The man behind him had no choice but to shake his stiff body and continue to look up with his sore neck.
Suddenly, at the edge of their sight, a tiny thing broke into everyone's eyes. It was particularly eye-catching in the night sky that was so silent that it seemed to be frozen, and the spirits of Qingyan and others were lifted.
"Coming, coming." Someone from behind said excitedly.
The white dove flapped its wings and flew down the eaves slowly, moving very slowly. Qingyan had long been looking forward to it, and immediately stood up on tiptoes and grabbed the white pigeon back into the palm of his hand.
Everyone gathered around, Qingyan quickly untied the letter from Bai Ge's leg and opened it in front of everyone.
With the moonlight behind their backs, everyone carefully observed every word on it. Qingyan's eyes were mature. He scanned the handwriting on the letter first and confirmed that it was written by Guizifang. Then he began to read the content carefully.
"Five days later...lead the troops to Wuli Dieyatai in Hubei Province. Don't act rashly before...act with caution?"
After everyone finished reading the letter word for word, they looked at each other, seeming a little confused.
"Master..." Some people raised their heads and wanted to ask Qingyan's opinion.
Qingyan was equally confused. But he reviewed the letter again, confirmed that there was no problem, and nodded simply: "What the Ghost Leader said is my opinion. We just need to act according to the Ghost Leader's attitude."
"That's... okay." The person who raised his head before heard what his own leader said, so he had no choice but to lower his head and agree.
"well……"
Qingyan felt helpless in his mind. He glanced back and forth at the letter, but still found nothing.
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The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the fog is thick. At the same time, outside the Moyu Knife Studio, a sneaky figure quietly entered.
The man was covered in tight black clothes and his face was covered with a mask. His footsteps made no sound, as if they were melting into the darkness.
At this time, the Moyu Knife Studio was peaceful. Everyone fell into a deep sleep, not wary of the intruder's movements.
The man came all the way and seemed to be in a hurry. He panted in the shadows for a moment, then quickly got up and headed towards Tosai's underground cell.
The underground prison cell of Tozai usually houses gangsters who commit crimes in Qingyuan. But after the investigation in the past few days, there were more than a dozen people in the prison cell who might have killed or conspired to kill the Zhai Master, and that person's target was the deputy head of Zhenshan Ji who was imprisoned in the deepest part.
He quietly found the key from the sleeping disciple in the prison cell, and then naturally wiped a handful of sleep powder on his face. Then he opened the iron door of the prison cell and stepped inside with very light steps.
The underground cell was extremely dark and even a little damp. The man could not see his surroundings, and the man moved forward slowly. Amidst the snoring on both sides, the sound of his footsteps was almost silent.
Going deeper and deeper, he identified the people in the cells on both sides, using his eyes and ears together, and finally found the person he was looking for at the end.
The one inside was Qi Hanxiao, the deputy palmer of Zhenshan Halberd and the holder of Xuanhui.
At this time, Qi Hanxiao was sitting cross-legged and meditating. It's just that his cultivation level doesn't seem to be as advanced as the one who came here, and he hasn't even noticed anyone coming.
The visitor showed a sneer under his mask, stretched out his hand, grabbed the two iron bars of the cell, and immediately broke into three pieces with a "click".
When the strange sound reached his ears, Qi Hanxiao suddenly woke up from his recuperation. Suddenly seeing such an uninvited guest, his expression changed with shock.
Before he could stand up from the ground or before he could make a sound, the visitor in the darkness instantly grabbed his neck.
"You, you are..." Qi Hanxiao let out a hoarse cry in horror.
The visitor's pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes tightened coldly. At the same time, he put more force into his palm, and with a few clicks, Qi Hanxiao's cervical vertebrae were instantly broken.
"Uh..." Qi Hanxiao struggled painfully. His meridians were destroyed by simultaneous agitation, the vitality of Qi Hai could not be lifted up, and thick blood spurted out from his mouth.
The visitor did not take any other action, and slowly watched Qi Hanxiao's breath gradually weaken, and finally died completely.
There was no unnecessary sound in the dark cell, and Qi Hanxiao's death did not even alarm anyone. With a clean and neat technique, the visitor licked his lower lip with unsatisfied interest, as if he hadn't had enough of the horrific scene.
He slowly let go of his hand, and Qi Hanxiao's body slipped to the ground. The bright red blood spread wantonly, like blood-thirsty red snakes crawling.
He stared silently for a while, then finally smiled proudly.
After thinking about it again, he suddenly seemed to remember something, squatted down, and arranged Qi Hanxiao's body in another appearance. After fiddling with it silently for a while and adding a few more moves, he seemed to feel that it was almost done. Then he stood up with his knees in hand and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
With a slight hiss, he slowly clapped his hands and strode away from the cell.
Behind him, the deep prison cell was still filled with darkness.
The next day, strange agitation could be heard very early in the prison cell of Moyu Daozhai.
Qi Hanxiao's death spread quickly to every corner of Touzhai. Bo Rong, who was still recovering from his injuries in bed, felt dizzy as if he had been struck by lightning when he heard the news.
Soon, the news of Qi Hanxiao's murder was spread to Zhenshan Ji.
In the remaining days before the game, such bad news was like a turbulent wild wind, blowing throughout the Qingyuan realm.
According to reports, Qi Hanxiao's body had several thick knife wounds and strangulation marks on his neck. For a time, the news that there was an insider in the Moyu Knife Studio was rampant, and the situation seemed to be quietly developing as the planners expected.
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