Jianghuke

Cen Xi was squatting at the corner of the street at the moment, staring blankly at the house diagonally opposite.

Just a few days ago, before he could figure out what happened, he was "politely" sent out of Lingde Lake by Feihua Pavilion.I am helping to take care of others and also acting. When I have nothing to do, I just stay in the house and look through the manuscripts and books of Chi Heting. I want to be as safe as possible.

Cen Xi is not stupid, he sensed the undercurrents in Feihua Pavilion, and then thought of the old things he heard before, and the ban on Jiang Wuzhou not long ago, he easily came to the conclusion: Jiang Wuzhou fell into No small trouble.

After thinking about it, he felt that Chi Heting had to know about it, so he picked up a pen and recorded the recent twists and turns in detail.

The last place agreed upon at the beginning to pass the letter was the contact point of Feihua Pavilion near Queyue Mountain.Since Zong Qinghuan wanted to be unfavorable to Jiang Wuzhou, there was absolutely no way that this letter would be safely delivered to Chi Heting.

Cen Xi bit his pen, thought for a moment, took the letter and went to Tianshui Town not far from Lingde Lake, found an unremarkable small escort agency, entrusted them to send the letter to Que Yueshan, and paid a large sum of money. To ask them to squat near the contact point of Feihua Pavilion, they must hand over the letter to Chi Heting.

After doing this, he felt a little more at ease in his heart, and began to wander around Tianshui Town, wandering around.

It is said that there is a ghost house in the north of Tianshui Town. I don’t know which rich man bought this beautiful house with carved beams and painted buildings. It has been vacant and unattended, as if it was forgotten, and it was gradually dilapidated and desolate.

It was clearly an unoccupied house, but in the middle of the night, one or two lights would occasionally be lit, and faint weeping or screams could be heard, which made people panic.

As soon as he heard that there was such a scary place in the town, Cen Xi immediately became interested, geared up, and went to the north of the town alone to find this haunted house. Look at this "ghost" pretending to be a ghost.

Unexpectedly, the ghost didn't see him, but he saw the sneaky Fang Huaiyuan nearby.

I saw the back door of the house opened quietly, and after Fang Huaiyuan was welcomed in, it was closed tightly again.Cen Xi squatted in the corner for a long time, but before this guy left, he suddenly became puzzled.

Fang Huaiyuan has been away from Lingde Lake for a while, not to mention the fact that he did not return to the Baiyun Sect, and even appeared in a haunted house in Tianshui Town that no one dared to approach. After entering, he remained silent and refused to come out for a long time. .

He poked his head out from the corner of the street, and seeing no one around, he quietly approached the inconspicuous little door, put his ear to it, and listened for a while, but he didn't hear anything.

The breeze blows, the clouds disperse and gather again, the sunlight leaking through the gaps flashes by, and a gleam of light flashes in the grass at the root of the wall.

Cen Xi squinted his eyes and looked around, but couldn't see what it was, so he moved over and pulled it twice, and found half of the glazed lotus pendant from under the wall. The carving was exquisite, and even the patterns on the lotus petals were carefully carved. come out.

However, the pendant looks quite familiar, it seems that there is another flower, which is the appearance of twining lotus, not a single flower.

"Is this... Mr. Jiang's glass pendant???"

I remember that I was curious about the origin of the glazed lotus pendant at the beginning, Jiang Wuzhou smiled, only said that it was given by someone else, not who it was, and took off the slightly faded tassels and replaced them, it is very precious He hung the pendant back around his waist.

How could this thing fall here for no reason?

Cen Xi stared at the half pendant in his hand, feeling very bad.

What's in the haunted house! ?

Fang Huaiyuan entered a side room with ease, closed the door tightly, bypassed a pile of dusty and messy things, went down the stairs, and quickly disappeared into the pile of debris.

Under the house, there is actually a small dungeon hidden.

The candlelight was faint, and the shadows cast on the stone wall followed the footsteps, passing by rows of blood-stained instruments of torture.

On the cold stone floor, the dusty white figure heard the sound, moved a little, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Young Master Jiang, don't come here without any harm." Fang Huaiyuan opened the cell door, knelt down, roughly pulled up the curly black hair on the ground, forced him to look up, and said with a smile, "I got it from Lingde Lake. A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Jiang Wuzhou looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Fang Huaiyuan felt slightly annoyed, as if being underestimated by the person in front of him, he suppressed his smile and said, "It seems that Mr. Jiang doesn't want to hear any good news. Do you think that Zun Qinghuan will come to rescue you? Daydreaming!"

"Why did you take me away?"

"Not long ago, the Lord Pavilion Master humiliated me in public. Why do you say? The more chaotic Feihua Pavilion is, the happier I am naturally."

"Feihua Pavilion?" Jiang Wuzhou was startled, and finally had some reaction, "What happened to Feihua Pavilion?"

