When Kuimulang came to report, Yingruge was eating breakfast, which consisted of several steamed buns stuffed with beef and a bowl of soy milk. After Kuimulang said this, his buns fell off and the soy milk spilled.
"Can you say that again!"
Kui Mulang knew that Ying Ruge had heard it, but now he wanted to say it again himself.
Kuimu Lang could only say one more time. His ghost-faced fang mask fell to the ground. He was really planning to turn Jinling upside down.
"Are you planning to start a killing spree?"
"Since he is already Kang Jinlong, I will not allow him to die in an unknown way."
To be honest, it was none of his business if Mu Liuer died in Tongfeng Liqiao, but now that Kang Jinlong died, how could he still act like a normal person?
He is enduring, his emotions are already out of control.
"Priority, find all the people in the city who are good at long-range crossbows!"
Kui Mulang clasped his fists, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.
Ying Ruge didn't have the heart to eat, which was undoubtedly more tormenting than the injury on his chest.
The owner of the brothel, the owner died in Jinling, so he deserves revenge.
Now, his men are dead in Jinling.
Kang Jinlong was obviously fine that day, but now he was a cold corpse. His head, which had been shot through by a crossbow, was cut off and hung on the city wall.
Those who died in Lincheng were all experts, and they could kill them effortlessly. Looking at their techniques, they were probably as good as his Tianluan people, and they acted together.
Kang Jinlong was killed at night, and the only person who saw him was the old man selling midnight snacks along the street.
Xinyuehu was polite when she found the old man, and the old man was not panicked.
"Old man, we just want to ask you something. Just say it. I won't hurt you." Xinyuehu's voice was cold. She wanted to kill someone. If she wanted to find out that person, even cutting him to pieces with a thousand cuts might not be enough.
She was furious.
Fortunately, the officer named Bi Riwu is not here. If he were here, he would stop Xinyuehu and Tianluan. The one who has the best friendship with Kang Jinlong is Bi Riwu. It is exactly the same, this kind of
It's not anyone else's turn to take action.
Soon, he will know about this, and he will want to find out the person who killed his brothers and feet. He will cut this person alive with 3,600 knives.
"Old man, how long do you sell midnight snacks?"
"Last night it was the fourth watch of the night."
"When you are ugly, can you tell when you are ugly?"
The old man shook his head and replied: "I can't tell clearly. I only heard someone saying it was the fourth watch."
"You usually go back at midnight."
"It's not like there are so many people in the city these days. There are also a lot of people at night, so business is easy to do."
"Then have you seen the man whose head was hung on the city wall?"
The old man nodded: "I've seen him before. He came to my place to buy some cakes when he was just a child. I wouldn't pay attention to people in strange clothes. This man has a fierce look, but he wears a bright yellow Taoist robe, like a god.
Master, the old man’s family is paying tribute to Zhenren Sanqing, so we asked him to give up the yellow talisman on Zhang Baoye Road.”
This is funny. The old man asked Kang Jinlong for runes to protect himself, but Kang Jinlong was killed that night and his body was separated.
"What did you think when you saw him?"
"This man walks very slowly, but he walks very fast. He buys a lot, and it's not like there is enough for one person."
"How much did he buy?" People who practice martial arts use up their physical strength quickly, so they naturally eat more than ordinary people. When the old man showed the number of pastries that Kang Jinlong bought, it was indeed not enough for one person. Kang Jinlong's appetite
, that’s half.
"Yuehu, have you found the pastries that Kang Jinlong bought?" Ying Ruge asked, when did he come? He was sitting on the beam.
Xinyuehu nodded. She brought something wrapped in lotus leaves and opened it. It was all kinds of pastries, some of which were broken.
Ying Ruge stared at one of the rice cakes. The rice cake was half-bitten, and the bite mark was as smooth as a knife. This man was meticulous in his work, and he also chewed very carefully when he ate.
"Sir, what's the matter with Kang Jinlong?"
There is an extra crossbow bolt in Yingru Singer, and it is this crossbow bolt that can kill someone with a headshot.
