Even the third watch is quite a long time for someone.
Wu Xingxue added an empty courtyard at the end of Zhaixingfang in Sanfang and Twelve Alleys, and added a circle of enchantment.
After everything was settled properly, he asked the little boys in front of him and behind him: "What day is it?"
The little boy often helped them count the time, and he answered familiarly: "It's just the second watch."
In fact, the night was already a little late, and the sky was completely dark, but there was still an hour before the third watch.
For people like Tianxiu and Lingwang, a full hour is really long, enough for them to go back and forth from the southernmost point to the northern Wuyuan Sea.
Wu Xingxue made some calculations in her heart, and planned to take this time to take a look around the mountain and look for the culprit.
He conveniently broke a long straight branch in the garden.
Turning the green and gray branches around his fingertips, it became a long sword reflecting the moonlight.
He was about to go out with his sword in his hand when he suddenly heard the sound of inaudible footsteps in the alley, accompanied by a gloomy rusty smell.
Wu Xingxue had been the city lord in the magic cave for hundreds of years, and had seen endless things in this world. Ordinary people can't detect this smell at all, but he can smell it hundreds of feet away.
That's the taste of people who have killed people.
The little boys were conjured up by him, so naturally follow him. Soon they also noticed the strangeness, stood up one after another, and asked Wu Xingxue: "My lord, is that murderer here?"
It should indeed be the murderer who caused the trouble again.
Wu Xingxue has seen countless demons and killed countless demons. This murderer is just a living person who knows some strange skills.
It's a matter of an instant when you really start to do it.
Wu Xingxue twirled the sword, and asked the little boy again: "How long ago did you say?"
The little boy said, "It's just the second watch."
Wu Xingxue: "Oh."
The little boys' eyes were shining, and they rubbed their hands eagerly: "My lord, do you want to fight?"
Wu Xingxue thought for a while, put her index finger on her lips, and let out a "shh".
There is still an hour left.
And he is worrying about nothing...
Then just waste it.
He glanced at the group of young boys, pinched a few upturned tugs nearby, and asked softly, "Want to sing?"
Little boy: "... hmm???"
***
The bandits circled between the lanes along the trails.
There are thousands of households in these three lanes and twelve alleys, and he knows the general situation of each household.
He has never robbed wealth in a random manner. Every time he steps on the door and recognizes the right door, he is cautious, otherwise he will not be caught by a hair for several months.
Like tonight.
In fact, he had already selected two families, and the time to go down the mountain was also the time for the two families to rest. As long as you follow the trail, you can quickly win the battle with a quick touch of hands and feet.
But somehow...
He circled the alleys several times, and his eyes couldn't help turning to the unplanned Star Picking Workshop. It was as if there was some rare treasure hidden there, which attracted him especially.
The murderer struggled for a while, but turned on his toes and entered Zhaixingfang.
As soon as he entered the square entrance, he saw a family.
The house doesn't look that big at first glance, it is located at the very end of Zhaixingfang. It looks exactly the same as the houses next to it.
It's just that the lantern frames at the entrance of other houses are made of wood. This one is different. The lantern frames of this house are covered with a layer of light gold, reflecting the moonlight. It looks cold and has a sense of luxury.
"What kind of house is this... even the lantern stand is gilded?" the murderer muttered in his heart.
He tried his best to search in his mind, and found that he had no impression of this household.
This is very weird.
When something goes wrong, there must be a demon.
The murderer knew this truth very well, so his brain instructed himself to "go quickly", but his instinct made him walk a few steps and then come back.
He scratched his heart, lungs and ears by the wall.
After a long while, I finally said to myself: "I don't want to take risks, so I'll take a look first, so I can get a bottom line."
Thinking so, the murderer clutched his life-saving talisman and incense, and quietly leaned against the wall of this household.
***
This house is not too big, but it is very exquisite. It is the kind of layout that scholars and refined guests would like - a small yard, with flowers and trees, and a floating lotus pond. There is even a stone bridge that can reach the end in a few steps.
There are not many rooms, and he can look into the room through the wide window lattice by leaning on the courtyard wall.
There was a young man who looked very noble at first glance, dressed in a plain white robe, leaning on the table with his head propped up, flipping through a book.
