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At this time, Jinling City is shrouded in a quiet silence, except for a few bustling streets that are still brightly lit, the other areas are dimly lit, quiet and quiet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere is no curfew in Jinling, the imperial capital, and most of the busy ordinary citizens turn off the lights and go to bed early, while those from wealthy families have started their drunken nightlife.

Extravagant, prosperous, glittering, and the cold and snowy nights can't stop those who are vassals and elegant people from coming to this paradise for men in Jinling City. This street is one of the most famous Goolan streets in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is more famous than the fireworks land in Jiangning.

However, compared to this bustling street, the other streets were a little deserted and dim, and in a quiet and cold street several streets away from this brightly lit street, two figures appeared, and two large horses carried two fat boys galloping across the street.

When they came to a dark and lonely street, they couldn't help but slow down their horses, for they smelled a fishy smell of pungent blood. The thick blood lingered in the cold wind for a long time, and the whole street revealed a strange color that made people palpitate, and the dim high-hanging dilapidated lanterns emitted a sleepy light under the eaves. The old lantern creaked in the cold wind, as if the wind was about to fall to the ground.

As the blood became heavier and heavier, the smell of blood that had not gone away for a long time became more and more intense, and the two fat young men sitting firmly on the horses had solemn faces. One of them was dressed in a wide gray robe, he was about thirteen or fourteen years old, but his young age revealed a maturity and stability that did not match his age, and the small soybean-like eyes on his chubby cheeks swept around the street from time to time, and the essence of the Tao burst out of his eyes, and his eyes showed a solemn gaze.

Another fat boy who rode a horse was dressed in a brocade and luxurious robe, and wore a gorgeous gold headdress on his hair bun, exuding a noble aura from his body, this fat boy was slightly older than the fat Taoist. His childishness, which has not yet been completely shedding, is even more vigorous, as if he has not been cultivated from the world of Hassan. From this person, the fat man exudes the noble temperament of himself, which shows that this person's identity is not ordinary.

Two horses carrying two fat boys slowly walked down the street, and the bloody smell gradually became stronger. The cold wind whined, and a terrifying breath of palpitations arose, but on this gloomy and terrifying street, the young fat Taoist priest had no timidity, but the fat man in the brocade robe couldn't help but tighten the reins in his hand, and a few colors of pale appeared on his chubby cheeks, presumably he didn't expect such a strong bloody atmosphere here, nor did he expect this street to be so weird and terrifying.

The fat Taoist priest's slow horse stopped suddenly, and the horse seemed to see something that frightened it, and its hooves could not stop moving on the snow-covered street, but it did not dare to advance a single point again. The fat boy seemed to be a little sluggish, and although he felt frightened, he did not notice the phenomenon in front of him. When he fixed his eyes on the phenomenon in front of him, the tumbling qi on his chest suddenly rose, and his pale face became even paler, and his whole body trembled, if it weren't for the fat Taoist priest by his side, he would have turned around at this moment and quickly left the street.

"You wait for me here" The fat Taoist priest obviously noticed the abnormality in front of him, and he said to the fat boy in a deep voice. With that, he turned over and dismounted, and went straight ahead. Ignoring the neighing of the horse, he took a few steps back.

As soon as the chubby little Taoist priest walked in front of the street stained with bright red blood, the solemn expression on his face couldn't help but get worse. In front of him, a desolate scene poured into his eyes. I saw a headless corpse dressed in cloth in the remnant snow, gurgling blood flowing from the neck of the headless corpse, not far from the headless corpse, but a ball-sized head with unclosed eyes, presumably the head of the headless corpse. And next to the unclosed skull, there was a female corpse wrapped in a black robe, the female corpse was shriveled all over, and the naked body was full of dull skin. There was a disgusting stench emanating from the female corpse's body, and her bewitching face looked even more pale, but her bright red lips revealed a general outrageous palpitation.

The fat Taoist priest walked quickly towards the headless corpse, he carefully inspected the scene, and found that there was a terrifying big hole in the chest of the headless corpse, and the blood flowing out of the bloodstained hole at this moment had already solidified, showing a strange black luster. And the eyes of the head not far away from the body were wide open, as if unwilling to die, and it seemed to be transmitting some message, under the head of the body was a flat cutting surface, which was forcibly cut off by a sharp weapon like clay that could not be concealed by the thunder.

After the fat Taoist priest saw the head of the white-haired old man who was leaving, his eyes showed a bit of disbelief, he knew this person, and he was quite familiar with this person, and then he looked back at the fat man in brocade behind him, and found that the fat man's face became as white as snow, presumably he also saw the face of the head that left his body. Seeing such a terrifying scene, he didn't immediately turn around and run away, nor did he vomit all the things in his stomach, which was difficult for the fat boy who was well-nourished.

The fat Taoist priest walked from the headless corpse to the shriveled black-robed female corpse, just after taking a look at the female corpse's appearance, the fat Taoist priest's face lifted a look of horror, and his gaze became even more terrifying. The black robe, as well as the pink face and red lips, all reveal a message. It was a killer organization, an all-female killer organization, and he had only heard of the name of that organization: Red Whisk Tower.

There are young girls who are bullied and want to kill themselves, and there are fireworks Qinglou who have read countless men. Red Whisk Building, as the name suggests, originates from the famous female killer Red Whisk in the early days of the former Tang Dynasty. And the owner of this Red Breeze Mansion wants to surpass the female killer of the former Tang Dynasty, and has recruited all kinds of strange women with different talents in the world, and has trained to become the most outstanding female assassin.

