Houfu Dungeon.
Duan Jiu stepped down and walked out of the **. The man in the dungeon raised his head and saw the man in the black cloak through his straw-like hair. He was a tall, burly man, with a thin, sallow face, and rough, like dried potato chips. In fact, he doesn't look like an assassin at all, with no sharpness or murderousness in his eyes, but rather like a farmer's Tian Jiahan, and when he smiles, he even has a simple and honest taste.
The assassin moved the tumbler and the short table in front of the dungeon. Duan Jiu sat down with his robe lifted, and took out a pipe from under the cloak. The assassin filled his smoking pot with tobacco leaves and lit it with a fire stick. Duan Jiu sucked on the cigarette holder, and Papa exhaled a few puffs of cigarettes. The smoke rose up and enveloped his face.
"Seventeen, are you still used to living here?" he asked.
"It's okay," Tang Shiqi smiled, leaning against the stone wall, "it's just that the humidity in the cell is too heavy, there are a little more mice, and the noise is so noisy that I can't sleep."
"Really," Duan Jiu smiled, "Seventeen, as long as you say what we want to know, let alone mice, even ants, we will wipe them out."
Tang Shiqi climbed to the edge of the iron fence and said with a smile, "Uncle, please forgive me. I really don't know where Xia Houlin is. If I knew I had said it earlier, why wait until now." Show Duan Jiu his sleeves, and his arms are full of scars, "Look at what your subordinates beat me, there's no good flesh all over your body!"
Duan Jiu shook his head and chuckled, "You're such a slob, I know you won't speak. Seventeen, do you know why I caught you into Jialan?"
"Don't you want to smelt the pulling wire?" Tang Shiqi rubbed his hands, "Look at me, you want me to give the blueprint to the craftsman, and I will hand over all the drawings. I came out for you. I really did my best for our Galan, uncle, why do you still doubt me?"
"You're half right." Duan Jiu knocked on the table with the cigarette pot, and said, "Seventeen, I grew up with that kid Xiaolin, and I know him well. This kid is the most affectionate, and he was only thankful when he was a child. After staying at home for a few months, I had the courage to betray Jialan and desperately sent the young master of the Xie family to escape the killing of Jialan. Later, I relied on his mother to save a small life and finally became a Jialan assassin. I carefully selected it from the knife furnace. I gave Jingtie to him, but he turned his head and gave it to that young master."
"Little Master?" Tang Shiqi was at a loss.
"It's Shen Jue, you've seen it. I only thought he was a rookie at that time, and he was not good at it. He was not careful, and he dropped Jing Tie. If I hadn't seen Shen Jue's knife the day before, I still don't know that this kid actually gave Jing Tie away. I gave it to him." Duan Jiu's face slowly turned gloomy, "It's really nonsense. The knife is there, the knife is the life of the assassin, and it's still Jingtie, how can you say that you can give it away?"
Tang Shiqi clenched his fists and looked indignant, "That's right, how can you give it away! This Xiahou Lin is really forgetful, he did such a thing at a young age, no wonder he will defect later. No. , Uncle, when you catch him, you must punish him properly!"
Duan Jiu looked at him and smiled, "A young master is like this, let alone you, Seventeen. How many years have you been with him?"
Tang Shiqi's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition emerged. Duan Jiu was still looking at him, his eyes were deep under the hood, and he couldn't tell what he looked like.
He squeezed out a pleasing smile and said, "Me? What the hell am I? I'll just do it as soon as I do it. When I hang out with him, I don't feel good. I'm lazy and spend money. He wanted to resign me a long time ago. Besides, he did that for that young master, and it was because he was attracted to the beauty of others." Tang Shiqichong and Duan Jiu blinked ambiguously, "When I was hanging out with Xiahou Lin, I felt that this man There's something wrong with me. You're such an old man, and there's not even a woman by your side. No, tell me about the young master of the Xie family, and I'll understand. Xia Houlin must be a broken sleeve! I want to be ashamed, If you want someone who is out of shape, he won't look down on me if you don't."
Duan Jiu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pondered for a while. Tang Shiqi swallowed his saliva and made up his mind, but he didn't expect that the nonsense he made up would really frighten this forgetful person.
