beg for chivalry

Yu Yi didn't lift the curtain, and jumped out of the car.There is no light between the sky and the earth, the sky and the wilderness dimly blend and meet in the blackness, and the verdant tree shadows stand quietly like dry and forked pens.Moisture surged, and the soil on the soles of the feet was moist and warm, exuding a strong earthy smell.

An assassin was sitting on the rear panel, holding a pistol in his arms, watching him quietly from the shadows.Yu Yi didn't recognize him, and when the assassins in Houtianlou were besieging the inn where the Tianshanmen disciples were staying, he lit the firecracker and pierced Yu Zhixu's body with an iron bullet, and then even beat Zhi Xu severely Several iron bullets.During this period of time, he has become very familiar with the group of assassins, and I heard that this person is called Huo Qi, who is the head of the fire department, but he is dumb, with half of his tongue broken.

Yu Yi didn't turn his head, just happened to meet the angry eyes that blinked seven times.He hated and feared this man in his heart, what he hated was the fact that this man had injured Yu Zhixu severely, but he was also afraid of his perfect shooting technique.Immediately, sweating in the palm of his hand, he nodded with a sneer, as a greeting.

The dumb assassin suddenly lowered his head, opened the ink cartridge and dipped it in ink to write on the hemp paper, then unfolded it for Yu Yiwei to see.His handwriting twisted and twisted, like long worms wriggling and trembling in the faint light of the iron lantern:

"Is the talk over?"

Yu Yiwei nodded awkwardly.Rather than saying "the talk is over", it would be better to say that he and Yu Bingzi have nothing to say.

Huo Qi took out a piece of hemp paper, on which was written askew: "Come here."

These two words are enough to make people frightened.In fact, Yu Yiwei's heart skipped a few times.He hesitated and took a step, and sat down beside the dumb assassin.Huo Qi was sitting on the back of the car and it was warm, but his heart was as cold as the cold wind.

The assassin remained silent, and did not pick up a pen to write, and Yu Yiwei did not dare to speak.So the two sat in the silence of heaven and earth, staring at the low field together.A pumpkin field can be vaguely seen in front of the eyes, and there are a few huts between the round green leaves and the twisted vine claws, standing alone in the darkness, like the slight snoring of farmers.A few cold stars flickered in the black sky, like small holes pierced by needlepoints in the pitch-black tarpaulin.

Huo Qi finally wrote slowly: "It's better to have less dealings with her."

Yu Yiwei knew instantly that "she" was referring to Yu Bingzi.He hesitated and asked, "Why?"

The pen was slowly writing words on the paper.Huo Qi unfolded the paper under the light, "She and us have different paths. We are ghosts, and she is the Mu family."

Yu Yiwei had also heard the word "ghost" before.He has always felt that this is the world's judgment and bad name for the Houtianlou Assassins, and the Assassins often cover their faces with copper masks engraved with strange evil spirits from Shi's family, which is why they got their name.What is puzzling is that even the assassins easily accepted this derogatory title, and even felt that they were inferior.

After a long time, Yu Yiwei asked cautiously, "Is there any difference between a human and a ghost?"

Huo Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at him, seeing Yu Yiwei bewildered and panicked.After a moment of contemplation, the dumb assassin wrote: "Nature is different. People are determined by the destiny; ghosts are abandoned by the eternal world."

These words made Yu Yi feel as if he was in a fog.When he was strolling in Huajie, he had heard a few flashbacks from Mr. Dashu, and he knew that Houtianlou was led by a woman named Zuo Buzheng.Originally, this Houtianlou was built by a disaster, and a group of Yi people who did not know who set it up. That Zuo Feizheng did not know where his teacher came from, but he learned a peerless kung fu, and instantly controlled Houtianlou with vigorous means. .

There are rumors that the top assassins in Houtian Tower are the former scouts of Yingzong's secret guards, but now they have turned into bandits, specializing in burning, killing and looting.The whereabouts of the Houtianlou assassins are uncertain, but their traces seem to have spread all over the world. Sometimes they suddenly arrive like a flock of crows, and after killing a sect, they disperse like phantoms.

Yu Yiwei was immersed in thinking about Huo Qi's words, but at this moment he heard a voice behind him, dark and cold, as if mocking. "You don't even know your own duty, so you deserve to stay in Houtianlou?"

A figure flashed out from the darkness, it was Shui Jiujiu, looking at him suspiciously through the copper face.This person once pierced his palm with a sword when he was secretly hiding under the car, Yu Yiwei trembled all over, and felt a tingling tingle from the knife edge in his hand.

Huo Qi shook his head, speaking for him in a rare way: "He's new here, so it's okay to say something."

