Chapter 9 Murderous Intentions Hidden in Huanqing Building
The turmoil three months ago has passed, and the Poison King Valley has returned to peace and tranquility. However, some things have changed over time and can never be restored.
Flowers bloom and fade, and the mortal world is short-lived, but Wanqi Haoyue has never felt that life has any meaning worth extending. After birth, old age, illness and death, this life is destined to be spent in this unchanging Poison King Valley. Only occasionally, there will be a silent and silent white passing by.
The mind adds a touch of bitterness to the boring life.
"Gang?" After noticing that the steps of the young man in black behind him were heavy and different from the usual gentleness, Wan Qi Haoyue turned around with doubts.
There was hesitation on the pale and young face, and rainwater dripped down the strands of hair.
"Why don't you use an umbrella?"
"They're all dead." The vicissitudes of life in his tone were out of proportion with his face, and he seemed a bit hoarse and low-pitched.
Wanqi Haoyue was puzzled, so she pulled the square towel on the cabinet and threw it into the cup: "What are you talking about? Wipe the rain off your body first."
"I said, the Wanqi family are all dead."
The long sleeves that were about to fall suddenly hung in the air, as if even breathing had stopped.
The young man in black turned his head and tried not to look into those instantly empty eyes: "Someone came to report this morning. Last night, all members of Wanqi's family were killed, and no one was spared."
Before Wanqi Haoyue could speak, a violent cough caused severe pain in his lungs, causing him to bend over in pain.
He has not met his so-called relatives for more than ten years. His relationship with him was already extremely weak, but this shocking news was truly unbearable. For him, his only connection with the outside world was cut off.
Ging knew that he had been dealing with drugs all year round and his health had always been poor. He didn't want to tell him such a heavy blow, but how long could he just hide it? Sooner or later, he would know that he had to face reality.
"...Poyue Pavilion?" He coughed intermittently, and it took most of his energy to squeeze out a few words. With Gong's help, Wanqi Haoyue reluctantly straightened up, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
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The Wanqi family in Jiannan is not a sect. The reason why it is quite famous in the world is that it relies on the fair judgment of martial arts from generation to generation, as well as the family background that is knowledgeable and omniscient. Such a low-key and peaceful family has never been
If there have been any conflicts or conflicts with others recently, the only one left is Poyue Pavilion.
"The person who committed the crime did not leave a name, but according to the habit of killing everyone, there is no doubt that he is Poyue Pavilion." Gong hated Poyue Pavilion to the core, and knew his ruthless and decisive style very well. Over the years, Poyue Pavilion has always been
He kept in mind all the blood debts owed by you, whether they were from the Wen family or other sects and clans. Although he once swore a blood oath in front of the Poison King that he would never mention the word revenge again in this life, he could not let it go after all.
Those who are resentful cannot forget the man who brought disaster to countless people.
The miserable laughter was intermittent and weak, but it sounded more heart-wrenching than crying: "I didn't expect that he would be so obsessed with Luan'er. It was just a private quarrel, and it actually caused the innocent deaths of others. Gong, now I
There are dozens of lives on my body, and I will never be able to wash them away in this life."
"What does it have to do with you? Saving people with good intentions will lead to death. How can there be any kind person in Poyue Pavilion who can think of you? She should not have been saved in the first place." I originally wanted to take this opportunity to let him put an end to his lovesickness.
However, seeing Wanqi Haoyue's lifeless eyes and faint bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth, he could no longer stab him. At this time, he could no longer bear any more pain.
"Have they...been buried?"
"It burned down along with the house."
Are you unable to fulfill your last wish? Wanqi Haoyue raised her head and closed her eyes, trying her best to calm down her mind: "Gang, you should pay more attention to things in the valley from now on. Master is old after all, and he will need careful people to take care of him.
"
"What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," a bitter smile bloomed like a moonlight, and the flawless face was almost as calm as despair, "I just went to fulfill my last filial duty."
The whole family died because of him. No matter how clean the epiphyllum is, if it is stained with blood, even the best of heaven will not be able to restore its former purity.
His identity as a closed disciple of the Poison King is no longer important. He is watching the changes in the world indifferently. Even if he is hidden, he still cannot escape the entanglement of love and hate. So, there is no need to continue to be silent. All his relatives and loved ones were taken away by that man.
, so he wanted to return the favor and let him understand the pain of being left in a lonely world.
"A body like this still wants to take revenge. Do you think the world is just a child's play?" Gong suddenly snorted coldly and threw Wan Qi Haoyue into the chair with all his strength. "Remove the poison from your body honestly. I will prepare other things. Use
You don't have to worry about it." Before leaving the door, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the young and pale face, which seemed to be self-deprecating, more like answering someone's question: "Wen Moqing is dead, and now I am just a servant, no matter where the world is.
They will always be by your side."
————————————————————————Jincheng is a small town, far less prosperous and wealthy than Lanling, but the beautiful and simple water town style is no less charming than the capital.
Duorang, especially the rows of houses built along the river, has a unique style. Huanqing Tower is built on the Jinshui River that passes through the city. It can be regarded as one of the top five elegant inns in Jingguo, where literati and merchants come and go.
Proud to live here.
The waiter of Huanqing Building has been making a living here for seven or eight years. There are many guests who come and go with elegant temperament, grace and splendor, but the two people I saw today are like fairy figures in paintings. The men are handsome, cool and majestic.
, his facial features were carved from ice and jade, and he was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, which made his slender figure extremely conspicuous. He had a snow-white long sword in his hand, which you could tell was a priceless treasure, so he attracted countless eyes as soon as he entered the door;
Although the woman in red who came in later covered her face with a gauze, her bright eyes were like water, her dark eyebrows were like smoke, and her aloof temperament and half-hidden mystery exuded from her whole body attracted many disciples to want to find out.
, the entire hall's eyes suddenly focused on the two of them, and even the shopkeeper, who had seen countless people, was fascinated.
Xia Qingluan hated this disgusting look, and Wei Moyan hated it even more. He wanted to kill everyone who dared to covet her unscrupulously.
With a brief glance of his slender, cold eyes, the majestic and surging murderous intent instantly swept through the entire hall. Everyone suddenly felt a chill, so suppressed that they could not breathe, and no longer had time to watch the two stunning figures.
"Don't cause trouble." Xia Qingluan whispered.
This is not the first time this has happened. The appearance and temperament of the two are rare in the world, which often arouses envy and jealousy. There are very few people who have met Wei Moyan, but there are countless people who know Xia Qingluan.
Since Shaofu disclosed her identity, many people who were lucky enough to meet Ruan Qingyan, the most famous prostitute in Jiangnan at that time, could tell at a glance that she was Hongxian who looked very similar to her. For this reason, she specially covered her face
, I am just afraid that being recognized will delay my trip, and may even attract open and covert attacks from my enemies.
"Shopkeeper, there are four upper rooms." Shao Bi, who was following behind, knocked on the account counter. The shopkeeper of Huanqing Tower woke up from a dream and rummaged through the account book and door number in a panic to hide his embarrassment.
The four people walked upstairs with the waiter leading the way. Even though they were extremely cautious, they still did not notice a few sinister looks in the corner.
"The news is indeed correct. Wei Moyan and Hongxian are going to southern Xinjiang. The Poyue Pavilion must be empty. Tell the leader of Xi to seize the opportunity and make a quick decision. I will find a way to separate the two of them and attack alone." The short stature
The middle-aged man whispered instructions to his subordinates, with an indescribable evil and sinister look in his eyes.