Mood has a great influence on a person. At least when Zhao Rang becomes irritable, he doesn't want to do anything.
Seeing Zhao Rang's appearance, the Chinese-faced killer smiled solemnly and said:
"Mr. Zhao, I have no other intention. I just want you to help me pass on a message."
Zhao Rang ignored him at all and didn't even raise his eyelids.
The Chinese-character-faced killer hit a soft nail, but he didn’t care and continued:
"Twenty years looking north."
The meaningless sentence caught Zhao Rang's attention.
He turned his head slightly, looked at the Chinese-character-faced killer standing by the light, and asked:
"What are you looking for?"
What caught Zhao Rang's attention was nothing else but the "twenty years" mentioned by the killer with the Chinese character face.
Before that, Zhao Rang spent the afternoon and evening in an airtight secret room on the top floor of Chunhua Building, listening to two people from the Western Regions recount the past twenty years ago... Hearing this, his concept of time was somewhat confused.
After a good night's sleep and a cold shower, his mind had become clearer, but now when he heard the Chinese-faced killer talking about twenty years again, he couldn't help but fall into a trance again.
"north!"
The Chinese-character-faced killer was afraid that he couldn’t hear clearly, so he repeated it again:
"Look north in twenty years!"
Zhao Rang frowned and asked:
"Who do you want me to pass this on to?"
The Chinese-character-faced killer suppressed his smile, raised his head and sighed. Instead of answering, he leaned over and began to collect the weapons on the ground.
Daggers, hidden weapons, including crossbow arrows were all returned to their original places.
After everything was packed up, he walked back to the empty wall he faced before, holding his hands behind his back, and his figure became illusory again.
Having learned from the past, Zhao Rang knew that he was leaving.
Just now, his figure wavered, and then he immediately took away his knife.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhao Rang quickly stood up to stop him, but the killer with the Chinese character face was faster than his words.
Before the last word was completely uttered, he suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Rang quickly opened the door and ran out into the courtyard, looking around, but where was there any trace of him?
There was a huge difference in temperature between morning and evening in Shanye Country. Under the cool night breeze, Zhao Rang had some doubts about himself.
I even feel that what happened just now is not the real past, and my memory seems to be covered with a veil and becomes blurred.
"Are you awake?"
Zhao Rang stood there blankly when Yuan Mingkong's voice suddenly came from behind him, pulling his spirit back.
"Did you see someone passing by just now?"
Zhao Rang asked weakly.
Yuan Mingkong noticed that his face looked very bad and thought something had happened, so he did not answer his question, but asked with concern:
"What's wrong? Who came over?"
Zhao Rang thought Yuan Mingkong didn't understand what he said, so he had to grab Yuan Mingkong's wrist, pull him back into the room, and then narrate everything that just happened.
Yuan Mingkong listened very seriously at first, but later on, a smile couldn't help appearing on his face.
However, he still waited patiently for Zhao Rang to finish everything.
Although his narrative was a bit confusing and many details were repeated, Yuan Mingkong was able to figure it out.
It was nothing more than a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face who sneaked into the room while he was sleeping. Then he said a lot of inexplicable words, and then suddenly disappeared.
It is normal to experience hallucinations after staying in a closed environment for a long time.
Just now Yuan Mingkong had a dream while lying on the bed, and the dream was extremely real. But he didn't dream about what happened here. Instead, he dreamed about the palace in the north of Dawei. He dreamed that his father was seriously ill and was about to die. Just when Long was about to control Bintian, the chamberlain came to summon him to see him.
The dream ended abruptly. After waking up, Yuan Mingkong felt a little empty, so he thought of going out for a walk, only to see Zhao Rang standing outside the courtyard gate as if he had lost his soul.
Guessing that he must be just like him, Yuan Mingkong didn't take him seriously.
"No! Absolutely not!"
"He even asked me to send a message!"
Zhao Rang denied it strongly, his head shaking like a rattle.
Seeing that his brother was still immersed in it and unable to extricate himself, Yuan Mingkong was helpless, so he echoed:
"What message does he want you to preach?"
Qiurang replied word for word:
"Twenty years looking north."
The teasing smile on Yuan Mingkong's face disappeared instantly.
The whole person suddenly stood upright, like a flag against the wind, and his eyes became as sharp as a knife.
"Can you say that again."
The unknown fire in Zhao Rang's heart was aroused again, and he said impatiently:
"Didn't you just say that I was dreaming?"
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs to lie down for a while and collect his thoughts, but Yuan Mingkong grabbed his shoulder.
"I beg you, please say it again! Just once!"
Yuan Mingkong was really pleading.
Zhao Rang had never seen him like this before, so he stopped worrying and repeated seriously:
"Twenty years looking north."
There was a thunder in Yuan Mingkong's mind that only he could hear. The hand clasping Zhao Rang's shoulder tightened unknowingly.
"Did he really say this?"
Zhao Rang shook off Yuan Mingkong's hand on his shoulder and said:
"I can't even make it up!"
Yuan Mingkong nodded blankly and said to himself:
"That's right... you can't make it up... no one can make it up."
