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The dark night, the confused night, the faint starlight penetrated through the thin clouds, and poured like mercury. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe emperor of this night is very quiet, so quiet that people have an indescribable throbbing welling up from the bottom of their hearts. The bustling city is still brightly lit, but there are few people in the streets and alleys, and a few pedestrians walk aimlessly on the street.

The Imperial Capital Station, except for the lively scene in the past few days when the envoys of various countries visited, but tonight it returned to its usual calm, and there was no busy scene of people coming and going, only those few guards standing coldly in front of the post station with swords in their hands, and the condensed gaze in their eyes swept over the street in front of the post station. And the street was as silent as a pool of stagnant water, and there was no vitality in the past, and they stood like statues, only the bloody breath they exuded from their bodies told them that they were still a group of living guards.

The largest courtyard of the post station was the residence of the Southern Tang Mission, and like the other courtyards of the post station, it was as quiet as an ancient well. Tomorrow will start to set off to return to their own country, tonight I don't know which country's envoys proposed to spend the night in the imperial capital, so most of the envoys of various countries in this post station have gone to see the bustling imperial capital nightlife. Only a few attendants were guarding their luggage.

Although the inn was heavily guarded by soldiers, these soldiers stood listlessly at their posts. As long as this night is over, they will not have to go back to this post station that no one cares about day and night, only these national missions have left the post station, and they will return to their normal lives.

The guards were listless, they were waiting for the changing of the guard to replace them, they themselves did not know how long they had been standing, although there had been no major incidents in this station, but the Holy Lord now attached great importance to this visit from various countries. That's why he didn't hesitate to transfer personnel from the forbidden army to guard this post station.

The sound of heavy footsteps reached the ears of the guards, causing their eyes, which had been drowsy, to lift up, and from them shot the sharp light they deserved. The changing guards finally arrived, and they themselves couldn't remember how long the rotation had been, it seemed like a quarter of an hour longer than before. But it's only a quarter of an hour, and who cares, I've been standing for five or six hours.

"Dude, that's a great job." A lazy voice reached their ears, and the guards who were eager to leave hurried out of where they were standing before they could even confront the changing guards. It's been just one night, and who cares about the passwords that have to be exchanged every day. As the dozens of listless guards left, a vigilant guard with a cold look in his eyes stood in every corner of the station. There was a strong bloodthirsty aura on their bodies, and of course, there was a faint smell of goat's milk on their bodies.

The new guards watched the group of listless guards leave, and there was not a single expression on their faces, only the cold-blooded light in their eagle-like eyes. However, at this time, there was still one last guard who did not go out, and he stood in front of the inn door, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have found something and retreated.

The guard only took a few steps back, but he didn't notice a sturdy new guard with a cold glint in his eyes, and quietly walked towards the guard. And when the guard saw the sturdy new guard coming quietly, his face changed suddenly, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to open his mouth and cry out. It's just that the sturdy new guard rushed in front of the guard with an arrow, only to see a flash of cold light in his hand, and a long curved knife slashed through the guard's neck, and a thick blood suddenly burst out from the guard's neck.

His hands were tightly clasped around his neck, and his eyes showed a terrified light, and his open mouth squirmed a few times, but finally he didn't scream, and his body slowly fell. Suddenly, a bloody breath that rushed into the nose filled the station. The sturdy new guard dragged the fallen guard up and headed deeper into the station. Soon, there was a sound of water, and then there was silence in the station. It was as if nothing had ever happened, and the cold-lit guards stood straight at their posts.

After another quarter of an hour, the night poured down like water, and there was silence all around. There was a sound of breaking through the air, but it was several figures who turned over from the courtyard wall of this post station. The guards, who had never blinked their eyes, turned a blind eye, and did not react at all to such a big movement.

The night walkers who climbed over the wall did not completely wrap themselves, but on the contrary, their clothes and appearances were exposed to the night. A few of them held a half-human-high bow in their hands, and a few others held a glistening scimitar in their hands. Their attire is not the Han people of the Central Plains, but the dress of the Khitan people, and they do not hide their clothes, obviously fearless.

There were five people who came, all about thirty years old, and their eyes flashed with a cold light, and their bodies were full of bloodthirsty aura. After they climbed over the courtyard wall of the post station, they went straight to the largest courtyard of the post station, apparently towards the Southern Tang mission. They found the courtyard so accurately and quickly, there was no mud and water in between, and they moved vigorously and quickly, like cheetahs running through the deep mountains and forests.

