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Oh, so it's Envoy Jing, excuse me for my disrespect. "Although Wei Qi didn't know this young man in front of him, and had never heard of his name before, he was sure that this person was not one of the Yan Kingdom's noble princes and doctors, and was just a nameless newbie. But due to the proper etiquette, he still appeared to show some respect towards Jing Ke, and after saying a few casual words, he turned to someone else and asked," Then who are these people? "

The people Wei Qi was referring to were naturally Thief Sheng, Zhu Hai, Mao Yun, Xue Lun, Gongsheng Rong, Du Sanniang, and Di Kun. Even though the Four Alchemists were once disciples of Wei Wuji, a person like Wei Qi, who only cared about their reputations, would obviously not care about some of the martial arts world's hanger-ons.

"This is the Thief Clan's Great Hero of Stealing, this is General Zhu Hai, these two are the resourceful Duke Mao and Duke Xue." Jing Ke had always been introducing the Xin Mausoleum's four guests, conveniently giving each of them a reasonable title. It was this person who had once forced their master to be depressed, so when Jing Ke introduced them, the four of them pretended to look around, their faces had an aloof and indifferent expression, completely ignoring Wei Qi.

Of course, Jing Ke knew why they had such expressions, so he quickly skipped over the four of them, and then introduced them to Wei Qi, "This is my senior brother, Di Kun. This is the young miss of a male loser, Gong Zhuang Rong, and this is the female hero, Du Sanniang ?" Jing Ke had always been introduced to him by Wei Qi. The few people who were called out by him also gave a simple bow to Wei Qi as a gesture of respect.

When Jing Ke had just finished his introduction, he immediately continued, "Since the few of you came all the way from Yanji City, you must have been travelling for a long time, so today you should come to the school to rest. As for the matter of rejecting Qin as our leader, we can discuss it when we arrive at the imperial court tomorrow."

Everyone had long since lost their interest after hearing Wei Qi's evasive words. They only waited for Jing Ke to respond before silently retreating with Jing Ke and Su Li, returning to the library to rest.

But perhaps no one would have thought that just as Jing Ke was hurriedly introducing everyone to Wei Qi, there was a person sitting in front of the bed whose forehead was slightly trembling, as if he was moved by Jing Ke's simple words. It was only a flash of light, and before the lightning could even dissipate, he had already returned to his previous calm and composed expression. This minute and extremely quick change, even the normally observant Jing Ke didn't notice at all, and it was precisely this minute change that triggered this terrifying killing intent.

Wei Daliang's night seemed even more terrifying and desolate than that of the thistles. Perhaps it was due to the Ma Ling War between Pang Lu and Sun Po that many of Wei's ghosts had been buried in foreign lands, so every night, in the middle of the night, they would hear a series of miserable wails coming from afar, as if they were looking for their own home. This terrifying sound caused all the living creatures in the Great Liang city to not dare to do anything against the rules. Even the night dogs on the streets didn't dare to secretly bark for fear of alerting these terrifying ghosts and taking their lives.

At this time, Wei Guo's team was no exception. Waves of wailing came along with the wind. Although he was used to being glib with his words, when he heard these terrifying cries, he was still quite frightened. He woke up all the drinking and drinking at the library, so he put out the oil candle early and went straight into the bed, not daring to breathe loudly. From time to time, he could even hear some shivering sounds coming from the bed. As for Zhu Hai, Mao Yun, Xue Lun, and Qu Kun, they were still better off. After all, a dignified seven foot man like them was much more terrifying than the timid Thief Sheng. It was just that it would be better to avoid unnecessary trouble, so they all extinguished their candles and went to sleep.

Because Gongsheng Rong was used to living in a room where the sun was going down, she went to sleep early. Only Du Sanniang was used to working in the martial arts world, and thinking back to the time when they were selling wine at the Apricot Flower Inn, it was the perfect time for the guests to drink and guess what was going on. Naturally, he tidied up the clothes he carried around with him all by himself, and also made up the seams of the Feng Xing Robe, which he had accidentally cut so many times in the past, in case he needed them in the future.

