10 Book of Purgatory, Angel of Night Suddenly, the window paper made a sound and was pierced by a strong wind, followed by a menacing murderous intention.
I was fully focused, so I easily dodged the stabbing, and my right hand went through the window paper with a pop and grabbed it in. The length of the weapon I estimated in my mind at that moment was accurate, and I just caught the back of the opponent's hand.
, quickly tightened, and first controlled the opponent's continuous attack ability.
"Who is it?" the elephant monk shouted in a low voice, the window paper rang again, and a samurai sword with a gray back and a white blade was pulled out again and went straight to my lower abdomen.
I flipped my right hand and snatched the three-edged sword from the opponent's hand. I slashed it horizontally and blocked the samurai sword with a click.
This kind of military spur with blood grooves on all three sides is an American patent. It is powerful in close range attacks. Once it hits the target, it will form irregular cuts and wounds that are difficult to heal.
"The plague, it's an old friend here." From his two attacks, his true identity was finally determined, a "dead man" who should have been buried by the Japanese police long ago.
The door opened, dim lamplight came out, but no one made a sound.
"Come out and talk, please? The air in the yard is better, so you don't have to pretend all day long and make yourself look like a ghost or a ghost." In fact, if there were no other things that have been bothering him, he should be able to see through his disguise earlier.
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Plague still didn't respond, so I took a deep breath and strode in. A person who escaped the pursuit of the "Angel of Night" flew far away, but still stayed in place and disguised himself in every possible way. For what purpose? Based on Plague's name
With his greedy nature, if there was no huge treasure to attract him, why would he be so nostalgic for Fengqiao Temple?
I didn't even look up, but I could already feel the murderous aura coming from the top of my head. The plague was like a lake, and I should have understood the gap in martial arts between us, so I tried to dive straight down from the top of the beam and deliver a fatal blow.
The furnishings in the room were quite simple, with just a table, a chair, a lamp and a bed. The quilts on the bed were still neatly stacked, and it was obvious that he had no intention of sleeping at all.
"There is no conflict of interest between us, so why bother with me?" The man on the top of the beam slowly spoke, and his voice changed from the urgent voice of the elephant monk to the long and cunning voice of the plague. He flicked the long knife in his hand and said, "
There was a sound of "Dang". A smart person always knows the right time to advance or retreat. Since he is sure that he is not my opponent, of course he will not take action easily.
"Yes, there is no conflict of interest. Wouldn't it be better to come down and talk?" I slowly placed the military spur on the table and raised my hands to show that I was not hostile.
Plague fell to the ground with a cry, stood up straight, raised his hands and tore off the extremely thin mask on his face, revealing his thin, sallow face again.
In the dead of night, this is a very suitable time to sit around the fire, drink and talk, but there is not even a glass of water here, only the endless bone-crushing cold air.
"I thought you were dead. Do the people of the Night Angel think so too? Unfortunately, with your disguise skills, you can pretend to be another person, such as the original Shi Dao, or an even more inconspicuous monk.
Why do you have to dress up as an elephant monk?" This is what confused me the most.
Plague walked to the table, put down the knife and mask in his hands, and raised his hands to prove his sincerity.
"I just want to know more about the high-level secrets of Fengqiao Temple - a long time ago, I knew some of the secrets of the Sutra Pavilion, Master Shenbei's, Kamikawa and Bumonru's, Princess Toka's, Tanano's
Shenxiu's... Actually, my goal is to add up all these secrets and then find the most reasonable organic logical inference——"
Plague's eyes flickered slyly, and he stopped from time to time to touch the tip of his nose.
"Don't you have time to light a fire here? Or is it that the martial arts you practice means you can't get close to fire at all?" I deliberately changed the subject. What he wanted was just to sell his secrets and get the maximum benefit.
From the first encounter in Xunfu Garden, I knew that I would be his best buyer.
"Mr. Feng, there is neither friendship nor hatred between us, and there is no need for fire here - you know what I have and what I want. It's late at night, how about opening the skylight and talking openly?"
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Plague's eyes kept moving, like a rat that was forced into a corner. Before I understood his trump card, I had no interest in trading, but I just felt that he would not hand over his last secret easily.
"What do you have?" I rubbed my hands gently.
"The Book of Purgatory." He answered directly without hesitation.
I felt the murderous aura again, as if it was coming from the knife stabbing me on the table.
"Last time, you have already said that this strange book is said to be the 'Night Angel' that is also struggling to find it. Perhaps, you can give it to them to avoid the bad luck of being hunted. But I just want to find out, Maple Cut
What treasures are there in the temple that attract you to risk your life to stay? Is it also the 'Wrath of the Sun God' that various forces are chasing after?"
If this is really the case, Plague is too stupid. He clearly knows that there are countless people who covet this treasure, and there is no way for a single person to interfere.
"Everyone has his or her own goals. I just ask Mr. Feng if he is interested in the 'Book of Purgatory' -"
I quickly leaned forward and grabbed a bulging thing in his waistband with my right hand. It was a few pieces of paper that had been crumpled into a ball. It was probably what he was looking at before I arrived at the small courtyard. In a hurry, after rubbing it
Put it in my arms.