There were torches slanted on the wall, and the flames danced on Duan Jiu's face, half bright and half dark. Duan Jiu thought about it for a long time, then laughed, "I know that Xiao Lian is serious about friendship. When I arrested you, I knew that one day in the future, if he knew that you were in my hands, he would not sit idly by. I have always Waiting for a day, waiting for you to take us to find him. Now that I think about it, I am really confused, I could have gone a step faster at this chess."
Tang Shiqi felt uneasy again, and opened his mouth: "Huh?"
Duan Jiu stood up and looked down at Tang Shiqi with an indescribably cold gaze, "Seventeen, your whereabouts have always been in the palm of my hand, I have found the clue since the first time you two started to connect, and now it is even more so. It proves my guess. Qiumen's disguising technique is really not to be underestimated, although Xiahou Lin is not a serious disciple of Qiuye, he is more authentic than the book."
"You... You..." Tang Shiqi was stunned, but quickly calmed down again, and said with a crooked smile, "Uncle Duan, you can't catch him. People are now guarded by Duke Shen, who is very capable. , at the beginning, if you were able to throw away your armor and armor, you would definitely be able to protect the boss so tightly."
"You're right," Duan Jiu said lightly, "but Seventeen, he has Shen Jue to protect him, who are you? You should worry about yourself. Give me the drawings of the puppet Zhaoye, and I'll take care of you. I'll spare your life. Otherwise..." Duan Jiu smiled lightly, "You definitely don't want to taste the bitterness of the decisive medicine for bliss."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared step by step into the dark darkness. Tang Shiqi was paralyzed on the ground, facing the pitch-black roof, surrounded by thick stone walls, the darkness as heavy as iron pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He was completely at a loss. He didn't know where this ghost place was. He was brought here by the assassin blindfolded, and the sun never saw the light of day. He even forgot how long he had been here.
He turned over to face the wall and sighed, if he could escape this time, he would definitely change his mind and be a good man, never prostitute or gamble again, he would learn from his boss and be a good man.
"Tang Shiqi." Someone called him from behind, Tang Shiqi was startled, stood up and looked back.
It's Kinnaro.
He squatted on the edge of the fence and looked at him. He was wearing an assassin's arrow coat, with a net towel and no hair crown on his head. There was a hideous scar on the side of his face, and his eyes were dark. The gentle and cowardly bookishness that he had in the past was gone, replaced by the heavy and suffocating aura that was condensed in his body. He is already a fully qualified assassin, as tough as iron, just like the rest of Garan.
Tang Shiqi swallowed his saliva and did not dare to speak. Jin Naluo's temper is not as good as before. Last time, Tang Shiqi saw with his own eyes that he killed a woman who was unwilling to serve him. He used to be a guy who blushes when he talks to women, but now he can stab them in their chests without changing his face.
"If you want to survive, you should listen to Mr. Duan and hand over Zhaoye's blueprint as soon as possible." Kinaro said in a low voice, "Jalan is very short of people right now, Gandabha is dead, and the assassin's swordsmanship below. Not skilled enough to succeed him. If you swear allegiance to Garan, Mr. Duan will not waste a single talent."
"Allegiance? Then he has to accept a nomination certificate or something before he can believe it. Who do I accept?"
Jin Naluo clenched the iron railing tightly, "Of course it's Xia Houlin. You help us trick him out, and then..." Jin Naluo gritted his teeth, "Kill him."
Tang Shiqi stared at him for a while, then lay back and crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Last night, the mice made me sleep well, and I was sleepy. Go to bed first, good night."
"Tang Shiqi! Why do you have to be so loyal to him?" Jin Naluo sneered, "Look at what you are doing now? But what about him, he is happy outside! What good is a person like him? Personal hatred sent the whole Garan to hell, but he had to understand the medicine to escape. What brother, he doesn't care about it at all, he just uses you, Tang Shiqi!"
Tang Shiqi turned his back to him and ignored him.
Jin Naluo said coldly: "Okay, you asked for it yourself, don't blame me for not saving you."
He stood up and walked outside, when Tang Shiqi suddenly stopped him, "Xiucai, my suicide note is buried under the archway at the entrance of Chulou. If one day I really...you can help me give my suicide note to the boss. Whatever you want. Whatever method you use, just leave it to him."
