the headquarters, and we have sent a letter to the Snake Hall to inform them to hurry up and deliver them."
Thinking of the massacre at Blood Clothes Hall seventeen years ago, Li Xin'an couldn't help but sigh a little, and sighed: "It's too late."
He looked at the three remaining poison-avoiding pills, pondered for a moment, took out one, and then closed the lid.
"Baimaotou, this is a poison-avoiding elixir from southern Xinjiang. The spies of the Blood Clothes Hall worked hard to bring it from the Five Poison Sect. After taking it, it can block the invasion of poisonous insects for a quarter of an hour."
Murong Bai frowned and said, "Is one enough?"
"There is no way. There will be times when we will use this thing in the future. Now we are just going to explore the situation. We cannot use two at once. Take one first and eat it immediately if there is any danger."
Murong Bai nodded in agreement, and the two of them immediately left the inn, following the guidance of the Blood Clothes Hall spies, and walked towards the slum behind the inn.
Chang'an looks glamorous on the outside, but every city has its unknown side. In every city in Chang'an, there is such a slum.
It was a place where beggars, desperadoes, homeless people and abandoned slaves lived. It was cold and damp, without seeing the light of day all year round. People lived like mice in dilapidated leaky houses and died.
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No one will know that they wander out at dusk and live off the charity of others.
From a distance, you can smell the stench emanating from there.
Li Xin'an covered her nose and said vaguely: "I didn't expect these southern Xinjiang people to choose this place to gather. It's really sentimental."
"I'm afraid I have some ulterior motive in choosing this place." Murong Bai said solemnly, "You have forgotten that one of the steps for refining Gu is to choose a cold and dark place. It is dark all year round, but it is an excellent place for refining Gu.
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Li Xin'an's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have thought of something. He glanced at Murong Bai beside him, who also had a shocked look on his face and reacted.
"Brother Li, you said that the Blood Clothes Hall started monitoring people in southern Xinjiang many years ago."
"Hmm... about twenty years or so."
"They have been here for more than twenty years?"
"Seventeen years ago, the Bloody Clothes Hall withdrew from Chang'an. They have not yet investigated why the people from southern Xinjiang gathered. The secret agent of the Bloody Clothes Hall, Sun Yongzhi, put the final touch on this matter. Judging from the trajectory of the southern Xinjiang people he was responsible for tracking,
It seems to be Yonghefang.”
Li Xin'an murmured: "It really lasted for more than twenty years..."
Is there any kind of Gu that can make them practice for more than twenty years?
"White wood." Li Xin'an took a deep breath, his eyes cold.
"I'm afraid we have discovered another big case this time!"
The two of them held their breath and quietly walked into the narrow alley. The alley was very messy, with the ground covered with weeds, dead animal carcasses, broken bottles and cans, and tattered clothes stained with mud.
There had just been an autumn rain two days ago, and the air was filled with the smell of decaying wood and the stench of rotting animal carcasses.
There are mosquitoes and flies buzzing in my ears. This cold and humid place is a paradise for them to hatch. Mosquitoes in autumn are often more difficult and annoying than summer mosquitoes. They will not stop until they suck blood. This is their last stubbornness. Again
In a few days, these nasty creatures like mosquitoes will completely disappear from Chang'an.
"Be careful!" Li Xin'an whispered, "protect the body internally to prevent poisonous insects from getting mixed up inside."
Murong Bai followed him, and the two of them walked a certain distance. At a corner, Murong Bai suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
"Be careful, there is someone ahead!"
Listening to Murong Bai's voice transmission, Li Xin'an believed it even though he had not seen it. He gently climbed onto the low wall and reached up with his eyes. Through the moonlight, he saw that he was indeed in a corner in the distance.
A figure wrapped in a cloak arrived.
The man curled up in the corner, as if to resist the cold. His face was covered by a large cloak, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
Fortunately, Murong Bai held him back, otherwise they would have met that man in a narrow road as soon as they turned the corner.
"What should I do?" Li Xin'an asked in a low voice.
Murong Bai pointed to the top and said through the message: "You can't walk anymore. Go through this house."
Li Xin'an whispered: "Go back."
The two of them took a dozen steps back. Feeling that they were far away from the man, they jumped into the yard next to them.
The dilapidated scene in the yard was no different from that outside, and many of the surrounding houses were inhabited by half-dead people. A person would pop up from nowhere, so the two of them walked even more carefully.
To their surprise, the yard was actually not that small. Judging from the beautiful carvings and decorations on the houses on both sides that were covered with moss, it was clear that this was an extremely prosperous place many years ago. However, things and people have changed over time, and it has become a
This is what it looks like now.
The two of them walked cautiously for a long time before they saw a small door, which they thought was the back door of the courtyard.
Li Xin'an breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Murong Bai: "Finally we have bypassed that person, Bai Mumu, who do you think that person is?"
"He must be a Gu Master from southern Xinjiang, and his cultivation is not ordinary." Murong Bai sighed, "He gives me a dangerous feeling. I can feel a sense of death in him, and he doesn't seem to be a living person."
"Did the southern Xinjiang Gu Master learn the corpse exorcism technique from He Feng Mountain in Lingnan?" Li Xin'an joked, "I must have been with the Gu all day long, and my body was more or less affected by the Gu."
He stretched out his hand to break the rusty iron lock on the door, opened the door, and his expression instantly froze.
A man with a large cloak covering his face was standing in front of them!
"To be praised so highly by Mr. Murong, the Young Master of the Martial Arts Alliance, I feel that my life has been lived in vain."
The man took off his cloak and could clearly see his appearance through the moonlight. His blue-gray face, dry hair, and large black spots on his face all told Li Xin'an that the man in front of him was really a dead man.
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But the most terrible thing is that both he and Murong Bai know this person!