Previously, Ye Wumian's fatal punch to Zhang Daqiu's chest did not cause any damage to the letter.
But now, on the bloody envelope, each of those familiar fonts was like a needle, pricking his eyes.
There was a long silence, and he didn't have the courage to open the heavy envelope.
After much searching, he found a reasonable reason. He smiled and consoled himself:
"When I was alive, I had connections in both the black and white circles. What does it mean to be called a brother to Zhang Daqiu? It's just a temporary expediency! Why should I bother myself here!"
He laughed and shook his head mockingly, with a relaxed look on his face, but his hands were still trembling. After searching for a while, he found the seal of the letter, tore it open, took out the letter paper inside and read it.
"My brother Zhang Daqiu: Zhan Xinjia.
Long story short. On September 26th, with a certain amount of military supplies but no weapons, a group of twelve or three people, disguised as country traders and salesmen, sneaked to the foot of Black Elk Peak. The response code is, my brother says first: It’s too hot, gentlemen, can you please take a break? The salesman responded: It’s frosty in September, so I don’t dare to rest for fear of catching a cold! If the codes match, the person is the real owner. Once this batch of ordnance arrives, my brother will be able to sit back and relax in Changsha.
Manager Wu is also among them. He has an important interview, which is related to Brother Yu's plan. I hope my brother will receive him.
My younger brother Fanxi worshiped him again, and he went to Lushan in Jiangxi Province on the Zhongyuan Festival in the first year of Jiajing. "
The letter slipped silently from his hand. Ye Wumian was stiff on the spot for a long time, and then he gradually relaxed.
They are all familiar handwriting. Because he has been accompanying Luo Xiangzhu all year round, Luo Xiangzhu and Luo Fanxi often have letters written and written on his behalf. Naturally, he is extremely familiar with them.
The mention of Lushan Mountain in Jiangxi Province reminded him of the rumors he heard at the Zhemei Inn in Dongshi Old Street:
"A group of people came from Lushan, Jiangxi, to report the funeral. Luo Fanxi died of illness on a certain peak in Lushan on a certain day of a certain year; a group of people came from..."
From this point of view, the location seems to make sense.
He and Luo Xiangzhu received the bad news of Luo Fanxi's death on August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival. This letter was written on the Mid-Autumn Festival on July 15th, before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Judging from the time, it makes sense.
After carefully going through these twists and turns, his original disbelief, doubt, and inexplicable tearing feeling in his heart were temporarily put aside.
He gradually calmed down and picked up the letter that had fallen on the ground again. He read it again and again from beginning to end. It was not until a pheasant croaked outside the window that he woke up as if from a dream.
He read the letter over and over again. He actually read a few short sentences for most of the night. He might have taken a nap in the middle, but his brain never stopped thinking and kept reviewing all the possibilities.
He stood up from the ground, stretched out, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound. His shoulder blades loosened, and his pipa bone felt the pleasant sensation of foreign matter being discharged.
Looking back, I saw a narrow steel needle, more than two fingers long, nailed to the wall of the room, shining coldly under the weak oil lamp.
He walked over with a sneer, pinched it gently with two fingers, and took the steel needle out of the wall. The tip of the needle trembled slightly and made a thin vibration sound.
This needle was Lai Cong's ultimate pulse needle used to control his internal power.
Before he failed to reverse the internal force and unblock the meridians, this needle almost caused him to fail. But now, he just stood up from the ground, and the internal force in his body easily forced out the so-called magic needle. It can be seen that the before and after The change in skill is so great that it is really incomparable.
He put away the Jueling Needle and put it in his arms.
This needle may be useless to a master of his level, but he doesn't mind using it on some people.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and he looked out the window.
The pheasants crowed, but it was still dark outside the window. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and it is already late autumn when the days are short and the nights are long. Ye Wumian's eyes are twinkling, the brightest star at the darkest and coldest dawn.
Because I had just taken a nap, my thinking at this time was extremely clear.
He thought carefully and said: No matter the handwriting, or the time and place, the author of this letter pointed to the master. If this can be determined, there are two main questions worthy of consideration at present:
First, as a tea merchant, why would the master provide weapons to grass bandits like Zhang Daqiu?
Second, the letter mentioned that the important matters in charge of Wu are related to the master's grand plan. What's the master's big plan?
Judging from the weapons mentioned in the letter and what we saw and heard at Zhemei Inn, could it be that the master's plan is actually a rebellion? Otherwise, the rumor that Liu Chengkong would not have spread was that the imperial court had killed the master.
He sighed, feeling extremely heavy, but also a little happy: the master's matter was finally no longer a blur, and there was finally a clue.
If we dig deeper into this clue, we may be able to find out the real cause of the master's death.
Unfortunately, this clue was not something he could figure out just by thinking about it here.
Unless you stay in Black Elk Peak for a short while, wait until September 26th, when Director Wu and his party arrive, and question them carefully, then you can know something.
But now, Zhang Daqiu has been killed by him, and it is no longer possible for him to contact Manager Wu as arranged in the letter; if he shows up, it means that he is the maid of the master's biological daughter, then Manager Wu is willing to tell the truth Inform?
"These things about the master must be kept secret and will not be spread easily. Even if the young lady goes to confront Mr. Wu, I am afraid the other party will not reveal it."
Ye Wumian recalled that in the past few years, the master had not mentioned a single word about the arms transaction or the so-called grand plan, and shook his head repeatedly.
So, how to find out the secret inside?
I was sleepless all night and had no plan, so I could only pace back and forth in the bamboo house.
The floor of the bamboo house was not strong to begin with, and as he walked back and forth, the floor made a crackling sound.
There was a look of helplessness on his face.
If he hadn't seen this letter in Zhang Daqiu's arms, he would have already taken advantage of the darkness to rescue Luo Xiangzhu.
He will also find the place where Lai Cong lives and kill the scoundrel with the Absolute Meridian Needle.
He would also use the recaptured pine pattern sword to kill several bandit leaders of the Black Elk Gang with bloody throats.
He would have been much more relaxed if he hadn't seen this letter.
But now that he has seen this letter, he has more things to do and bear.
At this time, a strange phenomenon caught his eye.
This is a very dark detail, which is difficult to notice if you look at it normally.
It was also a coincidence that he saw that the face of Zhang Daqiu's corpse became a little unreal.
There seemed to be some bubbles between the skin and the flesh of the face. Under the dim light, it was possible to vaguely see some black and red sediment accumulated in the bubbles.
