subordinates dare not

Two quarters of an hour ago, in the guest room where the Chiyan Gang was resting.

I saw that all the red-clothed knights sealed their throats with a sword, some even stared with eyes wide open, and some opened their lips slightly, as if they wanted to say something before swallowing their last breath, there are nine in total. Some of the corpses had been stabbed into the throat with a sword, and some had their necks cut off. The blood vessels were exposed, and the rotting flesh exuded a strong and pungent bloody smell.

The bloodstains on the blue-gray floor tiles were still wet, and the blood seeped into the white seams between the bricks, and was stained red and black. The candles beside it had already been extinguished, and the candle tears flowed all over the copper plate.

Even Huo Yi, who is a shadow guard, rarely sees such vicious methods.

Many knight-errants had already gathered beside the corpse. Some of them had a little understanding of forensic autopsy skills and swallowed it for a closer look, while some chivalrous Jianghu people chased after it with their swords drawn.

Huo Yi belongs to the latter.

He was worried that Meng Fuyuan would be in danger.

With the soles of his feet on the ground, he climbed up the blue tiles of the rafters with his strength, and finally stepped onto the ridge of the overhanging mountain roof. Huo Yi stood at the highest point and could see farther away. ran towards the roof of the guest room.

Huo Yi's eyesight is not bad, there are three or four killers walking together as far as he can see, the black cloak undulates up and down behind his back, the speed is not fast, but with the help of the color of the clothes, he almost blends into the night.

The guest rooms of Beiqizong were designed like residential streets and alleys, and Huo Yi didn't know which alley the assassin would flee to.

The cold moonlight shone on Huo Yi's body, as if a layer of cold frost had condensed. Huo Yi didn't dare to relax a bit, and saw that the killer group composed of three or four people fell apart, and there was actually one person heading towards Meng Fuyuan's direction .

If they just hide in a guest room where Meng Fuyuan is in order to temporarily escape the pursuit, the consequences will be disastrous.

Huo Yi concentrated, focused on two tasks, kept his balance, and kept his figure steady while keeping an eye on the whereabouts of the killer. After a while, Huo Yi jumped down from the eaves and landed steadily without stirring up any dust.

He arrived at the door of Meng Fuyuan's room before the killer.

Sticking his body against the wall and holding his breath, Huo Yi watched the killer enter the alley, getting closer and closer to his hiding place.

The killer looked left and right, stretched out his hand and pushed open a door, jumped in and quickly closed the door—even to his own room.

Huo Yi and Meng Fuyuan live in the same alley.

Although the injuries on his body haven't healed yet, Huo Yi has been raised for more than half a month in the Zhulin Xiaozhuli and the guest room of the Kaiyang School combined, and he has the special medicine made by Wuwei Villa, and he has already recovered a lot. Moreover, Huo saw the figure of the killer running away, he was a bit bulky, he didn't seem like someone with profound martial arts attainments, and he might not even be able to beat himself.

Huo Yi already had a sense of proportion in his heart. Although it was difficult to capture the killer alive by himself, it was nonsense to be captured alive by the killer or beaten so weakly that he could not fight back.

Thinking of this, Huo Yi pushed open the door and entered, at the same time he untied the long knife hanging from his waist and held it in his hand.

In order not to make Meng Fuyuan suspect, Huo Yi did not dare to use hard swords, and all he carried were soft swords or knives.

Huo Yi seized the opportunity when the killer was in a daze, and slashed straight at the black-clothed killer's neck. The black-clothed killer dodged sideways and used the sword in his hand to block Huo Yi's knife. On the killer arm--

It turned out to be a hard touch!

what happened?

Huo Yi was shocked for a moment, it was very different from the feeling of being cut on the flesh by a knife.

The only two red candles in the room that were used to illuminate the table burst into tears, and the flames shook violently, as if they were dying, perhaps because they were startled by the sharp wind brought out by the two knives.

The killer was not interested in fighting, and seemed to want to escape by jumping out of the window. Relying on his familiarity with the room, Huo Yi raised a stool with his right foot, kicked it forward, and the stool rose half a foot out of thin air, towards the window However, the killer had no choice but to jump to the side, the stool hit the wall with a loud noise, two legs of the stool broke, and a cloud of dust rose from the break.

On the right is a canopy bed, the space is narrow, and it is easy to be cornered. The killer will most likely step to the left. Huo Yi took the opportunity to pull out the soft sword wrapped around his waist, and stab the killer obliquely in the direction he imagined——

At this moment, the absurdity of Cai Cai was once again verified, and the soft sword seemed to have poked on the iron.