Shui Nineteen sneered: "Your fire department will protect your weaknesses, look at him so clumsy, he even dealt with a disciple of Erzhu from Tianshanmen a few days ago, half of his face would be blasted off by the fire gun, and his life would be wasted quickly. "

Yu Yiwei thought to himself, it turned out that the assassin named Huo Shiqi was not only beaten half of his face by him and Yu Jichou, but also pierced through his heart by a sword.

So he picked up Huo Qi's words with a sneer and said, "Hey, I'm just a fledgling and fledgling, so please take care of me if I have anything to do."

Shui Shijiu said coldly: "I heard that you have always been withdrawn and do not talk to others. How did you learn to be so glib now?"

Yu Yiwei's eyes dodged, but fortunately there was a copper mask to cover it: "...the brothers in the ministry taught me a lesson, can't it be good if I wake up?"

He couldn't help being dumbfounded, no wonder no assassin was willing to talk to him these days, even if he said a few words, he would force some tricky tasks to him afterwards.It turned out that Huo Shiqi was a different kind in Houtianlou.

Shui Nineteen snorted, passed by him, and disappeared into the darkness without a sound.Yu Yiwei sat blankly for a long time before his beating heart settled down.

Every day he spent in Houtianlou, he seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, fearing that the narrow road like a spider's silk would suddenly break.

After sitting idle for a while, Yu Yiwei felt a little relieved.He saw that Huo Qi beside him was kind and easy to talk, so he said, "Brother Huo Qi, do you think I offended that one just now?"

Huo Qi shook his head: "You just came out of Shizha, and you can follow Jin Yi to do things. He is unwilling."

Yu Yi had never heard of the name Shizhadi. These days he sometimes eavesdropped on the gossip of the assassins, but he only knew that Shizhadi was a killing field for the Houtianlou assassins, hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests.Surrounded by stone walls more than two feet high, the walls are covered with iron spikes, making it impossible to perform light kung fu.It is rumored that one needs to kill enough people in the stone fence and pile the corpses together before one can step on the corpses and jump over the wall.You can only be called the Houtianlou Assassin if you walk around the Shizhadi once.

Dare to feel that Huo Shiqi is not a veteran, so he told himself and Yu Jichou to take advantage of the opportunity and kill him with a sword.Yu Yiwei sighed inwardly.He is here now, it can be said that a sheep enters a tiger's mouth, a mud boat crosses a river, and if he does not keep Qi Ming'er, his soul will return to the west.

"You are new to the Fire Department, you can ask me anything." Huo Qi wrote kindly.

Yu Yiwei turned his head around vigorously, and decided to take a risk and ask a question that he had been curious about for a long time, but which might lose his head.As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was shaking like chaff, and his whole body was sweating profusely.

"Zuobuzheng... What do you think of Zuozhuzhu?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but there was really no one to ask.If it wasn't for seeing Huo Qi being close and peaceful, he would never have dared to ask such a question.

Why that woman like a yaksha can stand at the head of the group of ghosts is a matter of confusion to the world.Yu Yiwei only knew that in the eyes of the storyteller, she was cruel, heartless and heartless.

The night wind howled in the mountains, like a gloomy sea tide, beating against the feverish body.Huo Qi was silent for a long time, rustling on the hemp paper for a long time, as if every stroke was carefully crafted.

"...The 'sky' of Houtianlou is Zuozhuzhu. We are willing to behead Zuozhuzhu."

Yu Yiwei was speechless for a moment.He clearly saw that Huo Qi's eyes were blazing but clear, like scattered but clear starlight.Would someone really enshrine a woman with a cruel heart like a god?But in these days in Houtianlou, he really thought so.Every assassin is willing to kneel at Zuo Buzheng's feet.

"Why?" He blurted out, but it was too late to stop.

Huo Qi was not suspicious, perhaps because he recognized Yu Yiwei as a newcomer, he wrote slowly: "If we hadn't entered Houtianlou, we would have died more miserable than we are now. Now There are floods everywhere, famine, earthquakes, and water holes are everywhere, but now we have enough food and clothing, and we can't eat enough, all rely on the left master."

"When recording the book for the first time, the master on the left asked everyone to take a lottery from the lottery container on the Taoist altar, so as to determine good fortune and good fortune. She remembered the life and death of everyone such as us. , she will find an easy death reward, as long as she drinks the poison, she can go to the underworld, so as to save us from suffering in the future. We should be wild ghosts with no names, but we still have to She appreciates it and is truly grateful.”

Huo Qi wrote a lot of words in one breath, Yu Yiwei watched silently, only shocked.

Yu Yiwei asked tremblingly: "Could it be a coincidence? How can we tell whether what she said is true or not?"

