"I also think there is such a possibility. Regardless of whether he is sent by the Yin family or not, he will definitely not leave empty-handed." Han Sheng frowned, "But he did only have a candlestick in his hand, judging from the wrinkles on his clothes. Look, it doesn’t look like he’s hiding anything on his body.”
"Many important things are recorded on paper. Most of what he took were letters and the like, which are easy to carry. As long as they are slightly covered, it will be difficult for outsiders to see." Maoyuejun explained this way, and took the lead to show up to Yin Guihong. He walked behind the remaining wall, "However, since we have already arrived here, it wouldn't be a bad thing to explore a little more."
So they all walked into the remains of the building. Ling Huan's shoulder accidentally got dusted, so Xie Zhe pulled her away a little and asked her to be careful. He said that everything here was almost burned, and a slight mistake could cause it to collapse. Ye Lingquan was stunned for a while, then quickly came to his senses, said "Yeah" and followed him. She felt that she was over-concerned. After all, Xie Zhe was right. He was thinking about everyone's safety and the smoothness of the exploration. He has always been like this, always looking out for the bigger picture.
They searched around, but naturally found no valuable information. There is only one room, and it can be seen from the shelves and cabinets that still have outlines scattered on the ground. This is probably where samples were displayed for customers. There is a door on the ground, which opens into the cellar. The door wasn't even hidden, and none of them noticed any traces of carpet covering it, which meant it was just plainly covered on the ground. They thought for a while and then all turned back to look at Uoyuki-kun. Since there was no other place to search, and this was the most suspicious place, she naturally nodded. So the six people lined up their order and filed in.
There was no light underground, so Han Chang picked up a piece of wood he had picked up before and ignited it easily, then raised it high. The fire probably never visited here, because everything is almost intact. There are looms, showcases, wooden boxes, and rolled and stacked fabrics. The fabric still looks very strong, and maybe it can be used, after all, it is not in contact with circulating air all year round. It was almost a secret room because there was no food or water, and rats never visited. And the area here is very large, so it can accommodate so many things. There is probably a door leading to the outside - otherwise large equipment cannot be transported here through the small door of the cellar. Han Chang lowered the torch, and there were many messy footprints on the ground, belonging to the same person. Presumably, it was the young man who claimed to be from the Yin family who left just now.
In addition to these footprints, the dusty ground and an exceptionally clean patch of ground are eye-catching. Judging from the traces on the ground, this is probably... the trace of something dragging.
"Look here," Han Zhang pointed at Long Miao, who was the first to approach. There was a faint trace in the dust under his feet, "Something has been dragged, it should be this cabinet. I guess there is something different here. s things."
There are many pieces of paper in the cabinet, some in pieces or whole, stacked in clear layers. If you look through them briefly, you will see that they are just ordinary orders and account books. A few people groped around the cabinet for a while and found the mezzanine in the cabinet. It is full of letters exchanged with other people. Some of the letters clearly bear the seal of the Wuyong Escort Agency, while others, at a quick glance, mention the names of other forces.
But just as Mr. Uoyue expected, many key letters have been taken away. They each divided a part of the letters and quickly read through them, exchanging information with each other, and finally came to the regretful conclusion: Although they could still catch some clues that they had not known before, these letters and the events in them could not be completely connected. There were too many missing parts, and they had already No coherent clues can be formed.
The light and shadow of swords are entangled, and the handover of weapons is inseparable. The wind that was broken, the fire that was stirred up, the Qi that was cut off... everything was like neatly arranged threads of different colors, woven together in an orderly manner, orderly in chaos. The collision of two six-path divine weapons should have been a more shocking scene than this. That's not to say that these two weapon holders are not qualified. In ordinary sword duels, their offense and defense, breaking and resolving moves, prediction and parrying are all excellent. One is gorgeous and ruthless, the other is upright and neat. It can be said that each has its own strengths and characteristics. However, the physical strength of the owner of the long and light scimitar seemed to be slowly passing away. In other words, being eroded by something invisible - this is a more appropriate description.
One party stopped, and the other party breathed the dusk air frantically. The warm setting sun sheds its last warmth, but it still cannot stop the growing evening breeze. Yin Guihong's aura was chaotic, which was his biggest weakness. He didn't want to expose it, but when the people present were barely "one of his own", he didn't need to show off. The sweat on the forehead fell to the ground along the cheeks, and was greedily collected by the dry earth, leaving no trace.
"It's really weird. I haven't used any spells yet. Why are you following the fire?"
Yin Guihong was too lazy to argue with him. He didn't rest all night, and his mind was filled with chaotic and disordered information. In a short period of time, he explored too many places and learned too much information. And with everything he knew so far, even without sorting it out, he could clearly feel that the truth of the matter seemed to be exactly what Kuchuetsu-kun said - even though the part he knew rarely mentioned the affairs of his own family. He means, his little home. He has no emotional resonance with his surname, his origin, or his family lineage. He might even be a little...disgusted. This was the root cause of his family's ruin.
