As early as in King Lanmo's city, when Mr. Wang was poisoned, Zhao Rang told Yuan Mingkong that there must be a traitor around Mr. Wang, otherwise there would be no night talk about Xiang Tengju.
Now combined with the two portraits in the brocade box given to him by Manager Li in Lotus Alley, as well as the probing questions he and his clerk had just made, Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong had determined that the traitor was the third adopted son of Mr. Wang San. Wang Xiaoshan.
Only then did Zhao Rang connect many coincidences that he had not noticed before. For example, Mr. Wang San's restaurant was called Xiangtengju, and the place where he and Yuan Mingkong were now was called Taiheju.
From the moment he stepped onto the first step, Zhao Rang prepared for the worst.
He can do many things that others cannot do. For example, although he is not as strong as Ximen Dazhuang, he can drink more wine than Ximen Dazhuang, and can stay up later than Yuan Mingkong, and even Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin were happy that they could be teased in just two sentences.
But he is still a human being after all, and he has no ability to predict the future. Even the stranger from the Western Regions whom Haidiya spoke of, in Zhao Rang's opinion, just had more sources of information than ordinary people, so he knew more things, nothing more.
In the final analysis, he does not believe that anyone can have the ability to surpass others. In other words, Zhao Rang felt that he could acquire these abilities with the accumulation of time and his own efforts, and they were not considered magical.
People tend to be afraid of things they don't know. This is normal, and Zhao Rang is no exception.
When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark, so I would light a lamp. Later, I was afraid of people, so I practiced swordsmanship.
Fortunately, he has a knife in his hand now.
The sharp black steel knife lay quietly in the leather scabbard, and his hand was already on the handle.
The stairs leading to the second floor of Taihe Residence are not long. After going up, the guy who led the way stood at the top of the stairs and paused for a moment, making a concealed gesture.
Zhao Rang saw it all, but kept silent, still pretending not to know anything, and walked forward.
When his right foot just stepped on the floor of the second floor, he suddenly found that the stairs behind him had disappeared out of thin air. Zhao Rang was so shocked that he quickly took back the foot that was still hanging in the air and jumped up at the same time. .
After standing still, he found that the entire second floor was filled with fog, and the floor that should have been as stable as a rock began to shake violently.
For a moment, Zhao Rang felt like he was on a boat. Because the fog smelled like water, the swaying floorboards undulated very rhythmically, like a lone boat drifting on the river.
Zhao Rang tried hard to concentrate, but his eyes could still only see a foot or two in front of him.
"Yuan Mingkong!"
He shouted loudly, but no one responded.
Just now, he and Yuan Mingkong went up the stairs one after another, just to be wary of the two guys who were in front of him.
Yuan Mingkong was one body behind Zhao Rang, which was only two steps at most.
It had been a while since he had gone up to the second floor. Logically speaking, Yuan Mingkong should have come up as well, but there was no sign of him around at all. Even the man they had been wary of had disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Rang calmed down and thought that he could just treat this place as a cabin.
Sure enough, when I thought about it, I immediately adapted a lot.
But in an unfamiliar environment, coupled with the infection of fog, it is almost impossible to distinguish the direction. Fortunately, Zhao Rang has not moved since he came up, so he can still tell the direction.
He remembered that after the man stood still, he first glanced to the left and then gestured to the right. In this case, it is not difficult to infer that there must be someone on the right. If you move forward rashly, you will definitely fall into the bag that someone opened.
But is the left side necessarily safe? Zhao Rang was not sure, but he knew that standing still was definitely the most unsafe, and he might even die. In contrast, he still tends to go left. After all, the guy on the left only glanced at me and didn't make a gesture.
But just as he was about to walk to the left, Zhao Rang suddenly remembered something that made his scalp tense.
He thought about the time he played with Manager Li and the old gentleman in Lotus Alley. He lost for the first time because he thought too much. The reason why we won the last two times was because we did the opposite.
The more Zhao Rang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong... He thought that Manager Li was no longer simply gambling with him, but was giving him a hint.
Zhao Rang used to think that the so-called enlightenment was just a myth, but now he felt that sometimes you have to believe in mysterious things.
Just like Manager Li gave him a brocade box containing portraits after playing with him. Otherwise, how could he and Yuan Mingkong know what Anzuo looked like? Nor will it connect all the subsequent events.
Thinking of this, the stranger from the Western Region fell behind and seemed far inferior to Manager Li.
After some thinking, Zhao Rang finally made up his mind, held the black steel knife tightly, and walked to the right.
The thick fog did not dissipate with Zhao Rang's decision, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on clouds.
