Sealing Knife

Huanghua Alley in the south of the city is a bland alley in General Town. There is no restaurant in front of the restaurant, and there is no silk house in Huafang in the back. There are only some old earthen-walled tile houses in which there are ten families. It was just that there had been frequent wars in the past few years, and there were a lot of people in the town. There were only two or three widows in this alley, and the courtyard closest to them was where Mr. Shen lived.

It is said that Mr. Shen is in his late sixties, but he has a strong body and a good spirit. He has lived in this place for half a year. Although he doesn't often go out to walk around, there is something serious about his family. It was just that Mr. Shen suspended classes for the past two days, and hurried back to the house to listen to the baby, saying that they wanted to be quiet and quiet.

Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng inquired about the matter, and used some meals casually. Taking advantage of the dim sky, a few roundabouts entered the alley.

In the late autumn of the moment, the old tree climbing from the wall of the Shen family yard was dying in the cold wind, the yellow leaves fell on the ground, and no one went to clean it. A skinny crow stopped on the branch, Seeing no strangers, opening his mouth is a mourning.

Chu Xiwei suddenly smiled and said to Ye Fusheng: "I heard the crows crying when I came, which was bad luck."

Ye Fusheng raised an eyebrow: "Are you still afraid of crows?"

"I have seen more crows in recent years, it's nothing strange, but ..." Pause, Chu Xi slightly raised his lips, "Every time I see a crow, I will meet a dead person."

The two looked at each other, Ye Fusheng stepped forward to shoot the door, but he didn't see his voice choked, and the voice pretended to be a womanish voice. It's not too early, she hasn't returned yet, has sir met? "

The door was locked from the inside. Ye Fusheng slapped for a few times, but no movement was seen. The internal force was attached to the door and the horizontal latch broke from it. Fortunately, although it is blue and white, there are no people in this alley. So as to avoid the end of being a thief.

The door just opened a gap, Chu Xiwei stepped forward, grabbed Ye Fusheng and turned to avoid, saw a row of steel needles suddenly shot out of the door crack, almost rubbing their clothing corner nailed to the opposite stone wall On the top, the steel needle is in the head, and I do n’t know what has been quenched on it. It can even erode the surrounding stones into finger-sized holes!

Chu Xi twisted her eyebrows slightly, letting Ye Fusheng go back to the door again. Ye Fusheng shrugged, took out a veil, slapped a palm on the wall with luck, and a steel needle was shaken out. This needle is generally the same as that used by ordinary people to sew sacks, except that the tip has a triangular barb. If it hits a person, even if it does not quench the poison, it must be torn off by the belt. It is very insidious.

With a fixed gaze, Ye Fusheng wrapped the needle into the girdle. I saw that Chu Xiwei had entered the door, and he followed him. Once inside, he smelled an irrelevant blood, accompanied by A faint smell of medicine came.

The yard should be washed shortly, because the weather is cold and wet, and there is still moisture on the ground, but Ye Fusheng glanced at the red that can not be washed out in the cracks of the stone bricks, which are traces that only form after the blood has oozed and condensed.

A vague **** hovering on the floor tiles, Chu Xi frowned slightly, and caught the trace of the medicine coming from the house, the door closed tightly, I don't know what was going on inside.

He stretched his hand to push the door and was grabbed by Ye Fusheng, and motioned him to look down. I saw an insignificant mark on the lower end of the threshold, like a barb. If it is wrong, I am afraid it will only be a normal scratch. .

Seeing this trace, Chu Xiwei's face was black, and she turned back suddenly, and she saw Ye Fusheng's expression sinking.

Ye Fusheng took out the steel needle wrapped in a handkerchief, spread out Chu Xiwei's left hand, and wrote in his palm: "The lancet, the mark of the soul ... is the mark of" Shadow Guard "."

Directly under the emperor's glimpse guard, the emperor's heart is pointed, the blade pointed.

Ye Fusheng survived in the first battle of the shock, but the identity of the commander of the shadow raider was settled, but he knew it well. Xie Wuyi died for him and could hide the north with which he did not intersect deeply. The barbarian army, but absolutely cannot conceal the shadow-grabbing guard who collected the corpse for him, not to mention Chu Ziyu.

On the way to talk with Chu Xiwei, the other party's words were full of anger at his previous "death news". Ye Fusheng speculated that Chu Ziyu knew that he was not dead, but chose to hide it for him.

However, Chu Ziyu now wants to reunite Ruan Feiyu, and he will surely attract the eyes and ears of all parties who oppose the new law and his party's parties. Appropriate means.

It's just that there are always a lot of things happening outside the festival.

Chu Xiwei didn't like the emperor's family dog ​​like Yingyingwei, and even got to the point of disgust, especially he didn't like to see Ye Fusheng connected with it. This man had been an eagle dog for ten years, which made him think of it as a throat, I wish I could let the two have no intersection.

It's not like people want it.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed his emotions, depressed the restlessness in his chest, and took a step back. Ye Fusheng had a heart pat on his shoulder, but he was hided, and inexplicably lost, he turned his direction halfway on the door. The face knocked five times, triple and two light, and at the end whispered like a hoarse bird song.

There was a rustling movement in the door, and an old voice sounded: "Who?"