But he knew very well that no one could choose regardless of his bloodline, but who escaped from whom, or who was saved by whom, these were objective and variable facts. He felt tired, and his body and spirit had not recovered well. This annoying monster suddenly came to him again and insisted on having a discussion with him, euphemistically saying "to see if he has made any progress in martial arts." He hasn't heard the answer yet, but he doesn't care. He has his own standards, and he can make a clear judgment on his own performance for every move and style. This time I was in a bad state and my performance was naturally not good enough. However, even if I try my best, can I still meet the standards of this strict assessor?
Yin Guihong tightened his grip on the knife handle. Under the setting sun, this magic weapon made of monster teeth glowed with blood. Its texture is slightly transparent, and if strong light shines on it, you can roughly see its twisted opposite side through the blade. Similarly, you can also see the thin channels inside it that are quenched with venom. According to Kutsutsuki-kun, the venom is colorless and odorless when stored sealed in the teeth. It will only react with objects or air in contact when it is released. He didn't know, he couldn't see it, and he didn't know why this dead thing could secrete venom continuously as if it were alive. Where did it come from? Perhaps it just slowly penetrates the blade and lies dormant on the surface of the blade, never missing an opportunity to cling to the wound. Then, they took advantage of the opportunity and entered...
Yin Guihong didn't think he was worthy of such an insidious weapon. Although he cannot be called an aboveboard person, this knife is not suitable for him in many senses. At first, Lord Xueyue only said that he was borrowing it, but he did not say when he would pay it back. I'm afraid it's not impossible to keep it in your hands for the rest of your life. But Yin Guihong felt more and more that he could control Jin Mieya, and it became more and more skillful in adapting to his will. Like... making friends. Friends should not have similar likes and dislikes to you, similar personalities, and the same appearance. As long as you respect each other, reach a consensus, and leave some redundant space for each other, you can run in well with each other and achieve an intimate relationship. Now if he were suddenly asked to return the knife, he might still be a little reluctant to do so.
"It's not bad. It's definitely improved compared to before." Lord Kutsutsuki rarely expressed approval, but then changed the topic as a matter of course, "But... it's still far from enough."
"You always say they are far apart, but you never tell me what you are comparing them to. Are you yourself? Please forgive me for being young."
Lord Xueyue gently laid the Hell Blade flat, slowly groped for it, and said slowly: "I only started to think about these things later... I used to look down on them, thinking they were too fragile. Humans themselves are not so fragile. Is that so? That’s why you need to be armed, that’s why you need weapons, and that’s why you need foreign objects to decorate yourself.”
Yin Guihong sheathed his sword, raised his eyes and glanced over: "Changed your mind?"
"If the weapon can match the master's strength... then there may be an unexpected surprise. I have seen enough in the past hundred years, so I am becoming more and more interested in it. Ah, you are far from it - —Of course it’s better than your previous life.”
Yin Guihong didn't resent him mentioning his past life. Although I don't want to admit it, if I use an analogy, it's like an old man always comparing his children with young people who are related to him. This is not an appropriate analogy, but it gives Yin Guihong a similar feeling. You can mention it whatever you want, what does it have to do with me anyway? It's nothing more than "borrowing things from young people's homes and using them", and it has nothing to do with this "old man" who is like an outsider.
"His movements are faster and crisper, without any sloppiness - you are different. Compared to the past, you are indeed much faster, but you still seem to be unable to let go of something. I'm not talking about... your hatred."
Lord Xueyue took a few steps forward. This time Yin Guihong did not step back. He stared directly into the other person's eyes. When he came to him, even at a distance that violated his personal space, he did not waver.
"What exactly do you want to say? You shouldn't come here just to fight with me, right?" Gui Hong raised his eyebrows.
"You are not decisive enough. There are still things in this mortal world that can tie you down."
"No." Gui Hong repeated, "I don't think so."
"You are not as pure as him...but, as I said, you can make up for it with 'weapons'. I have learned from the Tengu incident. Among the people you met today, there is a girl with Wangui Zhi. You must Find a way to succeed, life or death. Your bloodline is not difficult, but the difficulty is that the Shadow Pavilion has never rebuilt the body based on memory... At least the bones of the previous body are still there. If you can't do it, it's not that you don't have a plan, but you definitely don't want to Go to Tengu Tomb. The good news is that as long as there are bones, Death Shadow Pavilion can find a way to make it move..."
Tengu Tomb? It's a place I've never heard of. To this day, Yin Guihong no longer bothers to question when and how he monitored him.