But Ying Ruge is still a little lucky. This is not an old enemy. Otherwise, those who were killed or exterminated by Kang Jinlong would only use a skinning knife to slowly cut open the flesh and let the blood inside slowly flow out. This person's body is cold.
Then cut off his head.
Ying Ruge clearly remembered that this method was Kang Jinlong's favorite method when he was still not Kang Jinlong. He would be excited because of the blood flowing out of the human body, and for the pleasure of the temperature soaring rapidly and then slowly freezing.
Ying Ruge slowly took off her mask, and the murderous intent spread. Except for Kui Mulang, Zhang Yuelu, Xinyue Fox, and Shenshui Yuan, their scalps were numb and they could not help but shudder. They all interacted with Ying Ruge.
Although he has passed, Ying Ruge's forward speed is far beyond ordinary people's guessing and understanding.
The current Ying Ruge is just because of anger. Such murderous intent can actually make people tremble, fear, and fear.
Kang Jinlong's body was confiscated by the government. The body disappeared at night. No need to guess, it was known that Nabi Riwu had stolen the body.
Ying Ruge did not ask where Biriwu went with the body, and ordered not to pursue Biriwu. They were his subordinates, and first of all, they were individuals.
People have feelings, and people can do anything for their feelings, including murder and suicide.
"Your Majesty?"
Ying Ruge's face was exposed to the sun, which was a kind of enjoyment for him.
"It's been almost four years. I've been depressed for a long time and it's time to take a breather."
"Your Majesty, you..."
Xinyuehu didn't wear a mask at all, so she knelt down on one knee and said, "Sir, don't go too far!"
"When I was eight years old, I met Yan Xiao and asked me what I wanted to do most. I answered, murder."
There was blood seeping out from his chest, and the blood seeped into his clothes. The old monk's clothes turned red on his chest. These people knew that his wound had opened again. If he did not rest, how could the whitened flesh be repaired?
"Kang Jinlong's matter will be handled by Shen Shuiyuan, and Zhang Yuelu will continue to track down Mu Liu'er, Feng Liqiao's murderer, Xinyue Hu..."
Seeing that Ying Ruge was silent, Kui Mulang began to arrange everyone's work, but the charming woman who never wore armor ignored her, turned around as if preparing to leave, and sneered: "What does it have to do with me whether they die or not?
All I ask is, Your Majesty, who do you want me to kill?"
This answer was crisp and clear, but it was the one named Zhang Yuelu. Even though he was covered by his mask, his body movements could still tell that he was distressed.
It was a quiet night again, with only the chirping of cicadas and the sound of the wind. The night in May was neither cold nor hot, and it was the most comfortable and comfortable at this time. He still remembered that when he was young, he liked to lie under the peach blossom tree and sleep peacefully, smelling the fragrance, and falling asleep peacefully.
In the room he faced, who killed Kang Jinlong? Was it someone from your palace, or someone who was planning to kill you?
If Bi Riwu stole Kang Jinlong's body, would he bury it? If he could bury it, I only hope that he could bury his body shallower so that Kang Jinlong could return to the real Yama Palace earlier.
"Creak", the door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man walked out. He looked up at the moon. It was too quiet at night or he was bored alone, but he never fell asleep in such a late night.
Ying Ruge stared at him, looked at his eyes, nose, and mouth, and fantasized about meeting this middle-aged man many times. It was a pity and a tragedy.
How can one not hate, hate those who made the decision, hate this unfair fate, everything one has, is not all thanks to this person.
Ying Ruge did not avoid the sound of "swish". He turned around, grabbed a silver needle in each hand, and still had one in his mouth. He knew it was the thief called the Black-necked Crane.
Yes, it was not me who gave him the silver needle.
"Who are you..." The black-necked crane saw Ying Ruge's face clearly. Under the moonlight, this face rarely had the expression that a living person should have. There was only anger on this face.
"Master Mo..." Black-necked Crane stopped talking. Although he had not seen Mo Ming a few times, he was sure that Mo Ming would not have such a strong aura of violence.
