You must know that just now, when Ye Huang and Wucha took the sword back from the Lin family, such a large energy field had not been emitted. Now that Wucha has completely exposed the sword, it is emitting such a powerful energy field. They can only
It is said that this sword is definitely not ordinary. [ | ]
After hurriedly opening the door and walking in, Ye Huang couldn't wait to rush to Wucha who was wiping his sword.
"Wucha, did you take out this sword?"
"Haha, after knocking for a long time, it finally showed its true appearance. Master, please take a look." With a sincere smile on his face, Wucha handed the bronze sword in his hand to Emperor Ye.
It is said that it is a sword, but the name Wucha is correct. In fact, the length of this sword is only more than one foot in total, so it is more appropriate to call it a dagger.
Except for the handle engraved with inscriptions, the length of the entire sword is less than a foot, but the entire sword gives people a cold feeling. The bronze sword body is not originally very hard, and it is not as hard as it is.
Iron swords and alloy steel swords are sharp, but the bronze sword body gives people the feeling of cutting iron like mud.
Especially the sword edge that has gone through so many years is still extremely sharp, as if it has not been eroded by the years, blowing the hair and breaking it!
"You haven't sharpened this sword, have you?"
Turning over the sword in his hand, Ye Huang couldn't put it down and half-joked to Wucha.
"How can I have the courage? I just removed all the patina and rust from the outside of this sword. The whole sword has been processed by someone and the outside was deliberately wrapped. The sword body did not suffer any damage. Young Master, look
here."
Taking the sword over, Wucha tilted the sword slightly. With the light in the room, Ye Huang could clearly see the looming words on the sword.
There are only two characters on it, all written in gold inscriptions. The context is very thin, but it gives people a very clear feeling.
"Unnamed? There seems to be no record of such a sword in history." Ye Huang frowned and murmured, thinking that this sword would be one of the top ten ancient swords, but now it seems that he is too pretentious.
"Indeed, no, I don't know where Mr. Lin got this treasure from." Shaking his head, Wucha also told a story about the origin of this sword.
"No matter where he got it from, even if this sword is not among the top ten famous swords, it is probably close to it. Such a strong energy field is rare even in ancient times. Wucha, you are really looking for something this time.
A treasure has arrived."
"Haha, this is Young Master's idea, otherwise I would have missed it. With this thing, it will be much easier to solve problems like Miss Lin again, at least there will be no need to go through so many tedious steps." Take it.
With Wuming in his hand, Wucha said excitedly.
For ordinary people, the sword in front of them is just a valuable collection at most, but for a Feng Shui master, it is of extraordinary significance.
The real reason why Wu Cha was so obsessed with Wu Ming was not because of how old he was, but because of Wu Ming's help to a Feng Shui master.
As long as it is an ancient sword, it can be said that none of it has been buried in the earth. Most of all ancient swords were unearthed from funerary objects. Even if some of them are passed down by the family from generation to generation, in fact, in a certain
The date was also found from the tomb, and passed through the hands of several people until now.
And as long as the tomb is almost always chosen, it is a geomantic treasure land, which hides the wind and accepts the water, and where the yin and yang are harmonious. This kind of place is a blessed place and can bless the future generations.
Likewise, this kind of place is also a treasure land for making magical artifacts. As time goes by, various objects that have been buried underground for many years as funerary objects absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and most of them will become some extraordinary powerful magical artifacts.
Maybe these things didn't exist at the time of the tomb, but after a few years, as time goes by, these burial objects will become magical objects. Of course, things that were buried as magical objects from the beginning will not be sent out.
The reason why Wu Cha is so fascinated by Wuming is because it is an extremely powerful magic weapon. As for its age and collection value, it makes no difference to Wu Cha. What he cares about is what this sword means to him.
Help in this industry.
With this sword, Wucha can go in and out of some evil places, including the underworld, and it can suppress ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. It is a treasure, and its effect is more effective than the seven-star magic weapon passed down from his family.
"This thing is destined to you. Grandpa Lin has been hiding it for more than ten years like a lump of iron, but you have taken it out. This is fate. Keep it well. Keep it by your side in the future, and it can be used in emergencies."
Wucha nodded, looking as happy as if he had a wife.
Even if Emperor Ye doesn't say anything, he will always keep this thing on his body. As the young master said, this thing is very useful for Feng Shui masters in suppressing ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but it is first and foremost a sword.
The situation is like cutting iron like clay, isn't it a sharp weapon?
"Okay, if I don't have anything else to do, I'll go back first, so I don't have to look jealous here. If you haven't eaten yet, go eat quickly."
Seeing Wu Cha's happy look, Ye Huang felt jealous. Even Wu Cha had found the treasure and not even a hair on his own Xuanyuan Sword. It would be strange if Ye Huang wasn't depressed.
After closing the door and returning to his private room, Ye Huang accompanied Nangong Qingyin to watch TV for a while, and after talking about love for a while, it got late. He had dinner with Nangong Qingyin, and Ye Huang was thinking about whether to have dinner at night.