The night imprinted the mottled shadows of the trees in the courtyard on the ground, and the wisps of the south with a slight warmth blew the dead branches in the courtyard undulating and swaying. The night walkers landed in the courtyard, their figures falling into the mottled shadows of the trees, and their eyes were shining with a fiery light to look into the houses in the courtyard.

The dim candlelight peeked through the window, reflecting two vague figures, one slightly fatter and the other taller. The two figures seemed to be chatting about something, and from time to time they could be seen walking back and forth.

The night walkers, hidden in the shadows of the trees, looked at the two figures that came through the dim candlelight, and they did not hear the conversation between the two men, only the two of them walking back and forth like a silent acrobatic play. The leader of the night walker was a stout man in a strong suit like a mountain, and he held a scimitar in his hand that glowed with a faint blood in the cold light. He glanced at his accomplice, then made a gesture.

A thinner man quietly plucked a few arrows from his back, and he placed them on top of the crossbow, and the fury of a full moon suddenly appeared. And he did not shoot the arrow immediately, but waited for the order of the man who led it. The same action was done by one of the night walkers, and the two of them locked the figure that appeared through the window, waiting for the leader's order.

The night walker at the head looked at the two figures in the window for a few breaths, and he did not rush to give any orders, but looked coldly at the two flickering figures in the room. He didn't notice anything wrong, and pressed his outstretched palm into the void.

"Whoosh, whoosh" Two arrows carrying the breath of death tore through the night in the courtyard, and in an instant, they shot in through the window. However, there was no screaming as they had imagined, only two more holes in the window that had been pierced by arrows, and even the flickering figures in the room were still walking back and forth. The two arrows shot into the house like mud in the sea, and there was no more sound of breath.

His face changed, and the night walker at the head couldn't help but shoot a little puzzled in his eyes, he couldn't understand why the swaying figure was not hit by the two arrows, and the two arrows that shot into the house did not make a sound. There was silence all around, as if none of this had ever happened.

Then, two more arrows shot in, and the swaying figure was still unharmed, and the two arrows finally came with two "grab, grab" sounds, as if they had hit some object in the house. And after that, there was still no sound,

The faces of the night walkers hiding under the shadow of the tree finally changed, and they did not understand why the four arrows could not hurt the two shaking figures, and the two shaking figures seemed to move faster, as if to laugh at their incompetence, and even more silently provoke them.

A glance flashed through the eyes of the night walker at the head of the group, and then two assassins armed with scimitars quietly approached the house, and when he reached the door of the house, he gestured to the others hiding in the shadow of the trees. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it was clear that they were not in any danger, and the two swaying figures in the room still did not notice their presence.

The scimitar slashed through the deadbolt of the door, and the door opened, but it did not come out as they had imagined, and the room was still silent, not even the sound of human breathing could be heard. The leader of the night walker had a cold light in his eyes, and led the rest of the night walkers quietly towards the house.

When their feet entered the room, they were stunned, for there was no one in the room, and they saw the two figures swaying outside. A terrifying chill surged in their hearts, it was not that they had broken into the haunted house, no wonder several arrows of their own people could not hit the two shaking figures.

A night breeze suddenly blew into the room, and the flickering candlelight swayed for a while, and their eyes noticed the candlelight. The nightwalker's gaze fell on the two pieces of paper beside the flickering candle, and a thin thread was attached to his paper that had dropped them. A few wisps of the night breeze blew in through the crack in the window, and the two pieces of paper that had been cut into human shapes swayed with the wind.

And the faces of the other night walkers were even more ugly, they didn't understand that they were waiting to be tricked, and the shaking figures they saw outside the window were reflected in these two humanoid pieces of paper. And the arrows were shot at the other wall of the room, and it was strange that there was no sound at all.

One of the archers, with a look of anger on his face, had never been teased so before, grabbed the two pieces of paper and pulled them so hard that he grabbed them. He tugged hard, and the two thin threads that had fallen on the piece of paper broke in response, and at that moment, a change suddenly appeared.

Before everyone could react, they only felt a commotion above their heads, and a stream of cold water poured down from above. Everyone was immediately drenched by the coldness that poured on their heads, and their faces were full of anger, they did not expect that they would be repeatedly played by the people in this courtyard. At first, I was tricked by this shaking figure, and then I was splashed with cold water on my head. is teased one after another, and everyone will be annoyed and angry.

The crowd came out of the house, covered in water, as embarrassed as they were. When they stepped out of the house and came back to the courtyard, they were stunned. Because they saw two teenagers with a mocking smile on their faces, a chubby little Taoist priest, and a young man with an extraordinary temperament in a blue shirt.

"I said junior brother, you can think of such a fun trick, you have to play more next time." Li Xiaoyao's words that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic were really an expression of underbeating.