It is precisely because of this that Zhao Rang walked extremely slowly.
You have to make sure you take each step firmly before you dare to keep up with the next step.
After walking an unknown number of steps, Zhao Rang found that the thick fog ahead became brighter. It seemed like there was light shining down from above and falling into the mist.
Zhao Rang had never been to the second floor of Taihe Residence before, so he didn't know what the layout was. But the buildings in the Western Regions all have a characteristic, that is, many niches and skylights are planned during construction. Maybe there was a skylight ahead, Zhao Rang thought, and couldn't help but speed up.
But he forgot that he was on the second floor of Taihe Residence.
From the outside, Taiheju looks like it has more than two floors. If there was a skylight, wouldn't the people above it fall down and break their bones and muscles? This kind of irrational logic was completely ignored by Zhao Rang in his eagerness. He didn't stop until he completely walked into the bright fog.
The reason why he no longer moves forward is that he regrets...
There are four different auras in front of him, which are flowing violently.
None of the four auras were weaker than him, and even had the potential to surpass him.
"He is a master, not an opponent!"
If there is only one person, Zhao Rang thinks he still has the strength to fight.
But there were four people on the other side.
No matter how fast the knife in his hand was, he couldn't cut off four heads at the same time.
When he tried his best to draw the first knife, even if the knife saw red, he would have to face three people and three knives in the next moment.
He already felt that these four people were all using knives like him.
There is always a special resonance between people who use knives. It is not an exaggeration to call it sympathy.
Zhao Rang stopped, but there was a "click" sound from the other side. This is the sound made by the hard-soled shoes often worn by women in the Western Regions walking on the floor.
In the blink of an eye, four figures appeared in front of him, four extremely beautiful women.
Zhao Rang is no stranger to these four women.
Ever since he first stepped into Qingshan Guesthouse, he had met face to face.
But what shocked Zhao Rang was that he had only seen the bodies of these four women not long ago!
The fatal wound in his throat made Zhao Rang extremely confident that there was no chance of survival.
But now these four people were standing in front of him properly!
Anyone who sees something beyond common sense will find it incredible and begin to doubt their own eyes.
Zhao Rang calmed down again, and even told himself in his heart that this should be an illusion refracted by the mist, just like a mirage in the Gobi Desert, not real... Unfortunately, no matter how he tried to comfort himself, he could not change what he saw in front of him. Arrived.
He wanted to ask who these four women were, but he also knew that his questions would not be answered, so he chose the simplest and most direct method - draw a knife!
A bright sword light broke through the thick fog and struck straight at the face of the woman in the center.
Zhao Rang poured all his energy into this knife, almost reaching the extreme!
Even before he drew the sword, he didn't expect that he could swing such a brilliant sword!
I didn't expect that the blade could advance so smoothly without encountering any obstacles or blocks along the way.
But soon, Zhao Rang's surprise turned into fear.
Because he saw that his blade sliced across the woman's face smoothly, but it became empty, gradually weakened, and dissipated behind her, leaving no trace.
Zhao Rang didn't have time to think too much.
Now that the sword has been drawn, there is no retreat.
He raised the blade of the blade, held the back of the blade with his left hand, leaned down slightly, and rushed forward, as if the waves were trying to break the rocks. Although it was impossible, there was no choice.
The energy bursting out from the whole body, under the guidance of the blade, turned into a violent whirlwind, forcing the thick fog to retreat step by step, making the vision much clearer.
Fortunately, Zhao Rang is not greedy.
He knows that anything that is too easy must be a scam, just like those charlatans always succeed.
The reason why there are still people who have not been deceived is because there is a lack of a game tailor-made for them.
People must not think they are smart, because once there is such a misunderstanding, it will only be a matter of time before they fall into the trap.
Zhao Rang, who had just passed through these four figures, immediately turned around and drew a wide arc with the knife in his hand, easily blocking the long knives struck by the four women.
He didn't know how these four people deceived his eyes, but he knew that it must have something to do with the thick fog.
The woman's figure emerged from the thick fog again, no different from before.
The only difference is that the knives in their hands have also become hazy, as if shrouded in a veil.
They slowly handed out swords of different speeds to Zhao Rang. The sword light condensed into a fine rain curtain in mid-air, carrying a quiet and timeless artistic conception, pouring away.
The fatal light of the knife that hit his face felt like a warmth that Zhao Rang had never experienced before, and he even wanted to open his arms to embrace this fleeting beauty. 1
This wonderful feeling soon filled his whole body and mind, and Zhao Rang could no longer see or hear anything.
The tip of the fastest knife was only an inch away from his throat, but his body was still slowly moving forward. 1