Huo Qi wrote: "Anyone who has received a lottery, if there is no assignment from Zuozhuzhu, the death method will be exactly as stated in the lottery."

Hearing these words, Yu Yiwei was confused, but according to Huo Qi's words, isn't Zuo Buzheng just like a god?Even divination can't tell the destiny, but she can really go against the sky.

They talked intermittently for a while.A more valuable assassin was replaced, and the person who came bowed down to add oil to the lamp panel, and then sat quietly under the tree, his figure stretched out by the lamplight.The sky is still dark, like thick ink that cannot be melted away, and the lone star flutters and twinkles in the dark sea.

Huo Qi got tired of writing, rolled the hemp paper into a roll, opened the lampshade and lit it in the fire.The ashes fluttered like falling dead leaves, falling gently into the soil.

Yu Yiwei stood up and walked slowly towards the mountain post.He blew on the fire pocket that he was carrying, and Huo Qi told him that there might be a dilapidated ancestral hall here, where the assassins once inhabited, and after painting the earth wall, he might be able to find the answer he wanted.

Up to now, it seems that he has not only hated Hou Tianlou in his heart, but also has an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.These evil ghosts were once refugees who suffered a lot, but they were willing to abandon their hearts and worship under Zuo Buzheng, turning them into sharp knives that kill people like weeds.

There is really an ancestral hall at the end of the mountain trail, which is dark and gloomy, and is full of insects and insects.Yu Yiwei stepped on the knee-high weeds to step up the stone steps. There seemed to be some large characters engraved on the doorpost, so he leaned over to look.Under the light of the fire, I saw the engravings on the left and right stone pillars:

"The omens are good, and the road ahead is bad."

The dark wind seemed to surge up in the four fields, and rushed towards him in bursts.Yu Yi shrank his neck and tiptoed towards the door.The musty smell in the hall is strong, and when you look up, you can see a dazzling lion-haired yaksha painted on the earth wall, blue body with red hair, two sharp horns protruding like goat horns, and triangular narrow eyes under the bald forehead. Blooming fierce light.

The painting on the wall seems to be the Eight Great Unhappy Prisons, with rivers of blood flowing, iron claws criss-crossing, rocky mountains and treacherous mountains, and the maroon purple that stretches to the sky spreads out a chilling scene.Yu Yi hadn't been able to see it, and was panicked and uneasy, but suddenly saw four characters written on the top of the ceiling: "There is no blue sky above".The foot sprained again, as if stepping into a small moss-covered ditch. The bottom of the straight ditch was engraved: "Below is the Yellow Spring".

Yu Yiwei stumbled into the depths of the ancestral hall as if she had lost her soul.The howling wind gradually turned into hazy and fine raindrops, and then poured down.The rainwater hangs on the corner of the eaves, like a string of continuous clam beads.

In front of the altar was a stick, and the wooden sticks were scattered.Yu Yi didn't squat down and picked up the wooden sticks, put them into the cylinder and shook them.Three times it was "fierce", which frightened him, but the signatures have been lost, and there is no way to see how he died. The last time was "Xiaoji".

There are several incense burners on the table, behind it is a wooden lattice like vines, dragons and phoenixes are intertwined and converge on the top of the flowers, and a five-foot-high clay statue stands on the earth wall.Yu Yi didn't climb up the earthen steps, the face of the statue was covered with dust, he didn't see who it was, so he wiped it with his sleeve, and a few small flat spiders scattered and fled.

The face of the statue was wiped clean, but it looked very different from other clay sculptures.With flying and handsome eyebrows, holding a court wat in one hand, and a golden cup in the other, the white robe of the auspicious cloud crane looks like a god worshiped by people.

Yu Yiwei still didn't know who this person was, so he picked up the memorial plaque at his feet and looked at it: "Born on the 22nd day of the Jianchou month in the Renwu year, and died on the [-]nd day of the Jianwu month in the Renyin year."

Strange to say, this year is the year of Renyin, and it also coincides with the noon month.The offering card feels quite new, it seems that it has only been here not long ago.This man is also really regretful that he only lived to be 20 years old, but he made a statue like a fairy.Yu Yi didn't look any further, only to see that there was a line of gold characters below: "Let's examine the lotus seat of the West of the Lord of Yiqing Mansion, which is taboo by Wen Gong."

The sound of the rain is sparse, like the faint but constant beat of a drum.The Houtianlou Assassins once renovated this ancestral hall and put statues of respected people here.Yu Yiwei stood dazedly for a long time holding the fire folder, and only then could he discern the gold characters on the tablet:

Yiqing.

This person's name is... Wen Yiqing.