"What is this?" Before he had time to defend himself, I returned to the chair and threw a fist-sized ball of paper on the table. There was no doubt that the paper was similar to the paper in Master Shenbei's diary. I even
I suspect that many places in the diary were torn off by the plague, leaving me with only insignificant remnants.
Plague sneered, shook his head, walked to the door, closed the paper door with a sneer, and made no attempt to escape.
I spread out the wad of paper, and to my surprise, there were four crisscrossed chessboards with more than a dozen black and white chess pieces scattered on them. When the four pieces of paper were put together, they formed a complete chess game.
Then I used a pencil to record about fifty moves in sequence for playing chess.
China, Japan and South Korea are the global Go promotion centers with a long history, and all three countries regard this high-IQ game as their national quintessence, so chess games and chess rooms can be seen everywhere.
"It's just a chess game, nothing surprising." Plague's expression was very calm.
I saw that the irregular places around the paper had been carefully cut out. Even if I knew it was a certain page in the diary, I couldn't restore it at all.
"I can't sleep and want to kill time by playing music. Are you also interested in this?" His mood was obviously a bit proud.
There is no doubt that this is the chess game that Zhang has just completed. The next step is Black's turn. In this situation, the world is vast, and Black can move to any position, expand the position, or engage in battle. There are many choices. Scalpel
I have been warned many times not to "lose my ambition by playing with things", so when it comes to Go, I am only at the beginning level and cannot be said to be a master.
"These papers are from Master Shenbi's diary, right?" I collected the papers and put them in my pocket.
Plague was silent and expressionless, but then he repeated his old words: "Mr. Feng, the 'Book of Purgatory' contains clues to the 'Sea Tomb of Gods'. If you don't want to get there first, then you will regret it."
.European buyers can at least provide——" He stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers.
The sleeves of the robe slid down to his elbows, and I once again saw the pink lotus flower, engraved eye-catchingly on his arm, jumping with the twisting of the tendons.
"I can pay twice as much as Europeans, as long as it has the legendary magical effect, and don't talk nonsense in the end. At this time, everyone will not be too patient, right?" Lotus equals water.
How could Plague have the keys to those two doors tattooed on his body? Does Plague have anything to do with Big Brother? I can't figure this out, but I know that if you want an old guy like him to tell the truth,
It's by no means an easy task.
Plague laughed proudly: "The Chinese are happy to do business! Unlike Europeans or Americans, even the interest losses on the transaction amount and exchange rate changes are clearly calculated. We have signed tens of millions of business deals, and we still care about this."
A little money?"
He walked towards the northwest corner of the room, stretched out his hand and measured from the bottom of the corner, went up forty centimeters, then measured thirty centimeters horizontally to the east, and then folded towards the origin of the corner, forming a side length ratio of four
, a right-angled triangle of three and five. He put his right middle finger on the central balance point of the triangle, pressed hard, and with a "click", a palm-sized hidden grid popped up on the beam above his head.
"The 'Book of Purgatory' is up there. When can you give me the check?" He looked up, anxiety and sweetness flashing alternately on his face.
The roof is dark, and the dark grid is in a place where light cannot be reflected, so you can only roughly see its shape and size.
"Take it off and inspect the goods before we talk." I won't frame others, but I won't be framed easily either.
The Night Angel organization has invented at least two hundred kinds of drugs, which can kill people or make life worse than death in a trace amount of fifteen particles.
"You are too cautious. How can you make a fortune if you are not bold?" Plague sneered.
The door was suddenly opened, and a man came in covered in cold air, holding a gun in one hand, pointing at the plague, and then closed the door again.
I was stunned for a moment, because it was Xiao Kereng who came in. I had clearly ordered her to serve as a perimeter guard on the ancient trees outside. If she left her post without permission, we would have completely opened up the surrounding environment to possible enemies.
It's unwise.
"Nine-four-four-nine-four-nine-five-five, Jiakengzhenghuxingshenyingsi." Xiao Kereng spat out a string of meaningless Chinese characters, took three steps forward, and stabbed the plague's temple with the muzzle of his gun.
superior.
Plague suddenly fell silent, his eyes became empty and confused, and he looked forward dully.
"You traitor and coward - back then my eldest brother valued you so much, cultivated you, and even recommended you to be the top official of the Security Bureau. But when something happened to him, you not only left, but your second brother also contacted you to rob you.
When my eldest brother was rescued from the hospital, he pretended to be deaf and mute, causing us brothers and sisters to flee. Now, do you still have the nerve to use this extreme method of hiding treasure? "
The muscles on Xiao Kereng's face were trembling violently, and his index finger kept trembling slightly on the trigger, ready to shoot uncontrollably at any time.
The sudden change made me suddenly become an outsider "sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight". Xiao Kereng had seen the plague before, but he had never been so excited, and he never said the weird code words in the first two sentences.