There is not a single guard in the house who can fight, but there are several accompanying schoolboys, busy washing brushes and grinding ink inside and outside the house. Two of them still opened their mouths from time to time, yawning.
"That's it… "
The murderer asked himself on the wall, wouldn't it be a blood loss if he didn't go in and take a look
As the saying goes, excessive caution is for "counseling".
So the murderer took out the incense, rubbed his fingers on the top of the incense, and the smoke curled up into the yard.
Those little boys have sharp noses.
They were huddled by the pool washing their pens, suddenly raised their heads and shrugged their noses, and said to the people in the room: "Master...can you smell it? There is a smell in the courtyard, it smells so good."
The young master who was leaning on the table and flipping through the book raised his eyes and looked at the children.
I saw those children sucking their noses hard again, and then yelled "Oops", holding their temples and starting to shake on the spot.
Son: "..."
They staggered a few times.
There were only a few muffled bangs, and they lined up by the pool in the same posture.
Son: "..."
***
The murderer was lying on top of the wall, holding his breath at that moment.
He was afraid that the young master would be surprised by the reaction of the group of little book boys, and instead lose the efficacy of the incense.
But scholars are weak.
The next moment, I saw the young man's hand supporting his head shake, and he fell silently on the desk.
The murderer didn't enter the courtyard immediately, but twisted two more sticks of incense and dispersed them in the courtyard. After confirming that these people couldn't even pretend to be pretending, and there was no movement at all, they turned over and entered the house.
He had guessed earlier that this is some rich young man who came to study (play) and stopped here for a while.
As soon as I searched in the house, most of the guesses were confirmed.
There is not much luggage in the house, but there are many rare playthings. Any paperweight or pen holder can make him look straight. There are also some things that have never been seen before. They are radiant and look much more beautiful than gold and silver.
The murderer knew some thaumaturgy, and took out a Qiankun bag that could hold a hundred treasures from his waist, and swept in all the things he knew and didn't know.
Just as he hung the Qiankun bag back to his waist and was about to leave, he suddenly caught sight of the pendant hanging on the young man's waist.
The murderer hesitated for a moment, then walked silently to the side of the couch.
Looking closely, one can see that the pendant on the young man's waist is really strange. At first glance, it was made of white jade, but it was more clean and spiritual than all the white jade he had ever seen.
It's not like anything in the world.
The murderer was in a trance for a while, but when he came to his senses, he found that he had already stretched out his hand and grabbed the buckle of the white jade waist pendant.
It was about to take off the white jade pendant.
A hand grabbed his wrist!
It happened suddenly, no matter how courageous the murderer was, he was startled and almost jumped up.
He took a closer look, and it was the young master who was holding him.
That hand was thin and well-proportioned, without the cocoon left over from practicing self-defense with swords, nor the muscles and bones capable of lifting heavy objects. At first glance, it could only move chess pieces and tease birds.
But at the moment it is very powerful.
The murderer didn't feel like he was caught, but rather like he was shackled by ice chains, and he couldn't break free no matter what.
So he was in a hurry, and a ruthless look flashed across his face. Withdrawing the knife, he gave the young man a hard blow.
Sure enough, I saw the young master's hand loosen suddenly, slipped down, completely silent.
The murderer had no intention of lingering, turned his head and ran away.
What white jade pendant, rare spiritual objects, he can't even bother to ask for them. When you see the courtyard wall, step up it quickly!
***
When the murderer climbed over the courtyard wall and staggered to the ground, he realized that he ran in the wrong direction in a panic—
Instead of turning into the alley, he turned into the next door.
"It's okay..." the murderer muttered in his heart.
He must not just end the night in such a hurry!
He did have an impression of the house next door. If he was not mistaken, there was a young couple living there. He runs a small wine shop in the workshop. Not so rich, but not short of gold and silver.
It's just that this kind of person is particularly afraid of being stolen, and likes to carry money close to his body, and has to put it next to the pillow when he sleeps at night.
The murderer got greedy now, and lit another stick of incense in the bedroom where the lights had been turned off. After going around a few times, I touched it in.
The room was dark, but he had practiced some thaumaturgy so he could still see clearly.