This person is not Mo Ming, but he has the same face as Mo Ming.
The black-necked crane showed his silver needle: "Who are you?"
Ying Ruge pinched her face and laughed: "Do you think this face is too realistic?"
Black-necked Crane was a smart man. He put away the silver needle. The silver needle was given by the man named Ying Ruge. The man gave him the silver needle to ask him to do something for him.
"I am ordering Fox Changkong."
Ying Ruge still suppressed her anger, clasped her fists and added: "I came here under the entrustment of Mo Daxia, the sword master of the Mo family."
The black-necked crane lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged man in the courtyard, and then at the man in front of him who called himself Linghu Changkong, "Looks like."
There are tens of thousands of people with similar faces in the world. Even if they look alike, their eyes and noses cannot all be exactly the same.
"It seems that the Mo family has many secrets." Black-necked Crane's words make people wonder what they mean. Is he referring to Ying Ruge's so-called human-skin-face-changing technique, or is he referring to the fact that the Moh family can command one hundred and six folding swords?
Linghu Changkong, the Master of the Sword Destroyer? Black-necked Crane shook his head secretly and sighed in his heart, Yu didn't know whether the Mo family had many secrets or not, they only knew about loyalty.
"Linghu Changkong, interesting, interesting, could it be that this time you are planning to break the Mo Yu sword of the Moh family?" As he spoke, the black-necked crane looked again at the contemporary swordsman of the Moh family in the yard.
"This must be the case in the future, but now, if I don't have enough time, I can only rely on others."
When the black-necked crane heard this, he burst out laughing. Oh, haha, this Sword Destroyer Master actually knew how to speak respectfully. It was interesting. Likewise, he was even more curious about how Mo Daxia managed to defeat this ruffian from Aselai.
"Why is Mr. Black Feather here?"
"It seems to have nothing to do with you."
The black-necked crane ignored Ying Ruge and found a comfortable place to lie down, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Ying Ruge was really worried that this guy would be the next person to be killed by a headshot.
Kuimu Lang tested the Black-necked Crane's intentions, but he couldn't be considered sincere, but what he could guarantee was that the snitch would not have evil intentions, so he claps his hands on the branches, jumps up, and flies away with one kick.
Black-necked Crane is a snitch, so his kung fu on his feet is naturally very good. The world-famous snitch couldn't help but sneer, Linghu Changkong's swordsmanship is something he dare not mention, his kung fu on his feet is just general.
But just after this kick, Ying Ruge took the road and left without looking back.
Not long after Ying Ruge left, as expected, the short crossbow arrows again captured
When fate strikes, there is a "ding" sound, and the black-necked crane shoots flying needles. Those silver needles are driven away by the arrows and nailed into the tree trunk.
And the silver light that cuts through the dark night, and the crisp sound of the exchange of weapons, can be seen by anyone with sight, and can be heard by even the deaf.
The middle-aged man in the courtyard just curled his lips and smiled and ignored the movement in the trees.
But at this moment, a person jumped down from the tree. The middle-aged man did not look at the fallen person, but shouted: "Black-necked crane? This is the palace of the Prince of Jinling. I am admitted to the hospital late at night. What do you want?"
"It's nothing, I just feel bored. It's too troublesome to commit myself to others. I think it's better to kill you and end it once and for all."
"Fomalhaut!" He cursed, and before Kuroba Toshiko could make a move, his body was trapped by four ice-blue high walls.
The middle-aged man looked at the man chanting the curse, his eyes full of indescribable emotions.
"Are you trying to trap Yu with a little trick?" Beiluo's sect belongs to the Xuanwu Palace. The snitch's understanding of the universe and Bagua stars is no worse than that of the Taoist priest. He broke the blockade with just a few snaps of his fingers. Xuanwu is
In the north, the place to crack is naturally in the south. Once you understand these seemingly extremely fancy techniques, they are no different from the little tricks of charlatans.
"The sword wielder, Mr. Mo, really doesn't understand other people's intentions and good intentions. Yu finally hired a well-known master to protect you, but he still resorts to such a life-threatening attack on Yu. It's heartbreaking." He said.
