You rascal, stop right there!

It was beginning to get dark.

The little beggar still glanced at this "drunkard" strangely.

After he said “Na”, he never said another word.

"Xingyi" are the only two words that can be heard clearly.

"Hey, drunkard. What exactly is this Xingyi you're talking about? Is it food or drink?"

"Who else died? Could it be that Xingyi is a person's name?"

very noisy--

Luo Wenqi shook his head lightly.

Then, he leaned against the corner of the alley, holding a dagger like a child.

Deep in sleep, he lay down again.

Seeing that people ignored him, the little beggar looked at him with contempt and then looked at him carefully.

He was dressed shabbily, not much better than me. He looked drowsy, yet his eyes seemed clear.

All five fingers of his right hand were missing, but he was still holding a dagger, and his left hand could actually raise its little finger!

Weird, weird...

Who is this person?

……

"Hey, drunkard?"

Still no one answered him.

midnight.

Luo Wenqi went wandering the streets again, carrying a jar of wine.

The noble and refined and clean Qi Tu lay Buddhists of the past are gone.

It's okay to be drunk, I can't feel anything...

In a trance, he turned around and saw a line of guards, staring at an inconspicuous soldier among them without blinking.

He couldn't help but shudder, as if the soldier owed him one or two hundred thousand!

"Impossible... How is this possible?"

Luo Wenqi seemed to be stimulated and immediately ran towards that place.

A few months ago, Chen Xingyi died because the toxicity of "Jade Powder" was getting closer and closer, and he could not find a miracle doctor.

It was he who personally put the person into the coffin and buried him in the ground.

But, that little guard who just flashed by, that eye-catching short man.

You can recognize it as Chen Xingyi at first glance!

"you……"

Under the cover of night, Luo Wenqi came to the end of the Imperial Guard like a fool, and wanted to see the man's face clearly.

Swah——

After not eating well for several days, my legs and feet are weak.

He directly knocked the guard holding the torch to the ground, and the flames immediately climbed up his body, burning a large part of his right leg.

"Where did this beggar come from? How dare he challenge the imperial guards!" someone nearby shouted.

What about the little guy?

Luo Wenqi even felt a little regretful that he might have misjudged the person.

No, Xingyi has died of the poison. I must have been too dazed.

With that height, he might have been drowned out by the crowd of guards!

When he reacted, he had already been kicked aside for colliding with the guards and his identity was found to be suspicious.

The whole body was lying on the cold and wet ground, silent in the quiet night.

"Hey! Hey! Xingyi..."

Luo Wenqi's mind seemed to be clearer, and he leaned against the wall, unable to move.

The burned right leg felt hot and the pain spread from the leg to the knee.

The pain was so severe that the legs and clothes melted together, filling the air with blood.

He picked up the wine and poured it directly into his mouth, wanting to get himself completely drunk...

His long hair fluttered in the air, and he took out a brush from his robe and started painting on the city wall.

"Hey... Xingyi..."

Looking back——

The painting shows a sturdy man with a black cloak draped proudly around his neck and a dagger in his hand.

The moonlight is black and white, and the torches flicker like flowing clouds and running water.

Finally, the blood on the legs stained the ears and lips.

Luo Wenqi was half-lying on the wall, very close to the person in the painting, muttering something in his mouth.

Xuanli capital, under Xingling city.

The drunkard wrote with a brush, and his legs and thighs were stained with blood.

On this day, a heartfelt ink-and-wash portrait appeared on a corner of the city wall...

Day two.

This lifelike "Night Walker" was discovered by people on the streets because of its true and thoughtful design.

After all, they were once the three saints of Daying Painting Academy.

Han Miaoran is good at painting scenery, Ling Shumo is good at calligraphy, and Luo Wenqi is good at painting figures.

Known to the whole world!

Some scholars and cavalry merchants far away in Xuanli discovered this fascinating portrait and immediately brought the news back to the Qing Dynasty.

The detective of "Tiao Bao" immediately recorded it, wrote it into a manuscript, and even added some exaggeration.

Soon, some people started talking, shaking their heads.

Some speculated about the unknown person, and some speculated about the three saints...

half a month later.

The news spread slowly, and only Bai Wan and Ling Shumo, who were far away in Guojia Village, Caizhou, knew about this.

When Bai Wan learned about this, he immediately packed his luggage and went to Xuanli to rescue his friend.

"The detective described the painting's fine, vigorous lines, with blood substituted for vermilion. This must be Brother Qi Tu's work!"

He jumped up.

"We must not let them suffer in Xuanli."