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Tu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.A chill rising from the heart.

The fire fell to the ground.That light was suddenly swallowed by darkness.

Chapter Eleven Photos

Zhao Huayan curled up on the wheelchair, slowly turning from unconsciousness to sobriety.

Everything he owns is like the tall and heavy furniture in the hall, the exterior is still finely carved, but the interior has long been decayed and empty.Including his wheelchair.The mechanism that was supposed to open up to cushion the impact when he fell also failed.And he didn't even know when it broke.

In addition, this means of transportation that he has used for many years still has a very good texture, and it has not fallen apart.His own situation was much worse. He speculated that he might have broken a few bones, or had poked into the internal organs, but for him who had been sick for many years, these injuries were like poking into the straw man's. Like a dagger, it's hard to get more responses.

no light.But he can tell from the trajectory of his breathing that he is in a very small room.This matched his vague memory, so his mood was very peaceful.He had always been more accustomed in the dark than in the daylight.He closed his eyes again to gather his strength, and slowly tried to turn the wheelchair.

With a creak, the door suddenly opened.Zhao Huayan subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands to avoid the light coming from the crack in the door, although it was only an extremely weak light, it took a little effort to recognize the person at the door.

people in wheelchairs.

How likely is it that a person can see a face that is exactly the same as himself, and the clothes are exactly the same, as if facing a mirror?

Is he still alive, or has he arrived in the underworld?

It's just that these two things are not very different to Zhao Huayan.Therefore, he only dilated his pupils for a moment, and quickly recovered his composure. He even greeted him very politely: "It turns out that the master is here."

Another Zhao Huayan had a coquettish smile on the corner of his mouth, causing the person opposite him to hook his mouth as if being controlled. "Didn't you think of it, little boy?"

Zhao Huayan said: "It's the juniors who are stupid. The juniors only know about the layout of the basement of our house, and no one will know about it. No wonder I seldom see you recently, sir."

The other Zhao Huayan said: "The study of organ darkrooms has been my hobby since I was a child, but few people know about it."

Zhao Huayan said: "Yes. Just now in the lobby, I saw that the six remnants were standing outside the area of ​​the trigger mechanism, and then I hurriedly acted. I was secretly happy that God blessed me, and I could save as many people from the Escort Bureau as possible. From this point of view, It all fell into your schemes. Since you are dressed like this, I think you must have gotten your wish."

The other Zhao Huayan smiled and said: "That's right. Shentu is extremely cautious, and it is very likely that he will hide the sword manual in a place that only he knows. This kind of fool who values ​​faith more than life will often burn everything. In order to make him let go of his vigilance, We have spent a lot of effort. I have checked the top and bottom of this place in detail. You can hardly move an inch in the hall. The position is far away from the others, and you are destined not to be in the same place. And this door, I've already locked it from the outside."

Zhao Huayan murmured: "Since it is locked, Mister, you shouldn't open it again."

His body was suddenly lowered, the wheelchair rushed forward, and immediately jumped up.

He has neither knife nor sword.He is holding a fan in his hand.

Zhao Huayan on the opposite side moved faster than him, and his figure was more graceful.There were only a few swishing sounds, and several rays of light embedded into the wall like shooting stars.There are also small flying knives between his fingers.

Two people who are exactly the same, in this small room that can hardly stand, it is like a person is fighting with his own shadow.

What Rowan saw was such a scene.

After a brief symphony of weapons, both of them rolled back into their wheelchairs, trying their best to control their disordered breathing.

They all suddenly turned to look at the swordsman who appeared at the door.They didn't know the man any more than the man knew either of them.

From the same mouth came out the same voice: "I am...!"

It stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation.Because one of them, Zhao Huayan, had been stabbed in the chest.

He is not really a disabled person, or even though he is a disabled person, he is more flexible and faster than normal people.But at this moment, he was lying on the wheelchair, like a paralyzed man who had no power to fight back and was stabbed to death with a knife.

Luo Wan said: "I know, you are one of the six disabled."

He turned around and looked at the Zhao Huayan who was still alive.

Zhao Huayan said: "I'm Zhao Huayan."

Luo Wan said: "I saw several Zhao Huayans today."

Zhao Huayan smiled wryly: "Then why do you think I'm real?"

Rowan looked at him strangely, as if he asked a question that shouldn't be asked.

"Because you are the only one who knows how to shoot a knife."

Then he suddenly asked: "How many people fell down?"

Zhao Huayan said: "Seven. There are still five who failed to come down."

Luo Wan said: "I walked all the way and found four people, all locked in the room, I let them stay where they are for now."