Jinna Luo paused for a while, but did not speak, turned and walked into the dark darkness.
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Duan Jiu entered Bailiyuan's yard. It was sunny today, the orange sunlight shone on the doorpin, and the pattern of a lotus flower was clearly visible. The Hou Mansion's mansion is very old, the high threshold has peeled off the paint, the original vermilion door panel has dimmed into a dark ochre red, and it looks even more decadent under the strong light and shadow.
Bailiyuan sat on the threshold and played with a kite, still the tiger kite with its eyes hanging on its white forehead. In fact, this kite was given to Chi Yan by Murder Heart. It was originally hung in Chi Yan's hut. Bailiyuan saw it and liked it, and insisted on it, and never left her hands.
Looking up to see Duan Jiu, Bailiyuan asked in a low voice, "Did you ask anything?"
Duan Jiu shook his head gently, Bailiyuan frowned, and just about to speak, Duan Jiu said again: "However, this subordinate already knows the whereabouts of Xia Houlin."
Bailiyuan's eyes lit up, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Then go and kill him! Summon Maharaka, Yaksha, and Asura to the capital, plus Jinnara, I don't believe I can't kill him! "
"Babu is my Garan elite, how can I be so reckless? He has Shen Jue to protect him, it's easier to kill him." Duan Jiu sighed: "Yan Luo, you should think about how to strengthen Garan, not your own happiness and anger. Don't worry. Well, we won't let Chiyan know where he is, as long as Chiyan doesn't know, he won't be afraid."
Bai Liyuan frowned fiercely, "Shen Jue, Shen Jue, that dead eunuch, dare to block my way, really annoying! Anyway, the weather is warm, I'm going back to Shuobei, I'll take my brother back to the snow mountain, They are thousands of miles apart, and they will never see each other." Bailiyuan took the kite to Duan Jiu and lifted her skirt to look for Chiyan.
He was changing clothes in the room, and when the door opened, the sun shone on his back, and Bailiyuan saw the hideous ink tattoos on his back. He pulled up his clothes, the tattoos covered. It's not surprising that men in Galan have tattoos. She didn't expect a good child like Chiyan to get tattoos, and one tattoo would fill their backs.
It must have been brought by that kid Xia Houlin again. Bailiyuan pouted, pretending not to see, sitting on the drum stool watching him put on his coat and robe. He bowed his head to tie his belt and buckle, his eyelids drooped, and his long and dense eyelashes covered his inky eyes, looking very peaceful. It's just that his face paled a little, that's because he just finished taking the medicine a few days ago.
Chi Yan finally put on the Liuli Erzheng, put the bed in the room, and followed Bailiyuan out. Rouge Hutong was deserted during the day, and only a few bustards nibbled melon seeds across the hutong with their doors open and chatted. They entered the Yunxian Tower through the back door. The lanterns were not hung up. The corridors and the eaves were bare. The flowers in the garden were blooming a little, so it was not so cold.
When he was about to walk outside Ah Chu's small courtyard, a voice suddenly came out, and the accompanying assassin walked over to take a look, and came back to report: "It's Jin Yiwei who came to check our Jialan assassin. Yan Luo, do you want to go home?"
"Which house? I'm afraid of them?" Bailiyuan sneered, she pushed the assassin away, and walked in with her hands behind her back.
There were seven or eight guards in brocade clothes standing in the small courtyard, all of them wearing spring knives with embroidery on their waists and wearing flying fish clothes. Ah Chu's door was tightly closed, and there were two guards in brocade guarding the door, nibbling on the melon seeds in their hands, and the skin of the melon seeds fell to the ground.
As soon as Bailiyuan came in, Jin Yiwei's eyes turned around.
"Yo, where's the little girl?" A Jin Yiwei showed a lewd smile, and turned to look at the old bustard huddled by the doorpost, "You still have stuff like this, why didn't you bring it out to the men earlier?"
The old bustard smiled, looked at Bailiyuan fearfully, and shrank even tighter.
"Don't! I don't want it!" Ah Chu's cry came out through the door, followed by the man's curse, a total of two times, one after the other, with different tones.
