Almost at the same time that Madam He and Liang Yan were planning to form an alliance, in a remote alleyway in the southwest corner of Mingyi City, a man in black robe wearing a bamboo hat was walking alone.
It was already late at night, and the ordinary people in the city had already fallen asleep, so it was naturally pitch black here. But the man in black robes felt no discomfort at all, as if he regarded the dark night as day.
He turned around in the alley, then turned and entered a dead end, stopping in front of a black door.
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally raised his hand, ready to pull the knocker on the door.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
He saw five silver rays of light piercing the sky in the dark night, shooting towards him rapidly.
The man in black robe obviously did not expect what was happening in front of him. He kicked off his feet in a hurry and flew back. However, those silver rays of light were unforgiving and changed their direction and chased after the man in black robe.
In just a blink of an eye, the man in black robe was caught up, and five rays of light instantly wrapped around the man in black robe. At this time, he looked carefully and found that there were actually five silver-white silk threads, emitting a faint cold light.
At the same time, a voice came from inside the gate and said coldly: "Strangle!"
The five silk threads seemed to have received the order, and they immediately collapsed straight and cut towards the man in black robes in the middle, as if they wanted to cut him into several pieces before they stopped.
The silk threads became tighter and tighter, and when he saw that the man in black robes was about to die on the spot, a stream of cyan air emerged from the body of the man in black robes, barely blocking all the silk threads.
At this time, no matter how the thread was tightened, it could no longer move an inch.
"Huh?"
The people inside the door seemed quite surprised, but before he could say anything, another flute sound came from another place in the courtyard.
The sound of the flute was as lingering as water, and had an indescribable softness. The man in black robe was in a trance, and he actually saw twelve beauties appearing in the air, walking towards him.
Each of these beauties are of national beauty, with beautiful faces and beautiful faces. Their skirts are graceful, their lotus steps move lightly, and they have indescribable charms that make people unable to help but be intoxicated.
However, the man in black robe only had a slight dazzle before he woke up. A long whistle was heard from his mouth, and a stream of green energy came out and blew toward the enchanting beauty in the air.
call!
It was like a strong wind blowing across the desert. The green air blew over the beauties in the sky, and their faces disappeared. Their delicate bodies were no longer there, leaving only twelve white skeletons.
And these twelve white bones only persisted for a moment before they were scattered in the sky like gravel.
The bright starry sky returns to silence.
"You are so angry!" someone inside the door exclaimed.
"snort!"
The man in black robe snorted coldly, and his body was full of green energy. The silver-white threads wrapped around his sides made a popping sound and broke one after another. Then he flicked his sleeves and fell back into the open space in front of the door.
"Dragnet, pink skull! Is this how you treat guests?" the man in black robe asked coldly.
"Hey, you don't know the rules. Anyone who comes here is never a guest, only an enemy. If you want to discuss business, there will be a stall in the city to receive you. This place is only responsible for killing people."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm looking for Zhao Wuming! The stall in the city said he's not here, so I have to come and take a look myself to see if he's really not here, or if he's hiding and can't come out!"
As soon as these words came out, the door suddenly became quiet.
After a while, I suddenly heard someone in the backyard sigh softly: "That's it, let him in!"
As these words rang out, the seemingly black and heavy door slowly opened on its own, revealing the two people behind it.
One of them was wearing black clothes and black hair, and had several silver-white silk threads wrapped around his left hand. The other was a masked woman with a flute on her waist, standing pretty aside.
The man in black robe glanced at them and didn't pay much attention. He just walked straight into the door and walked towards the backyard.
When I arrived in the backyard, I saw a middle-aged man in gray sitting cross-legged on a rockery. This man had a square face and was carrying a sheathed long knife. There was a scar from the base of his ear that extended to the corner of his mouth. He looked quite scary.
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"Friend Daoist Yun, long time no see!" The man opened his eyes and said with a faint smile.
The man in black robe took off his bamboo hat and black clothes, revealing a soap robe Taoist uniform. It was none other than Yun Xuzi!
"Zhao Wuming, you are truly the most cowardly killer I have ever seen, bar none!" Yun Xuzi said with anger on his face.
"Hehe, something big is about to happen now. The situation in Mingyi City is uncertain and undercurrents are surging. Naturally, I have to be more careful to avoid capsizing in the gutter!"
"So you're hiding here behind closed doors?" Yun Xuzi was still reluctant.
Zhao Wuming raised his head and gave a haha, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I think I can hide my whereabouts quite well, but I don't know how Daoist Fellow Yun can be sure that Zhao must be here?"
"Hmph! The entire Lujiazhuang was massacred, and all the dead were killed at the waist. Isn't that Brother Zhao's method?"
"I see!"
Zhao Wuming suddenly said: "No wonder, it seems that I need to change my old habits for many years."
He paused and then said: "Fellow Taoist Yun, we are also traveling with Simingshan Palace this time, but we don't know why we are visiting late at night."
Yun Xuzi was silent for a while after hearing this, and finally said: "I want you to help me kill someone."
"Easy to say!"
Zhao Wuming nodded and said: "The Shadow Tower I founded is originally a killer organization. It does the business of taking people's money and eliminating disasters for them. I wonder who Daoist Fellow Yun wants to kill?"
"Sick scholar!"
"It's him!"
Zhao Wuming said with a surprised look on his face. He looked Yun Xuzi up and down again, and then said with a sarcastic smile: "People say that those who are not poisonous are not husbands, but I think Taoist friend Yun is really a man!"
"You are too lenient." Yun Xuzi said lightly.
"Haha, don't worry! We in the Shadow Tower only take money to do things and never ask about the employer's reasons. But this sick scholar is also at the peak of foundation building, so I am not completely sure that I can kill him."
Yun Xuzi said: "Don't worry, I will also take action in the mountain palace. When the time comes, all you need to do is listen to my orders and help me accomplish my task."
"Haha! That's great, but you should understand the rules of our Shadow Tower, right?" Zhao Wuming reminded.
"Huh, that's natural. Pay one-third of the deposit before doing anything, and pay the rest after everything is done." Yun Xuzi said, taking out a black storage bag and handing it to Zhao Wuming.
Zhao Wuming stretched out his hand to take it, swept his consciousness inside, and said with a smile: "Okay, I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Yun knows the market situation of our Shadow Tower very clearly! Don't worry, this sick scholar is now on the verge of death.
I’m dead, hahaha!”
Yun Xuzi nodded expressionlessly, put his hat and black robe back on neatly, and without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
He walked out of the dark alley, looked at the lights of the fireworks field in the distance, and murmured in a low voice:
"Scholar, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame me, blame me for knowing too much."
Almost at the same time, by a small stream on the outskirts of Mingyi City.
A monk in yellow robes with a fat head and big ears and a blessed face was leaning on a moss-covered boulder, sipping from a pot of wine.
On the wooden bridge not far from him, there stood a sickly scholar, coughing from time to time.
"I have made the plan very clear. I hope that by then we can work together and the treasures in this mountain palace will be within easy reach!" It was the sick scholar who spoke.
After hearing this, the monk showed a smiling expression. There was so much fat on his face that he could hardly even see his eyes.
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I am the most trustworthy monk!"