Ye Fusheng said: "The autumn wind is cold and cold, and weary birds are hard to come back to the nest. Kindhearted people borrow a stove to warm the winter."

The shadow codes of the Yingyingwei at four o'clock a year are different. Ye Fusheng opened according to the current season. After two seconds of silence in the house, there were footsteps slowly approaching. The person inside took off the latch and moved some originally to block the door. After the box chair, this opened the door.

The door was opened by an old man, tall and thin, not rickety. He was wearing a white robe and old shirt, his gray hair was dressed up properly, and the old traces of the face were sorrowful, looking like a suffering The bitter cold old talent, with the lingering vicissitudes.

He probably had bad eyesight. He couldn't help squinting when looking at people. His hands were still on the door and he didn't speak. He just looked at the two uninvited guests.

An ordinary old man, Ye Fusheng is no longer familiar with this face.

Nanru Ruan Feiyu, in Chaotang Rivers and Lakes, is such a poor and unlucky phase, but once he is serious, he is in the middle of planning and directing the mountains and rivers to overturn.

He quietly pulled the sleeves of Chu Xiwei, and said lightly to the old man: "My two people are people in the dry camp, and the master told us to come and meet the adult."

In order to facilitate management inside, Yingyingwei divided into eight camps according to the name of the gossip. Among them, there were only twenty people in the Qianzi camp. They were secretly dispatched by the emperor and the commander.

Ye Fusheng lost the command token, but the shadow tattoo's tattoo was still there. He pretended not to see Chu Xiwei's cold face. He lifted the sleeve of his left hand, and there was indeed a black geese on his pale arm, fluttering.

"It was a good trip, and it came just right." The old man saw the tattoo, his face slightly dizzy, and let the two of them enter the door, only to see the smoke inside the house, the pot of dark black soup was boiled on the small stove, and The smells in the air are mixed together, which is really bad.

The room is not big. In addition to the old man, there is a person lying on the bed, dressed in black and with a face mask and mask. It is the night walk of the Yingying Wei, but his eyes are closed at the moment. Just breathing.

Ye Fusheng Shen Sheng asked: "What's going on?"

"This action leaked the wind, they were caught by the tail when they came last night, although they were killed in time, but the two shadow guards were killed and injured. My old bones are better to watch here than to go away and be robbed. Change. "The old man said lightly, his eyes glancing at him," Fortunately, you come fast, but the dark guest who attacked us has no idea where it came from. The two of you alone are afraid to hang. "

After hearing this, Ye Fusheng's face changed greatly, and he thought a little: "He came in a hurry. I don't know that something has changed here. I will first **** the adult out of this place, and then try to contact him."

"Alright, but he is seriously injured, I am short of doctors and medicines, I don't know if you can bring emergency things?" The old man can remove it when he hears it, but he doesn't see much joy, only pointing at the injured on the couch, his eyes are worried. color.

Seeing this, Ye Fusheng's cold face softened a little, and said, "Some gold sore medicine, please give it to him first.

The old man retreated behind him, and Ye Fusheng took out a little finger-length porcelain bottle from the front of his shirt, pulled open the cloth seal, and went to the man's clothes to check the wound.

Ye Fusheng's hand caught his wrist, and at that moment, the person who had been "stunned" suddenly opened his eyes, and the futon covered on him lifted up, obscuring Ye Fusheng's line of sight, even holding his right hand against the wall. Using the dagger as a chest thorn, Ye Fusheng's hand was still tightly grasped by him!

At the same time, the old man with a sour face suddenly moved suddenly, the gleaming light suddenly appeared in his turbid eyes, a sword thorn slipped in his sleeve, and he pierced Chu Xiwei Dantian!

With a grunt, the blade fell into the flesh, and Ye Fusheng didn't see how to move. Seeing that the bedding covering him turned over and twisted, he wrapped the man's arm with the knife, and the dagger pierced out, but it was only an inch from Ye Fusheng's chest. When he arrived, Ye Fusheng spotted his wrist, grabbed the blade and backhanded.

He didn't look at it. His hands were rare and ruthless. The dagger pierced the man's neck, blood splattered on the bedding, and immediately fell a dead body.

"It's better to sleep hard before you die than to stay asleep after death, why should you?" Ye Fusheng shook his head, turned to look at Chu Xiwei, and said, "A Yao, respect the old and love the young!"

Chu Xiwei snorted, just before it was time to let it go, the old man thought that this sneak attack was tenacious and stable, but did not expect Chuxi Weisheng to grasp his wrist, and he could react in the future. Starting from the wrist being held, the meridians are broken by internal force!

The old man trembles with pain, but no cold sweat is seen on his face. Ye Fusheng's fingers twitched on his face, and he tore off an exquisite human skin mask. The face below is clearly a strong man.

The man was so full of hate that "You guys ..."

"I ask you something, you answer it, otherwise ..." Chu Xiwei didn't change his face, but he chewed a dark smell. The man would gritt his teeth when he saw it, and was slapped with a slap in the face, half of his face. Swollen, several teeth spit out with blood.

Ye Fusheng looked at the poison sac in one of the teeth and praised Chu Xiwei: "I am very pleased that my eyes are fast."

"Don't make it clear, can I let you die?" Chu Xiwei ignored him and looked down at the struggling people on the ground, with a cold voice, "Who are you?"