"The photos sent to you were sent to me by Mr. Yang Ping eight years ago, and I was the one who took the photos."

"You don't need to know my identity. After all, I am just an unknown person. There has never been a hero as prominent as Wu Jue in my ancestors. I have left behind some sneaky skills. Now I am doing some secret filming and catching people for a living."

"Mr. Yang Ping told me back then that you would jump out of that window, so I chose the location early and adjusted the lens so that I could capture your photos in time. After that, my job is to track you all at any time.

Traces of - This is not difficult. None of you intend to remain anonymous. I just need to pay attention to you and update your address when you move. To be honest, most of my friends have not moved in eight years. You are moving.

The most frequent move is three times in eight years. I know you are about to move for the fourth time. I hope the express delivery can be delivered before you finish packing your luggage."

Tian Zhanpeng broke into a cold sweat when he saw this paragraph. It seemed like there was a pair of eyes everywhere, shooting two clusters of cold gazes, nailed on his back.

He stood up nervously and checked the doors, windows and corridors.

However, downstairs in the noisy community, there seemed to be only a lot of homeowners chatting in high spirits, concerned about the timing of signing and compensation, and there was nothing unusual.

Tian Zhanpeng swallowed and continued to look down.

The writer of the letter seemed to know his reaction: "Don't be nervous. People like us are like rats in the gutter and don't dare to appear in front of you. My employer only asked me to keep track of records and did not entrust me to do anything else."

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"But today, probably the day before you receive this letter, Mr. Yang Ping asked me to mail the saved photos to your latest address, and attach the above letter."

At this moment, Tian Zhanpeng's cell phone rang suddenly, and Elder Tian's tense nerves almost broke.

"Hey, Master, have you heard?"

Tian Zhanpeng asked in a hesitant voice: "...what?"

"Xiao Zhai and his group were taken away by the police today! 'Mahou'er' ran away and the police are arresting him. They said they were related to the little girl who disappeared before...the one named Wang Keke.

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Xiao Zhai and Ma Hou'er were the two people who had a secret meeting with Yang Ping in the small rented house on the night of the Beggar Clan's civil strife. They worked for Elder Zhao on the surface and encouraged Elder Zhao to come forward. In private, they secretly worked with Chen Cang to join the foot gang.

Make trouble.

But Elder Tian didn't know about this, so he couldn't react immediately.

"Ouch, Master, why don't you understand! The information about Yan Ning's feast on the Internet was all obtained from the girl's mobile phone. They kidnapped her, used her disappearance to make the matter a big deal, and dragged the granddaughter of the old gang leader away.

The seduction was all planned, and we didn’t know it yet! As soon as we heard about it, we went back to find justice for the old gang leader. We made the old gang leader angry and sent him to the hospital. What if there was something wrong with the old man... How should we settle this matter? Lao

Isn’t it the gang leader that makes us so angry? The man behind the scenes can come out as a good person and take over the dog-beating stick as a matter of course. This old guy named Zhao, I didn’t expect him to be so treacherous..."

"It's not Zhao Laoqi." Elder Tian looked straight through the window. When he heard this, many things were connected in his mind in a flash -

Elder Zhao, like him that day, also wanted to take away the dog-beating stick by force, but was stopped by a junior Yu Lanchuan, and his face had already been humiliated in Siberia. If it was his careful planning, there was really no need to appear on stage in person and play a clown role.

"Ah? What?" The apprentice on the phone didn't hear clearly the words he said deep in his throat. "By the way, Master, do you know who sent the missing girl to the police station?"

Tian Zhanpeng's eyes moved slightly.

"I heard it was Wan Muchun - he robbed people in person, was he arrogant or not?" The person on the phone deliberately lowered his voice, "Does Wan Muchun really have a descendant? I always thought they were talking nonsense. Master, one sword, three swords."

Is Cun Erfen real or fake..."

Tian Zhanpeng didn't hear clearly what the apprentice said later. He felt that he had figured it all out.