Zhao Huayan said: "I can open these doors."

Luo Wan asked, "Did you let me fall?"

Zhao Huayan said: "Yes."

He reached out and motioned to the wall behind him.But even if Luo Wan used the fire folder to take a picture, it was too gray and he couldn't see anything clearly. When he put his hand on it, it seemed to be uneven, but it was also very similar to the unevenness of the stone wall itself.

Zhao Huayan said: "Here you can control all the entrances to the secret passages in the hall. Liu Can already knows the terrain on the hall, so just in case, when fighting with you, I will avoid your steps. I am here to watch you at each entrance After stepping on it once, I took the opportunity to put you down."

Luo Wan said: "You don't know who I am yet."

Zhao Huayan said: "Anyone is welcome." But he quickly said: "Your accent, from Luoyang? Let me just guess. Luoyan Dao?"

Rowan said, "It's me."

Zhao Huayan smiled and said, "I really envy you." He covered his chest with one hand, pointed at the dead body, and he didn't know if he had given up on himself, but suddenly his words became easy and presumptuous. "You and I are considered to have a strong family background, but you are born in the blue, and you are worse than your father. Everyone in the world knows the name of Luoyan. However, the Zhao family is not as good as the next generation.... I was weak since I was a child. Yin and cold physique are mutually restrained, but because of my father's high expectations, I myself strive to be strong, so I forced myself to damage my meridians, and I have become a useless person since then. Miss Du's family is married to my fingertips, childhood sweetheart, Later, her father repented of the marriage, and there was nothing I could do. Now that the road to hell is near, I am alone. I really envy you, Luo Wan."

Rowan couldn't speak.

He has also experienced the taste of suffering like purgatory, and the despair of being cornered.

But in front of this empress of a famous family with nothing, he couldn't speak a single word.

Zhao Huayan continued: "Later, she married into a wealthy family in Nanjiang, and she stopped hearing from her. I am not obsessed, but I look like me, and it is impossible for me to marry another woman. After so many years, she was born by chance. I got the Beating Sword Jue, and I still want to give it back to me, maybe because I think I can still practice peerless martial arts, and there is still hope to revive the family business?... But what is the use of a Losing Sword Jue? I am grateful for this, and I can’t repay anything.”

Luo Wan said: "Your knife is very good."

Zhao Huayan said: "Thank you." He turned his head away, coughed, a drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, raised his sleeve to wipe it away, and said: "I will forcefully use force, and death will only happen in an instant. The Zhao family has no descendants. Let me send you the tactic. The tactic of defeating the sword claims to be able to defeat all the knives in the world. With the part of the sword that I have practiced, I think that the ancestors may not be talking big. There are five levels of mentality. With your current foundation, it is not bad. Up to the fourth floor. If I insist on performing supernormally, I don’t know the consequences, I just want to be conceited.”

Luo Wan said: "I don't accept it." This is also a cliché, but it is the only thing he can say at this moment.

Zhao Huayan said: "You can keep it in front of my eyes. After I die, burn it or throw it away, it's up to you." He added: "I also entrust you with the funeral of Chief Shen and the escorts."

Luo Wan said: "I will deal with the follow-up of Xinyuan Escort."

Zhao Huayan looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Where's your poison?"

Luo Wan said: "The Six Remnants must still be nearby. I still have time."

"Where are we going?"

Ying Tianchang asked.There are very few opportunities for him to speak along the way.Most of the time is spent in lethargy.

Zhou Lingzi had no interest in transporting him by cart, horse, or any other means of transportation.

Occasionally, when he wakes up in a car with wind leaking all around (this is an exaggeration, in fact, there is no need to deal with him at all), listening to the monotonous sound of wheels rolling over the road, he will think of the last embarrassing driving experience.

Pretending to be someone's family member and wearing a veil.Although it was an escape, the atmosphere was really not serious.At that time, he didn't even realize that Luo Wan hadn't shown his cards yet. He was his friend who wanted to show off to the whole world.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the current situation is just as frightening as recalling bitterness and thinking of sweetness.He can only think: If he can get rid of this trapped situation, even if he wears women's clothes for a month or a year.

It's also good to perform a big top in front of Yan Fengyue.It would be good to talk about three months of books for Tu Tingdao.

Because I knew it was impossible, I imagined these absurd and boring conditions to my heart's content.Even so, it still hurts to think of the price of "not eating chili for life".

Zhou Lingzi hardly talked to him, as if he was just a burden that had to be carried.After making fun of himself for a few times, Ying Tianchang is still very interested in making fun of himself.for example