There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

In the dream, Murong Xuefei seemed to really return to Tianshan with Yue Wuque.

It's a pity that he didn't see the beautiful scenery that the other party said, only the continuous snowfall in the sky.

He only felt that his body was very cold. He was obviously a person who had practiced martial arts, so how could he be so afraid of the cold?

Murong Xuefei couldn't help blaming himself in his heart, but Yue Wuque next to him was in high spirits, still pointing him to the scenery of Tianshan Mountain.

Suddenly, the somewhat familiar word "Pearl of the Mountain" flashed by his ears, and he turned his head to look, and he saw a clear lake above the snow-capped mountain, which did not freeze in such a cold weather, and seemed to still have a little heat Steaming up, like a dream, it really looks like a pearl embedded in the world of ice and snow.

In Murong Xuefei's mind, another word suddenly appeared - Tianchi.

He suddenly realized why he felt familiar. It was something he had read in a book just now, and he vaguely remembered that it was written like this: Pinghu comes out of the top of the mountain. Pearl, this Tianchi is a scene of the North Tianshan Mountains.

North Tianshan!

Murong Xuefei woke up suddenly, and the half-opened book immediately fell from her chest to the ground.

He was inexplicably terrified, fearing that he might make a mistake, he hurriedly picked up the book and flipped through it hastily.

He didn't sit down until he turned to that page and saw with his own eyes that the sentence written on it was exactly the same as in his memory.

The beautiful scenery of the Tianshan Mountains depicted by Yue Wuque is probably the Northern Tianshan Mountains, right?

If he really grew up in the Tianshan School, then he should be familiar with the scenery of the Southern Tianshan Mountain. After all, the Tianshan School's sphere of influence has never exceeded the Southern Tianshan Mountain.

As for Beitian Mountain, if he remembered correctly, it was the location of the Yuehengjiao General Altar 20 years ago.

Could this be a coincidence?

According to Murong Xuefei's heart, he certainly hoped nothing more than this.

But combined with the doubts shown by Yue Wuque before, reason has already told him the truth that he didn't want to believe.

Now, there is only a glimmer of hope left, which is still supporting Murong Xuefei.

Although there are many doubts about Yue Wuque, and although he may not really be a disciple of Tianshan, he is not necessarily related to the mysterious organization, let alone the terrible murderer, right?

After all, when Bai Xiaotian, head of Kunlun, was killed, he was still asleep.

Murong Xuefei's mood became a little more stable, but no matter what, he couldn't fall asleep again.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I felt that it was about four o'clock, so I simply stopped sleeping, got up and went to the yard, stretched my limbs a little, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were too quiet.

It was just an intuition, but it made the blood in Murong Xuefei's whole body seem to cool down a bit.

He suddenly remembered that ever since he was involved in the mysterious organization, it seemed that wherever he went, unpredictable killings followed one after another, as if the murderer was following them like a shadow.

Shaolin's Wu'an, Kunlun's Bai Xiaotian, they are all people who are closely related to the battle 20 years ago, so they were murdered.

Although they have returned to Gusu now, isn't Murong Xun a participant in that battle back then?

If the people from the mysterious organization were really lurking around them all the time, wouldn't it mean that Murong Xun was also in danger?

Murong Xuefei understood where his sudden heart palpitations just now came from. It was the panic and hidden worry hidden in his heart. After the sudden ferment of the dream just now, it gradually amplified in such a quiet night.

Without thinking, he plundered towards the courtyard where his father lived. Although this move seemed rather abrupt, since he had already returned to his own home, why should he worry about it?

But Murong Xuefei was really worried.

The first two times, he was one step too late, and he even missed the murderer.

Now in his own home, everyone is the person he cares about most, and he must not let the same thing happen in front of him again.

He just went to take a look. If his father was safe and sound, he would leave quietly. No one would know that he had suddenly wandered into his father's yard in the middle of the night as if he had lost his nerve.

Murong Xuefei thought in this way, and his feet also accelerated, like a gust of wind, it rolled straight to the gate of the courtyard where Murong Xun lived.

From the outside, it seemed as quiet as usual inside.

However, this tranquility suddenly caused Murong Xuefei to panic even more.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly remembered that his father had clearly said that he had sent an order to strengthen his guard, so why didn't he see half of the patrolling figure while he was running all the way?

Something must have happened!

Murong Xuefei strode into the courtyard, turned his gaze, and saw the person in charge of the guard collapsed in the corner.

His heart was about to jump out, he didn't even have time to check the guard's life and death, his body had already started to move spontaneously, and flew into his father's bedroom.

The room was pitch black, only the smell of burning candles could be smelled, and there was no smell of blood as Murong Xuefei imagined.

But his heart sank even deeper.

I just broke in like this, if my father is safe, how can I know nothing about it?

With trembling hands, he lit the fire pocket, only to find that the candles on the table had been burned out, no wonder the room was still filled with that smell.

There seemed to be a letter on the table, but Murong Xuefei didn't have time to read it carefully, and quickly moved the fire folder to the wooden bed in the inner room.

Murong Xun lay quietly on it, his face was very peaceful and peaceful, if not for his clothes, shoes and socks, and his body not covered with a brocade quilt, no matter who saw him, he would only think that He is still sleeping peacefully.

But Murong Xuefei's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and he stood there in a daze, hesitantly daring to take a step forward.

No, it shouldn't be like this...

After a long while, he walked forward with heavy steps, barely stretching out his hand to touch his father's nose.

The tentacles are cold, and there is no longer any warm breath.

Huoziezi suddenly rolled to the ground, and the room was once again plunged into endless darkness.

Murong Xuefei originally thought that he should feel angry, that he should rush out impatiently to wake everyone up, and that he should pursue the murderer with red eyes.

In reality, however, he did nothing.

The strength in his whole body seemed to have been exhausted, he knelt down beside the bed, tears streaming down in the darkness, wet the ground.

The murderer, indeed, followed them to Gusu, and even lurked into the Murong family.

If I could realize that my father was in danger earlier and get here quickly, would I be able to stop the other party's plan?

After the self-blame, there was a sudden rise of anger.

Before, he never understood why the obsession with revenge could make people in the mysterious organization do whatever they can.

But now, the same strong desire suddenly appeared in his heart.