When he went out to have some fun, a call from the National Security Bureau interrupted Ye Huang's thoughts.
The call came from the director of the National Security Bureau's Hong Kong office. His name was Xu Hui. He was a protégé of Mr. Tang from Yanjing. He was originally from the military, but was eventually asked to come over by the National Security Bureau.
The latter told Ye Huang a piece of news that moved Ye Huang, who was originally calm.
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. Brother Xu, thank you." After saying that, Ye Huang hung up the phone and stood up with a gloomy face.
"What's wrong, want to go out?"
Nangong Qingyin, who had just come out of the bathroom after taking a bath, saw Emperor Ye standing up and asked.
"Well! There is something we need to investigate, it's about your sister." Looking at Nangong Qingyin, Ye Huang had a tender expression on his face, as if he saw another person, Nangong Fengling, in her figure.
In the phone call just now, Xu Hui told him that Shi Yuan seemed to know some secrets about Nangong Feng Ling's murder. Although Ye Huang was confused as to why the other party knew about it, he was still prepared to go over and see what happened. After all, Feng Ling's death was indeed someone from the Sun Country.
figure.
"Then go quickly." Nangong Qingyin was stunned for a moment when he heard that it was about his sister, and then urged.
"Well! I'll be back in two hours at most. Don't call your grandpa yet. The news may not be accurate."
"I know, you go ahead." Nodding, Nangong Qingyin agreed, and Ye Huang nodded and pushed the door open.
Half an hour later, Ye Huang rushed to the Hong Kong office of the National Security Bureau in the New Territories. After several inspections, Ye Huang finally sat in Xuhui's office.
"Brother Xu."
"Brother Ye, you're here. It's like this. When we were interrogating Shi Yuan just now, this old ghost said such a sentence. Listen to it, this is a recording." With that, Xu Hui walked to the computer,
Recording is turned on.
"Hahaha, the King of Killers and National Security Bureau personnel are all bullshit. They don't even know how my own woman died or by whom. If you want to know the news from me, just let the King of Killers come. Others
Man, I would rather die than say anything!" If he hadn't known that this man was the heinous Shi Yuan, the man who had just cursed Lin Anqi, Ye Huang would have really thought that this old boy was a martyr who would rather die than surrender.
"That's all. This Ishihara was interrogated by us for a whole afternoon. He vomited blood after being beaten, but he didn't say a word. The spirit of the Bushido of the Kingdom of the Sun is not worthy." Xu Hui turned off the recording and sighed, looking at
He turned to Ye Huang, a young man who had been passed down by gods in the military circles.
Not only the military, but also the National Security Bureau and other parties have some gossip about Ye Huang.
Looking at Ye Huang, who was even thinner than himself, Xu Hui found it difficult to associate him with that person who had many titles.
The King of Killers, the holder of the Dragon Yan Dragon Ring, and the heir to the Ye family, each one is of great importance.
Especially the first two, Xuhui knows best how important they are.
As an official of the National Security Bureau, Xu Hui has to deal with the killer industry all year round, so he naturally understands the ranking of forces in the killer industry. He did not expect that the King of Killers, who is said to be in the top ten and cannot be killed even from the 21st to the 21st, would actually be
Such a thin young man.
But Xu Hui would not despise Ye Huang just because he was thin. He knew very well that there were many incomprehensible things in this world, and Ye Huang in front of him was one of them.
"You haven't accomplished anything all afternoon?"
"No, this Shiyuan is much more difficult than we thought!" Shaking his head, Xu Hui felt a little depressed. This was not the first time he had interrogated a prisoner, but it was the first time he had encountered a situation like today. All methods were used.
Even though he was in pain, the latter still gritted his teeth and refused to let go. He was obviously in terrible pain, but he still didn't open his mouth.
"Hmph! That's bullshit bushido. Ishihara probably cast a curse on himself so that he can't speak out. Some people from the Sun Country I've met are not as tight-lipped as we thought. Let's go and have a look." He sneered.
, Ye Huang pushed the door open and walked out.
Later, when Xu Hui heard what Ye Huang said, he seemed to have a sudden realization.
A minute later, the two arrived at the place where Ishihara was imprisoned.
Although he had been mentally prepared, Ye Huang was still shocked by the scene in front of him. Ishihara looked like a living dead, with long gray hair hanging loose and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He was tied there like a cross.
It seemed like he could only take half a breath.
Seeing him like this, Emperor Ye knew that this person must have cast too many curses and spent too much of his life, which led to the current situation.
I don’t know if it was because there was a noise or a feeling when Emperor Ye entered. Just as Emperor Ye stood still, Ishihara raised his head. A pair of vicious eyes looked at Emperor Ye through the gray hair, and a devil suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A general sneer, like an evil ghost seen in a movie.
"Hey hey hey... You're still here. I knew you were coming back. You want to know how your woman died, right?"
"I don't want to!" Ye Huang's answer made Ishi Yuan stunned on the cross, and his smile disappeared.
"Why?"
"I asked you if you can tell, so it's better not to ask." Ye Huang agreed.
