A figure rolled into the yard, and the skylight seemed to disappear in an instant. The figure fell to the ground silently, and moved toward the main house directly opposite.
Squeak...
The door of the house was gently pushed open a crack. The figure in black was like a shadow, sliding in against the crack of the door. The whole process was silent. The sound of the door opening seemed to be blown by the wind at first glance.
Just like blowing it open.
There was a dim yellow light in the room, an old-fashioned incandescent lamp, which illuminated the mottled bloodstains on the ground. The bloodstains had dried up, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air. At the same time, there was also a faint smell of rot, which was extremely unpleasant.
The man in black covered his nose and moved towards the master bedroom. The door of the master bedroom was open. A young girl in the room moved a chair and sat beside the bed. She fell asleep with her chin in one hand. On the bed
Lying there was an old man with a dark complexion.
This half-old man's breath was weak. Seeing that time was running out, his eyes were closed, as if he wanted to see everything in front of him clearly, but he couldn't open them.
When a person is about to die, a small thing that seems insignificant has become a luxury.
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and a sharp knife was pulled out from his sleeve. After confirming that there was no one else in the room and no other dangers around, he took a look and opened the door.
In the master bedroom, the door was gently closed again, and the knife was wiped towards Yan Junshan's neck on the bed.
His target is Yanmai Maimai. Under the instructions of the boss Zhen of the Jiu Dao Sect in Mobei, he must bring Yan Mai Mai back no matter what, so as to obtain the secret inherited by the Jiu Dao Sect.
The knife was about to be smeared on Yan Junshan's neck. Yan Junshan, who seemed to be weak and about to belch, suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were sharp and piercing, not like a dying person.
eyes.
The man in black was startled and thought he had encountered a fake corpse. He hesitated and was immediately caught by Yan Junshan's big hand.
This was an extremely powerful hand that tightly grasped the wrist of the man in black. The man in black immediately felt his wrist being tightened, as if this force was going to crush his wrist.
No……
This is not the hand of Yan Junshan, who was seriously injured and dying in Mobei. The man in front of him...
He is not Yan Junshan!
This man in black is a trusted assassination master under Boss Zhen. He didn't often show up in the Nine Blades Sect in the past, but he knows everyone in the Nine Swordsmen very well.
As Yan Junshan was the previous sect leader, the man in black certainly knew that the man who suddenly jumped up on the hospital bed in front of him looked very similar to Yan Junshan just now, but now he finally saw clearly that this was a completely different face.
Fell into a trap!
The man in black was upset because he had fallen into a trap. His first reaction was to run away quickly. Since the other party had set a trap, if he stayed for a second longer, he would die.
But his wrist couldn't break free, and he picked up the knife with his other hand. He grabbed his wrist and killed the person in front of him. The person in front of him didn't seem to be afraid of his knife at all. The knife slashed directly on the other person's wrist.
, there was a crisp sound, and a burst of sparks flew out, as if it had been chopped on steel.
"hehe……"
The old man pretending to be Yan Junshan in front of him sneered and said, "After waiting for three days, someone who is willing to die is finally here."
At the same time as he finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand, and there was a crunching sound. One of his big hands directly crushed the wrist of the man in black who was holding the knife.
"ah!"
The man in black opened his mouth and was about to scream, but the old man immediately covered his mouth, suppressing his screams.
"Keep your voice down, our beauties from the Twelve Constellations are still sleeping. If you wake up, your death will be even worse." The old man sneered, and then cut the throat of the man in black with a palm knife.
"Uh..." (one zero)
The man in black struggled painfully, covered his neck and fell down with eyes wide open.
thump!
The man in black fell down and fainted temporarily, while the sleeping woman sitting by the window opened her eyes in a daze. She was an extremely beautiful woman in her early thirties. She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
With his eyes looking at everything in front of him in confusion, he rushed to the old man sitting on the bed and asked: "Brother Iron Hand, what happened... is this person an assassin?"
The old man known as Iron Hand smiled and said: "Hey, after waiting for so many days, I finally got something. Let's hide this person first, and let's continue to wait and see."
The woman who had just woken up smiled and said, "I won't be involved in this kind of thing about Tibetans. Brother Tieshou, please do more. I'll call Prajna and report it, and ask her to release more information.
Hurry up and get those who are looking for death to come to your door. I will be bored out of my mind if I stay here all day."
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At this time, in the teahouse of Dragon Soul Headquarters, Xie Banruo was standing in front of the window of a room on the top floor, looking at the surrounding night.
Although Yanjing City is prosperous, many residential areas like this in the old lanes have been preserved. It is not that this imperial city does not have extra gold and silver to develop these old sites, but in order to preserve the old style of this imperial city, it is not willing to touch it.
these old sites.
High-rise buildings were built from the ground up, but the historical and cultural relics were demolished and no longer existed.
The old building has a total of six floors, which is taller than most of the surrounding buildings. The scene of thousands of lights at a glance is full of the fireworks of ordinary people's lives.
Must the people living in such old alleys be ordinary people? It is definitely not necessarily the case. Many celebrities and rich people have come to Yanjing City to buy courtyard houses and decorate them properly. Living in a courtyard house is much more comfortable than living in a large villa.
After receiving a call from Ah Fen, Xie Banruo smiled calmly and said, "What's wrong, Sister Fen, you should have good news to tell me, right?"
A woman's lazy voice came from the other side of the phone, "It's been three days, and finally a fish has taken the bait. Brother Tie Shou and I are almost suffocated to death. Master Prajna, you need to get some snacks. Spread the news quickly and let people
Those people hurry up and throw themselves into the trap." (Zero One)
Xie Banruo smiled and said: "Okay, definitely! The person was not killed, right?"
Ah Fen smiled and said: "Don't worry, the poster has an order, we must stay alive."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Banruo turned around. The room behind him was the room where Yan Junshan temporarily lived. Yan Xiaomai was by Yan Junshan's side and was giving medicine to his father at the moment.
After hearing Xie Banruo's call, both father and daughter looked towards Xie Banruo. Xie Banruo smiled and said, "Someone came to the door and has been controlled."
Yan Junshan sighed softly on the bed, with a worried look on his face, "There will definitely be people sent over again. The Nine Blade Sect in Mobei, they won't give up until they get the secret inherited by the Nine Blade Sect this time.
of……"
Saying that, Yan Junshan looked at Xie Banruo with a worried look on his face, "There is a master of assassination in the Nine Swords Gate. This master of assassination comes from the third gate. Miss Xie must remind your subordinates to be careful and don't let any accident happen."
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Xie Banruo smiled and said: "Senior Yan, don't worry, what I dispatched this time is the twelve stars of our Zhaixinglou. The twelve stars are hidden in every corner of the courtyard. I believe that the assassination of Mobei Jiudaomen is powerful, but
Our twelve constellations can definitely handle it!" (To be continued)