Bailiyuan's eyes narrowed and her footsteps stopped. She looked at the prostitute, "What's going on inside?"
"What else is going on?" A Jin Yiwei smiled ambiguously, "The man came to the brothel to investigate the case, take a break, and don't light up the sword? Mr. Yan and Zhang Xiaoqi are playing a big game, me..." He asked. Bailiyuan came over and reached out to pick her chin, "Playing small."
He grabbed Jin Yiwei's wrist with one hand, and Jin Yiwei's wrist was in pain, as if being clamped by iron pliers, unable to move. He raised his eyes, facing a pair of dark eyes, "What are you doing? Are you courting death!"
"Baili, go in." Chi Yan said.
"What are you doing standing still!" The Jin Yiwei yelled angrily, "Arrest this desperado!"
Jin Yiwei drew their knives and rushed over, and the two guards also came over. Chiyan let go, an embroidered spring knife rubbed the tip of his nose and fell, and he hit the man's wrist with a hand blade, the man let go, and the embroidered spring knife fell into Chiyan's hand.
The Embroidered Spring Knife was horizontally in front of Chi Yan's chest, and a flash of light flashed past, as desolate as a cold moon, Chi Yan lowered his eyes and stood there quietly. In an instant, his aura suddenly changed. Jin Yiwei took the offensive and did not dare to rush forward. They suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not as weak and deceiving as his appearance. The knife in his hand will kill.
But so what, they are dignified Jinyiwei, are they still afraid of a little servant in a brothel
One Jinyiwei headed, and the other Jinyiwei followed behind him roaring and rushing forward. Chi Yan raised his eyelids abruptly, and was about to use the knife, but the moment he made the knife, he suddenly remembered that he was not an assassin and could not kill. So he flipped his wrist, and the blade reflected the sun's rays across the embroidery on Jin Yiwei's chest.
At the same time, Bailiyuan bypassed them and ran to the house, where Ah Chu was crying mournfully, so hoarse, so helpless. The closer Bailiyuan got to the house, the colder her body became. She vaguely knew what was going to happen inside, and for the first time she was afraid to face it. She has seen corpses strewn all over the ground, and rivers of blood, but she has never seen a woman's slender body being bullied by a man, like a flower that has been plucked from a branch.
She kicked open the door, and the light came in. The two men on the ground were startled by the dazzling light and climbed up from the woman. Bailiyuan saw Ah Chu, she huddled in the corner of the couch, trying her best to cover her snow-white body with the quilt on the couch. But Bailiyuan still saw the blue and purple on her body, which was particularly dazzling on her white body, like a withered pear flower, trampled to pieces.
Ah Chu was crying, sobbing and sobbing in her mouth, and she could not hear it clearly. Bailiyuan didn't look at the two men, she just looked at Ah Chu on the ground. Her cries drew the fury in Bailiyuan's chest, wandering around her body, swallowing her like a raging flame.
Damn, Bailiyuan slowly clenched her fists, they are all damned.
A man's clothes were piled up on the pineapple wood Baxian table beside Bailiyuan. He covered the bottom with one hand and reached out to take it with the other. A dazzling light flashed under the sun, followed by the man's shrill scream. He turned his head with the Jinyi guards who were tired of scrambling, and was shocked to see Bailiyuan pinning Yan Zongqi's hand on the table.
Bailiyuan pierced too hard, and a few drops of blood splattered on her porcelain-white face. Her eyes were ferocious and fierce, like a ghost doll crawling out of hell. For a while, even Zhang Xiaoqi in the room was so frightened that he forgot to stop her.
"Who is your master?" Bailiyuan slowly twisted the dagger, the blade grinding the flesh, making a sour and sticky voice, "Master Yang, the commander of Jinyiwei, or Shen Jue, the director of the lijian? It doesn't matter, you two. You can tell them that I want this person's hand. But remember to report my name," Bailiyuan stared at the wailing man, gritted her silver teeth and said, "Suo Bei, Bailiyuan."
"Bai... Baili... is the Marquis of Shuobei." Jin Yiwei looked at each other.
"That's right, this is the Marquis." Bailiyuan turned her head and smiled, "Remember to run faster and faster. Otherwise, the evil ghost will catch up with you and eat you all..."