Wei Xiao had lived in seclusion in Yanning for many years. How could Yang Ping easily bring him out on his own? There must have been someone behind him at that time.

This can also explain where Yang Ping, a cripple, has the unpredictable evil skills in his hands. When he did it, Wei Xiao's legs and feet were very clumsy. It looked like he was injured, so it was probably the person behind it who did it.

Wan Muchun Wei Xiao has a descendant. I don’t know where he picked up the cub. He may have been born by himself. He should have been small eight years ago and was not around. Wei Xiao was injured, but he still did not escape after receiving the letter of war.

, neither because this hidden killer is fearless, nor because he thinks highly of himself - but because he knows he can't escape.

When he was defeated by Yang Ping, what he said begging Yang Ping to "stop here" was to beg him not to cause trouble for the next generation. Yang Ping replied "no interest, no time", implying "she doesn't

Come to me, I won’t go to her, you can take care of it yourself.”

Wei Xiao understood his hint, so when he was about to die, he forced himself to clean up the scene and pretended to have died, just to let the people watching him in secret understand his attitude - whether there were grudges or grudges, he always

He has taken it upon himself, and so far, future generations will know nothing and will not avenge him. After his death, he will not cause trouble to anyone.

Wei Xiao's treacherous plan succeeded. Wan Muchun's ghost sword had been keeping a low profile for eight years, and now it finally surfaced. It also secretly used the old witch from the Xingjiao Gang to directly hit Gang Leader Yang, and it seemed that the old score was about to be settled!

That bitch Yang Ping actually had a hand back then. Tian Zhanpeng has always been curious. He killed the half-crippled Wei Xiao with no effort, so why did he call on a bunch of them? To be brave? Or not when he wanted to avenge his shame.

Telling the world is not enough?

Now the truth is finally revealed - not only did Yang Ping get them involved by deceiving him again and again, but he also left evidence for himself. These people, who were either personally injured by Wei Xiao or were injured by Wei Xiao, all had motives. Wei Xiao

No one can explain Xiao's death. When Wan Muchun returns to the martial arts world, fools like them who had fallen into the trap eight years ago will be targets, bait, and shields!

Yang Ping can now use these things to threaten them and stand up to help him seize the power of the Beggar Clan. In a few days, he can also reveal their whereabouts to Wan Muchun at any time, use them to block Wan Muchun's blade, and come out at the right time.

The bird is behind”.

This is treating people like stupid monkeys.

At the same time, people inside and outside Yanning who participated in the two sieges of Wei Xiao all received similar emails. This group of people could not be regarded as heroes, but they all saw the same thing——

Yang Ping threatened them, and Wan Muchun sharpened his sword. No matter who was the better player on either side, they were all innocent victims.

After all, people like Tian Zhanpeng are in the minority and have a family all over the world. When most people reach this age, they have a wife and children and live a peaceful life. This is obviously an unreasonable disaster.

Why?

Tian Zhanpeng's brief panic passed and his eyes darkened. He opened his address book and started to contact them one by one.

Who doesn’t struggle hard? Who doesn’t want to live well?

In this case... I can only wish these two to die violently soon.

Gan Qing received the blessing and sneezed shiveringly. The antipyretic medicine, which was like a sweat medicine, began to take effect. The sneeze did not wake her up. But in her hazy consciousness, she felt something moving around her, and someone gently picked it up.

Her right hand.

The palms of her hands were wet with cold sweat. Yu Lanchuan took out a tissue and wiped her hands. After looking at them carefully for a moment, he suddenly discovered that her fingers were very thin.

He was very surprised. This was the first time he had looked at a girl's hand so carefully. Yu Lanchuan had always thought that his hands were already very slender, but compared with hers, they were a bit thicker. He felt that the finger bones were not well developed.

It will break if you pinch it lightly, and your fingertips will actually shrink into a sharp angle.

"It turns out that 'ten fingers are as sharp as nails' is not an exaggerated figure of speech. Where do she usually hide her blades?"