With the dim light from the green bamboo lamp, Du Sanniang leaned close to the candle and carefully fiddled with her needlework. Although she was a travelling heroine, her handwork was not inferior to that of a lady.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind broke through the window, lifting the window latch. With a "Clang" sound, the wind blew past. The green bamboo lamp was already weak and weak, but it could not withstand the fierce wind and was instantly extinguished, leaving behind a trace of green smoke that drifted in the wind and soon disappeared.

Without the light of the bamboo lamp, the dim moonlight outside the window penetrated the paper and scattered all over the room.

Du Sanniang got up and went to the window ledge to bolt the window securely. She returned to her seat and was just about to take out her lamp and sew up her clothes again when she suddenly felt a cold breath rushing from behind her. She could not help but feel the chill on her neck and felt her hair stand on end.

After all, Sanniang had been in the martial arts world for many years. She did not need to turn around to know that this was not the feeling of the night breeze, but an extraordinary killing intent. She used only one move to retrieve her things and jumped onto the bed. Then, with a slight roll of her body, she quietly rolled under the bed and held her breath to listen to the sounds around her. Within this technique, she had already taken out her personal weapon ? the Revolving Cloud Hook.

Du Sanniang's method of waiting patiently was a method commonly used in the martial arts world. This method could be used to avoid the fatal blow by using the cover of the blanket, and could also be used to test the opponent.

However, other than a moment of silence, there was no other suspicious movement in the room.

The ghostly wails and wolf howls floating above Wei Daliang could be heard from afar, occasionally permeating this quiet room.

"Could it be that I'm being too paranoid?" Sanniang stayed in place for a while, but she did not hear any changes in the room. Immediately, such a question arose in her heart.

As Du Sanniang thought about it, she gently shifted her body. Only half of her eyes peeked out from under the bed to investigate. However, when she stuck out half of her head, she saw a ghost-like figure standing in front of the bed half a meter away from the bed curtain!

Even his face and limbs were completely pale white. Strangely, however, the figure did not fall to the ground and instead floated in the air, such a bizarre figure, if it were not a ghost, what kind of thing could it be?!

Although Du Sanniang had been in the martial arts world for many years, it was the first time she had seen such a terrifying figure. She could not help but feel her heart skip a beat, and with the turn of the hook in her hand, she cut straight through the curtain in front of the bed, leaving a transparent hole in the ghostly figure behind the curtain!

Du Sanniang had never believed in ghosts and gods. Therefore, even if she saw such a strange figure, she would not believe that it was a ghost. She wanted to see where that mysterious figure had come from. However, to her surprise, this figure didn't dodge at all, leaving a deep cut in her path as she hacked him in half!

Although his body had been cut in half, the strange thing was that not a single drop of blood came out.

Was this really the figure of a vengeful spirit?

Du Sanniang's heart tightened and she did not know how to react. But at this moment, the two halves of the figure spread out and gradually became blurry. The depth of the figure also gradually decreased, revealing the beams behind him.

Phantom Shadow!

These three words flashed in Du Sanniang's mind. She had never seen anyone who had these three words before, she had only heard them spoken before.

Legend has it that after seeing this ghostly figure, the King of Hell revealed his real body, which meant that your death was imminent.

Sure enough, as the phantom gradually disappeared, Du Sanniang felt an aura close to her face. This aura was not from the aura revealed by the ghosts, but it was as cold as the cold air emitted by the Moon Icicle.

After discovering this aura, it could be said that even if she didn't die, she would only have half her life remaining. However, Du Sanniang still wanted to resist a little because she was an unyielding martial artist. A female hero was born with a bit of tenacity. This tenacity often told them that death was not scary at all. What was scary was dying in a muddle.

Du Sanniang immediately got out from under the bed and used both hands to move the Cloud-Revolving Hook on her fingertips. Two bright lights flashed and the afterimages of the two hooks were still there. However, the hook blade had already brushed past Sanniang's back, slashing towards that ice-cold atmosphere.