Then, the black-necked crane made a sad expression. He was wearing black clothes and a white face, which made his expression more vivid and interesting.
Although he took advantage verbally, the black-necked crane also knew what was going on. He knew that he was no match among the father and the son. He was so light and fluttery and flew away through the air. He looked really cool and unrestrained.
"Mo Ming······"
Mo Ming arrived just in time and was about to give chase, but was stopped by his father.
"If you don't practice swordsmanship, you will do some crooked things all day long."
After that, the middle-aged man, who was the contemporary swordsman of the Mo family, walked towards the house by himself. Looking at Mo Ming again, his white clothes were in tatters, with a few faint traces of blood. The father didn't care about the son, and he didn't say anything.
Word.
"It will be a moonless night in a few days. Don't leave the house." When the door was closed, the contemporary swordsman of the Mo family said this. The words meant that he was under house arrest, but the embarrassed Mo Ming frowned.
, showing a smile like a child's.
When Mo Ming entered her room and changed into clean clothes, the palace guards arrived. The young prince, Zhu Yinuo, slept like a dead pig. The guards knocked on the door and woke up.
With sleepy eyes, he heard what happened in this courtyard just now, and he yelled at the unlucky guards. Those people didn't dare to talk back, so they had to start searching.
Turning his head, he saw Mo Ming dressed in white and waving a folding fan. He immediately changed his smile and asked, "Where's Brother Dahong? Didn't you say that he went to paint with you and came back together?"
Mo Ming smiled and replied: "I'm afraid that if I go back to the mansion, I might be asking Yun Hong to copy the saint's scriptures."
When Zhu Yinuo heard that Brother Dahong might be asking that unlucky Li Yunhong to copy the scriptures, he laughed out loud unkindly. Mo Ming looked at it and sighed helplessly.
When the black-necked crane left the palace, he suddenly thought of the frail demeanor Mo Ming showed at the end, and it was connected with the rumors in the world. He couldn't help but sigh: "Qing, the emperor, the general and the prime minister are all beauties, but life is so troubled and vicissitudes of life."
After walking a few steps, the black-necked crane was stopped again, this time by two people, a tall man and a scholar.
When I got closer and saw it more clearly, I realized that it was not the same thing at all.
The black-necked crane, who was so frightened by the newcomers, knelt on the ground that he was calm. Damn it, it turned out to be Xindu Nu Lei Niu and the second son Zhu Jiannan.
He saw the black-necked crane hurriedly kneeling down on one knee, beating his right fist on the ground, and pressing his left hand on his left knee. He said with great respect, "My subordinate Heiyu, I have met His Royal Highness."
Zhu Jiannan waved his fan lightly, smiled warmly, and said softly: "Heiyu, are you back?"
The black-necked crane did not dare to raise his head and said sheepishly: "It's been a while since I came back. I went to Mo County first, and I just arrived at Jinling City yesterday."
"Have you ever visited Brother Wang?"
"It's not too late yet."
Zhu Jiannan said "oh" and signaled him to get up. After the black-necked crane got up, he was still respectful. Zhu Jiannan walked in front, and he followed behind with Lei Niu. He didn't speak, so he himself didn't make a sound.
"Actually, when you see this king, you don't need to salute. After all, you are no longer in the establishment and do not belong to Lincheng."
The black-necked crane was still respectful, but said: "The eldest son's kindness is hard to repay."
Zhu Jiannan was not angry, so how could he be angry? The benefactor who kept silent in front of him was his own brother, so what reason could he have to be angry.
"Heiyu, have you met the young master?"
The black-necked crane raised his head this time, without changing his tone, and replied: "His Royal Highness, the person who came to assassinate the young master this time..."
"Already know, some Huangmenxiaoxiao."
There was silence for a while. Suddenly, Zhu Jiannan's voice changed. It didn't become fierce, but there was a hint of pleading in the warmth. Besides this pleading, there was an order that could not be disobeyed. Listen to him say: "Heiyu, help me."