The killer wanted to escape from the threshold again, but Huo Yi realized in time that his left hand used a knife with his right hand to stop him.

Afterwards, Huo Yi kept his eyes on the windows and doors to prevent the killer from escaping, so that someone could hear the movement and help him catch the killer alive.

The killer also seemed to understand that if he didn't kill Huo Yi, he would be trapped in this room for a long time. Under Huo Yi's numerous obstacles, he turned out to be desperate and wanted to fight Huo Yi to the death. Straight to the past, the moves are a little jerky.

Huo pushed back while connecting, easily dispelling the power on the sword. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, this killer martial art seems to be inferior, and the Chiyan Gang is also well-known in the Jianghu. Assassinated all the people?

The two fought back and forth for several rounds. During this period, the killer slashed at the huanghuali suitcase next to the canopy bed and broke the lock. As a result, a crack was added to the box. The killer accidentally tripped over the box, and the box It was kicked over and the contents fell out.

Clothes, pieces of silver, and a blue booklet.

Just at the critical moment, Huo Yi didn't dare to be distracted, for fear that the killer would escape, and he had no time to care about the things that fell on the ground, which were not valuables anyway.

It's just that the blue booklet must be put away after the killer is dealt with. This thought flashed through Huo Yi's mind, and then disappeared without a trace, as if a wild goose had passed without a trace.

Huo Yi raised his sword and swept his legs, the killer jumped to the side, rolled on the ground, rolled towards the window and immediately got up, Huo Yi was standing by the threshold at this time, the killer repeated his old tricks when he saw this, and fled to the window again, Huo Yi left He raised his foot again to the stool and kicked towards the killer, but what Huo Yi didn't expect this time was that the killer forcibly endured the blow, and then jumped out of the window.

Huo Yixin skipped a beat, and went to the window to look, only to see disciples dressed in Tianquan sect's clothes waiting outside in the alley outside the window, surrounding the killers.

Huo Yi heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the killer must have lost his wings today, and was about to jump from the window when the door was kicked open suddenly.

After finally letting go of his heart, he raised his heart again, thinking that another killer had broken in, but when Huo turned his head, he saw Meng Fuyuan wearing a cloak, with a moon-white night pearl hanging from his waist, and Ming Er and Lu Jiu standing sideways on the left and right, both It is holding the hilt of the sword in the right hand, in a defensive posture.

Huo Yixin said, Ming Er and Lu Jiu probably heard the movement in his room and came to help. Sure enough, the next second only heard the other party say——

Lu Jiu: "Brother Yan, let me help you!"

Lu Jiu raised his sword, looked around but did not see the killer dressed in black, and asked strangely, "Where is the killer?"

"I have already jumped out of the window." Huo Yi replied.

Ming Er and Lu Jiu looked at each other, intending to go down to chase, and looked at Meng Fuyuan, only waiting for Meng Fuyuan to nod in agreement, the three of them chased together.

Just when Ming Er took half a step and Lu Jiu leaned forward, and the next moment might fly out like an arrow off the string, Meng Fuyuan suddenly raised his hand to ask them to wait.

Ming Er and Lu Jiu didn't understand what Meng Fuyuan meant.

Huo Yi didn't understand either.

The cold moonlight of the luminous pearl overwhelms the yellowish light of the two red candles, illuminating the whole room, the white seams of the blue bricks on the floor, the prints on the bed curtains, the scratches on the walls left by the bench. The scars were clearly visible. There were two stools kicked by Huo Yiyi lying on the ground, leaving a place of light yellow powder, a few pieces of silver, and some clothes, among them was a light blue shirt with large sleeves scattered on the ground. It was Huo Yiyi. Later, I saw the one Meng Fuyuan was wearing for the first time.

Meng Fuyuan walked forward slowly, Ming Er and Lu Jiu also followed in order to protect Meng Fuyuan, Meng Fuyuan took two steps, then stopped, and then slowly squatted down.

Huo Yi followed Meng Fuyuan's line of sight to look down, his heart suddenly jumped wildly, his mind was dazed and went blank.

suffered.

Because the killer split the lock and kicked the box down, the blue booklet that was locked in the suitcase fell out. When I opened a certain page, I saw that the page was full of words, and the handwriting was strong. Powerful, densely packed together, but more than a dozen columns of handwriting are repeating a sentence——

Huo Yong will obey Meng Fuyuan's orders in the future.

Meng Fuyuan stretched out his five fingers like soft onions dipped in snow, picked up the booklet, and looked at Huo Yi with a sharp gaze, like an ice cone formed by the melting snow in winter: "Yan Yuanbai, what is this?"