"Gedeng", the sound was extremely muffled. It was the sound of the blade stabbing into something wooden. It was obvious that the hooks had missed their target, and had only caught the foot of the bed. Sanniang pulled on the middle finger of her right hand with her inner strength, anxious to pull out the Revolving Cloud Hook that had already been nailed in place. But not only was she unable to pull out the Revolving Cloud Hook that had already been nailed in place, a pair of hawk-like claws had already gripped her carotid artery at the neck.

Du Sanniang was already a beast in the warehouse, a caged bird that could become a soul under the other party's claws at any time.

"Who the hell are you?" Du Sanniang knew that she could not turn back the tide, but she was unwilling to die in such a manner. She did not know the reason why, so she sent out her last question.

The silhouette behind him only let out a vicious breath, and said with a resolute voice: "You are a vengeful spirit, a person who has come to seek your life."

When Du Sanniang heard this, she couldn't help but be startled. There were too many people who had suddenly flashed through her mind because of this sentence. Some of them had even long since forgotten their true appearances. Back when she was at the Apricot Flower Inn, she had often assassinated the unrighteous merchants and evil people of the martial arts world who were temporarily staying in the inns. Now that the person seeking revenge had come, it was time to repay him with his life.

"Are you sure you don't want San Niang to die?" Even though Du Sanniang had calmly gone to her death, she did not forget to ask this last question. Because dying without a clear reason was a humiliation to the martial arts world.

"Whatever. As a female, I do not wish to take advantage of you. Since I am a person who is going to die, there is no harm in telling you." The figure still let out a sigh of relief and said, "The original body is ?"

"Sanniang." The figure had originally wanted to use just a few words to satisfy Du Sanniang's last wish, but when he said the third word, he clearly discovered that other than the hoarse voice of the three words, there was another voice interrupted. That voice was clear and clean, like a gentle wind chime as it continued to probe, asking, "Sanniang, are you asleep?"

"I'm still awake. Is something the matter? Miss Rong. " Du Sanniang immediately answered the question from the person outside the door. She could tell from the voice that she was Gongsheng Rong. She quickly answered on purpose, because she had found a way out of this sudden male loser Rong. She was betting, making the final bet that there was almost no chance of winning.

The ghostly figure's words suddenly interrupted the situation that he had planned out. Du Sanniang's reply made him feel stuck in a dilemma, so he hesitated in his heart. Of course, with the current situation, he could choose to kill Du Sanniang, but at the cost of exposing his identity. At this moment, he felt that it wasn't worth it to reveal the identity he had concealed for so many years on this woman, so he hesitated.

However, he quickly made his choice, because for someone like him, who needed to make a decision when dealing with matters, hesitating was a taboo.

"Creak ?" This was the sound of someone pushing open the door and entering the room. However, the person who entered the room might not have noticed the sound of the door breaking out. Because the sound of the door opening overshadowed the slight sound of the window opening, she did not notice.

"Third Madam, when I saw that the candles and lamps in your room were extinguished, I thought you had fallen asleep." As soon as Gong Zhuang Rong entered, under the dim moonlight, she saw a figure standing inside the house. She knew it was Du Sanniang, but she did not understand why Du Sanniang was standing there without moving an inch. She then asked, "Sanniang, what are you doing?"

Du Sanniang didn't hurry to answer Gong Zhuang's question. She only turned her head to look at the coffin that was still swaying in the wind as she smiled indifferently, "Hehe, if it wasn't for Miss Rong's sudden question, you probably wouldn't be able to see Du Sanniang again after tonight."

"Third Madam, what do you mean?"

Actually, it was only a matter of sleep tonight. Initially, she wanted to have a chat with Du Sanniang, but she suddenly stopped. Sometimes, she didn't understand what was going on, so she immediately asked in surprise.

Du Sanniang unhurriedly picked up the fire piston from the ground and walked in front of the green bamboo lamp to hold the flame again. She waved her hand to indicate for Gong Zhuang Rong to sit down before telling her everything that had just happened.

When Gong Zhuorong heard this, she felt a burst of sweat seeping out from her back, even soaking her entire body.

Wei Daliang was indeed a bustling and secluded place. If it was so unsettling on their first night, then what strange things would happen in the future, they were even more clueless.