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Fang Huaiyuan was eager to tell him the news he had heard in the past two days, and added embellishment: "Baiyi Wuface betrayed the Feihua Pavilion, our Lord of the Shang Pavilion was furious, and was so angry that the old injury recurred that he had to close the door to rest, so he went back to sleep again. Ask the Baiyun Sect to help us arrest the traitors. The whole Lingde Lake is in chaos, even worse than the day of the Dust Cleaning Banquet, it’s really lively!"

"Traitor?" Jiang Wuzhou seemed to be stung by this word, and with some strength, he broke free from his hand, stumbled to his feet, looked at the faint light at the end of the corridor, and murmured, " How long have I been unconscious?"

Fang Huaiyuan was pushed unexpectedly and fell to the ground, feeling that he had lost face, and became angry from embarrassment: "You, you..."

Seeing that he looked a little more embarrassed than himself at this time, Jiang Wuzhou shook his head, and said slightly sarcastically: "Fang Huaiyuan, if you don't have the support of the Baiyun faction behind you, you are just an ordinary dude. You still feel that Qing Huan Not polite enough for you?"

"Fart! Wait a minute, who are you talking about??" Fang Huaiyuan's pupils shrank slightly, he got up straight, his eyes gradually became fierce, "What are you calling me!?"

"Could it be that you think you've hidden it well?" Jiang Wuzhou thought a lot, and took the opportunity to test out, "There should be more than the Baiyun faction behind you. As far as I know, you also have a close relationship with Xuanzong's suzerain Fang Hongxuan, and with The involvement of the dark hall is unclear, its origin is unknown, and I don’t know whether the head of Yao knows that his family has taken in a dog from another family.”

Fang Huaiyuan was startled and angry, and panicked when his identity that had been worked hard for many years was revealed. Fang Huaiyuan immediately pulled out the soft whip on his waist, and swung it down with a "crack", causing his flesh to be ripped apart.

After several days of starvation, Jiang Wuzhou was already a little weak, so after a few strokes, he rolled over to the ground, unable to move.

The more Fang Huaiyuan thought about it, the more frustrated he became, the whip in his hand danced like a whistling wind, accompanied by loud shouts and curses echoing in the stone room, it was unbearable to hear: "...It's just a bastard of unknown origin, who was raised by the old pavilion master for several years You don’t know who you are anymore, do you really think you are the Young Pavilion Master? You wear someone else’s skin and use someone else’s face every day, after all, you also know that you are a lowly thing that can’t stand on the stage!”

The chains clashed and jingled, and the blood stained the white clothes, staining them bright red.Jiang Wuzhou curled up on the ground motionless, as if in a coma, without making a sound.

Fang Huaiyuan beat and scolded for a long time, his hands were sore, he threw away the whip, kicked him over, and said: "What are you pretending to do!"

Jiang Wuzhou was kicked, but still didn't respond, his face was flushed abnormally, one hand was tightly clutching the front of his chest, his breathing was quick but weak, like a fish bouncing on the shore and struggling to die.

Only then did Fang Huaiyuan remember, counting the time, it has been three days since the last time he fed the pill.

He suddenly stopped being annoyed, and slowly took out a strange-looking porcelain bottle from his sleeve, shook it so that the pills inside made a rustling sound, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, I advise you not to toast and not eat." Fine wine. If you are willing to do something for me, I will offer this bottle of antidote with both hands. How about it?"

"……It's you?"

Bottles with such lines are not common, at least in Jiang Wuzhou's view, it is absolutely impossible to forget - it is exactly the same as the medicine that Zhong Qinghuan "kindly" gave him many years ago.

Fang Huaiyuan approached and said, "What did you say?"

"You... gave it to him? Instigated him..."

"What are you talking about? Zong Qinghuan himself asked Master Yao. He has hurt you so much, and you still want to excuse him? That is really affectionate, and it makes those who see it sad, and those who hear it cry." Fang Huaiyuan shook his head, pretending to regret, "Just two days ago, Zong Qinghuan personally issued an order to arrest the traitors, and if they resist, they will be executed on the spot. Tsk tsk tsk..."

The pain caused by the suffocation became more and more severe, Jiang Wuzhou could hardly hear what he was saying, scratched bloodstains on his neck, couldn't get rid of it, and went to dig the cracks in the stones on the ground, blood flowed from his fingertips.

Fang Huaiyuan asked, "How are you thinking?"

Jiang Wuzhou opened his mouth and uttered a weak syllable.

Fang Huaiyuan was overjoyed, and quickly moved closer, but it wasn't enough, so he moved closer, and finally heard what he was saying.

He said: "... Get out."

The author says:

The good things in the world are not strong, and the colored clouds are easy to scatter and the glaze is brittle.

Someone Fang came out to be a demon again!At the critical moment, we still have to rely on the witty Doctor Cen