Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

The shed here is very low and was originally used to block sunlight and store items.The ceiling is only a few inches away from Qianqing, but it is enough to make Qianqing frightened.

The distance between this scoundrel and Qianqing is only one foot.If some Qing made a little noise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn't know what to do.No matter what the identity of the person on the top of the shed is, the person who comes... must be not good.

Slight sweat in dry hands, fingertips turned white.He tightly held the left sleeve of Liuyun's shirt because there was a small and sharp dagger inside.This dagger was a gift from a friend, it cuts iron like mud, but I have never used it.This thing is one inch short and one inch dangerous. If anything happens, it is better to use it for self-defense than bare hands.

Qianqing does not practice martial arts, and is not good at close combat.Therefore, he must try his best to avoid direct conflicts to protect his own safety.Gan Qing secretly regretted, why did he like to meddle in other people's business, and he didn't live enough when he encountered such unlucky things.

There was a slight sound of footsteps.The person on the top seemed to feel something strange, so he didn't move.

That strangeness did not come from Qianqing, but from Xiangquan.Qianqing looked out, and there was a figure shaking in the shadow not far away.It must be Yi Xiangquan.I saw that Xiangquan was dressed in snow-white clothes, and in the dark night, it was as clear as ink stains against white paper, especially for a person with excellent eyesight like Qianqing.But when he saw Xiangquan, he immediately felt better, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

I saw Xiangquan standing under another dilapidated shed on the same side, with his usual expression.He was a few feet away from Qianqing, as if he had just turned back from the corner of the street, and walked softly along under the shed.

Xiang Quan didn't seem to be surprised to see Qian Qing at all, he was a little happy, and made a silent gesture to Qian Qing.Qianqing could only smile wryly, and waved awkwardly in response.I saw that the golden bell on Xiangquan's waist had already been taken off, the lantern was thrown somewhere, and there was nothing else in his hand except a strangely shaped metal fan.

Ganqing should feel at ease when she saw him, but now she is nervous again.At least he had a dagger to defend himself, but Xiang Quan was unarmed.

Fortunately, this is a blind spot, the sheds are all close together, and the people on the top cannot see what is happening below because of the locked perspective.Both Qianqing and Xiangquan froze, as if they were thinking about countermeasures.

Qianqing was at a loss, but Xiangquan looked indifferently.And looking at his posture, I know that he probably has an idea long ago.

At this time, the roof creaked again, and there were rustling sounds.It sounds like the rubbing of cloth.It's strange to raise your eyebrows dryly.

Xiang Quan's expression remained the same, he still didn't move, he just gently rolled up his white sleeves, and clenched the metal fan tightly with both hands.

The situation is very bad now.The people on the top of the shed are best captured alive; the worst is that each other has casualties.

Qian Qing resolutely decided not to move even if he was killed, but to save his life.

The two unexpectedly had a tacit understanding, and neither of them moved.There was another clicking sound on the ceiling, as if something was colliding.

what is this sound?

However, at this moment, something happened!

A group of white fluffy balls appeared within Qian Qing's field of vision, rolling towards them like snowballs.Gan Qing took a closer look, and was stunned for a moment—I saw Fuxue, with messy white hair, ran to the dark corner of the street, raised her little head, and a pair of yellow and blue eyes stared fiercely at the person on top .

Gan Qing cursed the "beast" in his heart, thinking it had an accident!Don't come early, don't come late, why come at this juncture!

Fortunately, the cat walked silently, and the person on top continued to move. The sound of "clicking" continued, and he didn't seem to notice Fuyuki's appearance.

Fubuki was all white, like snowflakes falling in the dark night.It is so eye-catching that the people on top don't see it.Qianqing concluded that this person had his back to Fuxue and his face to Xiangquan.And the position should be exactly on the top of the dry clear head.

This location really sucks.Gan Qing suddenly felt a headache, how could he catch someone in such a posture!

The clicking sound suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, Ganqing saw a hand protruding from the ceiling, and was frightened out of his wits.At this moment, the person on the top of the shed seemed to reach out his hand to touch the street lamp on the side of the road, but just touched it, the lamp shook for a while, and the road reflected was uncertain.

Qianqing looked at the hand seriously.The hands are slender and nimble, a little pale, not old, but there is no gender, but the nails are very clean.Just when Qianqing was stunned by this strange hand, Xiangquan glanced at Fuxue lightly, and suddenly pulled out a golden bell from his arms with one hand. Before Qianqing could react, the bell shook desperately.

In an instant, the bell jingled loudly.Ganqing was so frightened, he looked at the ceiling and then at the Xiangquan, which song was he singing?

In an instant, Fuxue let out a shrill cry!

The shrill voice cut through the night sky, mixed with the fear brought by the dark night, hitting the dry eardrums directly.Qian Qing was sweating profusely, what's going on?He was not prepared at all!

I saw Xiangquan suddenly moved, and the white shadow, like a ghost, flashed, jumped out of the shed, and jumped onto the street, dressed in white clothes like a phantom like fog.

Xiang Quan yelled, "Don't move!"

Hit the east and the west!

Qianqing was stunned, and just a short moment before, the pale hand retracted.

Xiang Quan had already jumped onto the street, and he also opened his fan—it was the first time Qian Qing saw that strange fan unfurled, it was really strange, with a cold light.But when it flicked lightly, something flew out at an astonishing speed, like a dart.

In an instant, the person on the roof uttered a voice, and the voice sounded like a man.Immediately afterwards there was another rush of cloth rubbing and the creaking of wooden boards.

Ganqing didn't see anything clearly, only that Xiangquan's sentence "don't move" seemed to be scolding the people in the shed, but it was actually for Qianqing.

Both Qian Qing and Xiang Quan are not good at close combat. If two people with low skills suddenly encounter a master, not only will it be difficult to help each other in the fight, but they will restrain each other.

This is one of the reasons for the inactivity.

There is another reason, he wants to save Jingui's life...

I saw the white shadow of Xiangquan flashing, and the speed was so fast that it climbed up to the ceiling in one fell swoop.When it's clear, you can't see anything.

The wooden boards on the roof suddenly creaked loudly, as if they were about to collapse due to the weight of two people.Ganqing stared nervously at the light gaps in the wooden boards, the shadows of the two flickered under the light, and reflected on Qianqing's bewildered face.

There was only a whoosh, like a sword coming out of its sheath, and then there was a "bang" sound of metal colliding.The wooden plank seemed to be unable to support it anymore, the dust shook wildly, and the whole shed began to shake violently.

Qianqing watched the battle with his back up, when suddenly, a drop of warm stuff landed on his nose.He subconsciously wiped it, but saw blood in his hand, and a fishy smell came out of his nostrils.

is blood.

Qianqing let out a "Damn", couldn't hold back anymore, pulled out the dagger on his left sleeve, jumped up, jumped from the shed to the street, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

When he stood up, he looked towards the ceiling.

I saw the shed standing quietly in the night, keeping it as it was.The shadows of the trees whirled, and a few birds pierced through the night sky after being frightened, and uttered shrill calls.A bright moon pierced through the clouds, watching everything coldly.

There was no one on the roof.

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