As he spoke, Yuan Mingkong walked into the hall, eager to find a chair to sit down on.
Once the brain is thinking with all its strength, it becomes somewhat inattentive to its own body. So sometimes when people are too immersed in thinking about something, they will hit a tree and fall down.
"Apart from this sentence, nothing else?"
After Yuan Mingkong sat down, he immediately asked again.
"Um……"
Zhao Rang thought about it for a while, and then he remembered that he had just come down from upstairs and saw the killer with the Chinese character face, facing the wall, motionless.
Yuan Mingkong came to this wall and carefully inspected it, and found that there was nothing abnormal.
"Do you know that person?"
Zhao Rang completely came to his senses at this moment.
There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between him and Yuan Mingkong.
As long as one person regains consciousness, there must be one person who loses consciousness.
It was Zhao Rang just now, but now it is Yuan Mingkong.
After Zhao Rang finished asking for a long time, Yuan Mingkong licked his lips and nodded awkwardly.
It looked like his head and neck were not his own, but borrowed because he was too cautious.
"who is he?"
Zhao Rang couldn't help but become cautious.
"You remember what those two people from the Western Regions told you about what happened twenty years ago, right?"
Of course Zhao Rang remembered.
But Haidiye and Aziz talked too much. Many things happened twenty years ago, and Zhao Rang couldn't tell which one Yuan Mingkong wanted to mention.
"How did he get his reputation as a swordsman twenty years ago?"
Yuan Mingkong said in a deep voice.
"He's the Shadow Guard?"
Zhao Rang exclaimed.
If the killer with the Chinese character face was Shadow Guard, he would probably be fifty years old now!
But Haidiya swore that all the shadow guards sent by Dawei to Shanye Kingdom had been wiped out, and no one was left alive. How did this person escape from death?
"The codename of the Shadow Guards who were sent to Shanye Kingdom back then was called 'Wangbei', which means looking north and returning. As long as the word "looking north" appears in the order given to them, it means they can come back. Dawei is back alive."
Dawei Palace is located in the north, so it is not difficult to understand the word "Wangbei".
The code name from twenty years ago was suddenly mentioned again, and Zhao Rang was shocked into a cold sweat.
"You remember correctly?"
Zhao Rang asked.
Yuan Mingkong replied firmly:
"Before coming here, I went to the file room of the Investigation Department and looked through all the records from that year. I will definitely not remember anything wrong.
The file clearly records that twenty years ago, a total of four Shadow Guards were dispatched, and the number was the same as Haidiya said. The highest-ranking person among them was Wei Xingshu, who was the deputy commander of the Shadow Guards at the time and one of the three great Yuansu of the Investigation Department.
"The predecessor of the Investigation Department was called the Konoe Prefecture."
Zhao Rang nodded and said:
"I know this. There are several seniors in the family who were ordered by the emperor to teach swordsmanship in Bei Shen Mansion."
"Wei Xingshu is one of the best, and without him, there would be no Shadow Guard today!"
Zhao Rang asked:
"how do I say this?"
Wei Xingshu is only the deputy commander of the Shadow Guard, and his rank is the same as Yuan Mingkong. But he is not a prince, so naturally he cannot enter the highest core of the Investigation Department. To say that he single-handedly cast the Shadow Guard, Zhao Rang felt that Yuan Mingkong's words might be exaggerated.
Of course, it is also possible that this is recorded in the dossier.
After all, Wei Xingshu, as the deputy commander of the Shadow Guards of the Investigation Department, personally went to the Western Regions, and ended up in the Gobi with blood and died in a foreign land, which is still very admirable. Therefore, it is understandable that his past experiences should be processed more.
"Because Wei Xingshu created his own set of Kung Fu, which is now the unique skill of Shadow Guard. This is where the name Shadow Guard comes from."
"Jue Ying Jutsu?"
Shadow Guards are extremely good at hiding their bodies, relying on this set of Shadow Techniques. The Southland has been reluctant to cross the river in a big way. It is precisely because the Northern Shadow Guards rely on their extremely exquisite Jue Ying Technique to successfully infiltrate every time, detect the information in advance, and transmit it back to the Northern Territory. Since then, they have been on guard.
It can be said that the Shadow Guard's Jue Ying Technique is currently one of the most powerful sources of support in the Northern Territory of Dawei. It has indeed made great contributions to this dynasty that is precarious and stands on half of the country!
"He also said something!"
Zhao Rang suddenly thought of something.
"He said there is something else that has melted into his bones and blood!"
Being snatched away by the killer with the Chinese character face made Zhao Rang still have some heart palpitations until this moment.
He had seen Yuan Mingkong use the "Jue Ying Technique", but it was only able to cover his body and hide his aura. The methods used by the killer with the Chinese character face can be regarded as unpredictable. It can be said that "the living have never seen it, and the dead have never seen it."
But if the killer with the Chinese character face is Wei Xingshu... and the Jueying Technique was created by him...
"Wei Xingshu is not dead!"
Yuan Mingkong said decisively.
"Not only did he not die, he also practiced Jueying Technique to the pinnacle!"