The quilt on the couch was bulging, and it rose and fell gently with the breath, and it should be a sound sleep under the effect of the incense.
The murderer felt relieved and walked to the bed, wanting to touch the money bag next to the pillow. As a result, as soon as he fumbled twice, someone grabbed his wrist again.
The murderer's heart skipped a beat, and he saw the person under the blanket turn over to reveal his face.
There is no such thing as a young couple.
The murderer took a closer look and saw exactly the same face as the rich man just now.
"..."
my mother-
The murderer jumped up and slashed again, and slapped the young man hard.
Then run for your life.
Now he didn't dare to be greedy anymore, he just wanted to rush back to the mountains.
He jumped up the courtyard wall in embarrassment, stumbled and fell into the alley, accidentally sprained his foot. Holding a knife, he limped and limped along the wall of the trail.
As a result, as soon as he reached the corner, he accidentally bumped into a person who was turning from the alley.
The opponent's robes were rustling, and there was a faint smell of frost and snow, and he didn't know what kind of sachet he used.
The murderer just wanted to say, pay attention to people and have money.
He caught sight of the white jade pendant on his waist.
Bandit: "..."
He gulped down his saliva and raised his head silently.
I saw the rich man smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, his eyes were like black ink half-downcasting at him, and said: "Well, what a coincidence."
The murderer leaned on the wall and began to slide down.
The young master tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly said softly: "What time is it now?"
Before the murderer could react, he saw several boys' heads protruding from the young man's back like mushrooms after a spring rain, and said in a hurry, "It's more than half of the second watch."
The young man let out an "oh", as if he had finally spent his free time. He raised his untouched hand and grabbed it from the air—
The murderer was dragged into the exquisite house at the top of Zhaixingfang.
***
This ghost-beating "rich man" is none other than Wu Xingxue.
He swept across the wall, threw the murderer in the courtyard, and fell from the eaves on the wind. When he landed, he turned the long sword in his hand, carried it loosely, walked up to the murderer, bent down and asked, "I heard that there are always bandits in this area recently, and there have been many deaths. you?"
The murderer drooped his brows and eyes, and refused to speak.
Wu Xingxue waited for a while, and said, "Are you dumb? Then I will help you."
The murderer watched his fingers poking towards him.
Before he got close, he felt his Tianling cover tremble, and there was a soreness in the joints of the bones, as if it was about to be lifted alive in the next moment.
He has always been the only one who cuts other people's shares, and this is the first time he has experienced it.
He will die immediately! Shaking for a while and crying: "It's me, it's me, it's me! Don't, don't lift it."
Wu Xingxue nodded and said, "Then I'll wait for a while."
Hearing this sentence, the murderer felt that his three souls had already lost his seven souls.
Wu Xingxue asked again: "How many households have you robbed in total?"
The bandit said, "Ten or fifteen households."
"How many people have you killed?"
"Three or two... seven or eight people."
The murderer finished answering tremblingly, and quickly said: "I swear to God, I will never do any harm again! I will never kill anyone again! I... I can still tell you where those treasures are hidden, can you, can you change your way of life?" ?!"
Wu Xingxue tilted her head and smiled at him, the smile was very faint, but because of her very good-looking appearance, she looked like a spring breeze.
Then he withdrew his smile and said lightly: "Then your idea is really beautiful."
After a while, the little boys were blindfolded and covered their ears.
Immediately afterwards, the howling of ghosts and wolves in the courtyard was earth-shattering. Thanks to the enchantment that sealed it, the people in Sanfang and Twelve Alleys did not disturb their sleep.
***
Xiao Fuxuan brought spiritual objects from Haishi, and when he came back at midnight, he saw a tied-up man crying in the courtyard.
Xiao Fuxuan fell from the eaves, the sword in his hand was wrapped around a flower, and sheathed. Surprised for a moment, he asked, "This is?"
The murderer cried and cried, tears blurred. He also couldn't see who was coming, he just thought he had a chance to catch him, and hurriedly said: "Help, help—"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the young man who made him howl like a ghost blinked his eyes, turned his toes and came behind the visitor, saying: "Xiao Fuxuan, this person just stabbed me three times."
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
Lord Tianxiu drew out the sword that had just been scabbard on the spot.
Bandit: "..."
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