Judging from the scene, this seems to be a tragic tear up of both sides, but there are many doubts in it, the shriveled black-robed female corpse obviously died for a longer time than the corpse of the family. There was no murder weapon at the scene that cut off the old man's head, this old man's martial arts realm had reached the realm of near heaven, and who could cut off the old man's head with a sharp weapon and abandon it on the remnants of the snow on the street.

The fat Taoist priest is Li Xiaoyao, and the fat boy is Li Congjia, and who will be the person who is exactly the same as Li Congjia who rode in the carriage with Ye Yinfeng at the beginning.

Li Xiaoyao touched his chin and fell into contemplation, there was an aura that he was extremely familiar with at the scene, it was Ye Yinfeng's breath, but there was no Ye Yinfeng in this scene, I don't know if he was framed or escaped. Judging from the traces of the fight at the scene, the two strong momentum collided together, and everything was hidden in the thick residual snow that was stirred up. But from this clue, the fat Taoist priest also found that there were two kinds of internal battles that he was familiar with on the scene, and he didn't understand why the two of them would have a thrilling fight. In addition to the two familiar breaths of internal force in the scene, there was also a delicate but bloody and strange breath, which should be the breath of the female corpse that fell to the ground and died. It's just faintly, he still feels the fourth breath, but this breath is very faint, faint and imperceptible, maybe the owner of this breath is the real killer who killed the white-haired old man.

The scene had been almost surveyed, and the breath that had accumulated in the residual snow had been captured by Li Xiaoyao, and he began to have a relatively new understanding of the scene in his heart. The situation was repeated in his mind, and there were no more clues for him to check, and then he jumped onto the panicked steed.

"Let's go, there should be a master here, and the martial cultivation realm is even more of an anti-heaven existence, if you don't guess wrong, that person should be one of the Heavenly Demon Twin Venerables of the 'Piercing Heaven Alliance'"

As soon as Li Xiaoyao lifted the reins, the horse stepped up with four hooves like a burden, and suddenly turned the remnant snow on the ground into flakes of snowflakes, fluttering up here on this secluded and terrifying street, lifting up flakes of remnant snow and flying all over the sky, enveloping the already dim light over the sky. And this lonely and dead street is even more eerie and terrifying, and the corpse of the head and body is exuding a terrifying bloody atmosphere, and the black robe wrapped in the shriveled female corpse, which also exudes a strange and treacherous atmosphere.

Ye Yinfeng didn't know what happened after he left the street, and he didn't expect that Li Congjia in the carriage was a real killer. If he knew, he would definitely be extremely puzzled, why the killer only killed the old man surnamed Dugu, and not him, if the target of the supreme killer was him, then he would have become a dead corpse long ago.

He was very unhappy with the provocation of the brocade-robed boy at the moment, and the impetuousness in his heart became even stronger. After kicking the guard groom who was grabbing him with both hands towards him, he showed a sharp edge in his hands, and looked at the brocade-robed boy who was caught off guard.

"You?????? Who are you ????????, you? The brocade-robed boy didn't expect that this blue-shirted young man who looked like a weak scholar was so violent, and kicked his coachman a few feet away. When he reacted, he felt a panic in his heart, and his face turned pale again, and he couldn't help but take several steps back. The young man in front of him, who exuded a soft aura, was simply like a fierce beast, trembling all over, and the fear in his heart deepened a little. Although he is usually flying and domineering, he still has knowledge, and he knows the high martial arts of his guard, but the young man in front of him kicked him away.

"Get out" Ye Yinfeng shouted impatiently, the irritability in his heart became stronger and stronger, he was almost uncontrollable, but the second ancestor of a certain wealthy family in front of him made him feel extremely disgusted, and he even had a desire to kill. But he quickly used the Tai Halal Qi in his body, and even secretly recited the mantra, which was able to suppress the churning annoyance that surged out of his heart.

The brocade-robed boy was in a cold sweat, and seeing that the other party did not embarrass himself again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and crawled back into his carriage as if he had been granted amnesty, and even the unconscious groom had no time to pay attention. Fortunately, the two horses knew the way, and even if they didn't have a groom, they knew how to get back. And the two women in the carriage who were wearing heavy makeup and glossy hook were even more frightened and trembling, they did not expect that the brocade-robed boy kicked the iron plate, and they added salt and vinegar at first. Thinking of this, they didn't feel even more panicked in their hearts, if this brocade-robed boy imposed everything that happened tonight on them, then their fate could be imagined.

The brocade-robed boy didn't seem to notice the changes in the two girls in the carriage, he sat in the carriage with a gloomy face and didn't say a word, and his gloomy face revealed a hideous anger. And his puffy eyes shot a bit of vicious light, and the unwilling look on his face immediately emerged. He didn't notice that the two women beside him were looking at him with frightened eyes, trembling all over.

Ye Yinfeng swept everyone, his eyes were sharp and sharp, like two sharp swords, so that everyone didn't feel tight in their hearts, and they took a few steps back. They had frightened and disbelieving expressions on their faces, but the blue-shirted young man they didn't like at all stood unharmed in the middle of the street, and those sharp sword-like eyes made everyone panic for a while, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.