Yu Lanchuan thought endlessly while taking a photo with his mobile phone.

Gan Qing was startled by the shutter sound of the camera. He moved his fingers suddenly, and his thin and soft hands tensed instantly, revealing the hard thin calluses between his fingers. Those calluses were actually harder than bones, revealing an indescribable sharpness.

Gan Qing opened his eyes slightly.

Yu Lanchuan thought she was awake, and immediately put her hand aside as if nothing had happened, and said very "uprightly": "Ahem...take a photo of it and send it to my friend who is a doctor to see if your chicken feet have been smoothed out."

hope."

Gan Qing said nothing, half of his face sunk into the pillow, staring at him with scattered eyes.

Yu Lanchuan was like a middle school student who knew that his head teacher was watching at the back door. With her eyes on him, he sat upright, put the computer on his knees, and began to show Gan Qing how to be a social worker with "no distractions" - he clicked on his mailbox and swiped a few words.

I didn't even open the bullshit email, I just flipped through a few pages, and then pretended to complain: "It's so slow, your network should be thrown away."

Then he randomly clicked on a few files, deleted and added periods at the end of sentences, selected them all and changed the font back and forth, and the keyboard was pounding loudly, which was very lively.

After being so "busy" in full swing for a while, Yu Lanchuan finally couldn't help but squint his eyes and secretly observed the silent Gan Qing.

Only then did she realize that she had lowered her eyes and fell asleep again.

Gan Qing had a dream. She dreamed that she went back to her childhood and entered the college entrance examination room. This dream was not very realistic because she had never entered a real examination room.

The test papers that the invigilator gave to others were just a piece of paper, but when it came to her, it was a stack of paper as thick as a Xinhua dictionary.

Gan Qing couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, why am I different from others?"

"Paper AB." The invigilator replied coldly, "This is Paper A and you have Paper B. The time is the same. Stop talking nonsense and write quickly."

How can I finish writing? I can’t even turn the pages!

The paper was full of small characters as big as sesame seeds. She filled it out desperately, but her right hand didn't obey her command, so she couldn't write fast. The invigilator, like a slave owner in the old society, patrolled back and forth with a whip and yelled: "Write quickly!"

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People around her kept standing up to hand in papers, and everyone was gone, but she didn't even finish half of it.

In his dream, Gan Qing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and thinking anxiously: "If you fail the exam, it's too late."

"Why haven't you handed in the paper yet?" The invigilator opened his mouth wide and whipped her with a whip. Gan Qing jumped up holding on to the table and moved around by using the tables, chairs and benches around her while trying to find every opportunity to add papers to the paper.

Write.

"What other exams are you taking!" The invigilator changed into a look, a little like Wei Huan, a little like Wei Xiao... He was wearing an exquisite business watch on his wrist, which seemed to belong to Yu Lanchuan, and his long whip turned into a

The big bloody guillotine fell in front of her. Gan Qing narrowly avoided it, but the knife cut right in front of her face into the paper she had finally finished writing.

All the blood on the blade remained on the test paper, and all the writing was covered.

Gan Qing gasped and woke up suddenly. The sun was already setting in the west.

"Are you awake?" said Zhang Meizhen, who came back at some unknown time.

Gan Qing's pupils were still stained with blood, and he turned to look at her with a blank expression.

"Your little Mr. Yu left when he saw me coming back. Here, take a few tablets of your medicine and read it yourself. I can't see the small words on the instructions." Zhang Meizhen put a cup of warm water on her bedside with a tired look on her face.

He walked a few steps outside and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I have a courier for you, I'll leave it there."

Gan Qing responded vaguely, got up top-heavy, and stared at the express for two minutes, then slowly tore up the package.

"What is it?" she thought, "It couldn't be that Boss Meng stole my ID card and signed me up for the self-taught college entrance examination, right?"

Gan Qing paused, and for a moment, a shooting star-like thought came to her mind.

if……

It’s not impossible to change your lifestyle.

Want to give it a try?
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