This villain has become a ghost

Yue Liuyun pointed his sword at him and said, "Since you are also a swordsman, let's have a fair duel between swordsmen. It won't be about winning or losing, but about life or death."

Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in the black shadow resurfaced.

The black shadow made a fierce killing move and clenched the sword to slash at her, but he heard something breaking through the wind and hitting his throat with a "bang", leaving a clear bloody hole on his neck.

Yue Liuyun slowly put down the musket in his hand.

"No, you really believe it."

Shadow: "..."

grass.

Young people don’t talk about martial ethics.

Yue Liuyun walked to the corpse and stripped him naked without mercy, but found that there was nothing left except a sword and a set of clothes, revealing no information at all.

It's really poor.

Why doesn’t it look like in TV dramas, carrying a token or something?

Just as she was about to abandon the useless corpse, she heard a chuckle from not far away.

"Who?" Yue Liuyun raised the musket vigilantly.

"No, no, no, don't be impulsive, it's me."

Jiang Wenjin's sarcastic voice was heard. Even though the light was dim, one could clearly see that this person was dressed in fancy clothes. He was wearing Phoenix Fire, but he looked like a peacock with its tail spread out. He was holding a fan in his hand in a pretentious manner.

Yue Liuyun still didn't put down the musket in his hand, and asked coldly: "Why are you here?"

"Oh, don't doubt me," Jiang Wenjin said helplessly, "I came here specifically to find you, and I just... happened to see what happened just now."

Yue Liuyun looked straight at him and said, "Are you here to find me, or are you following me?"

"It's boring if you say that..." Jiang Wenjin fanned herself faster.

Yue Liuyun curved his eyebrows and smiled gently, but his words were merciless: "...You may not know, I just figured out something, and now my trust in others is zero."

"If your explanation doesn't convince me, I will kill you without mercy."

Jiang Wenjin: “…”

Jiang Wenjin shuddered.

This girl looks weak, innocent, but in fact she is the most cruel. Just like how she treated the black shadow just now, with one pull of the trigger, his life is gone.

"Don't be like this," Jiang Wenjin said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Actually, it's not as complicated as you think. There have been a lot of things going on recently. Someone spread rumors that would destabilize the country, and then Feng Ning went to Wancheng to do some work. The emperor is worried about your safety, so he asked me to protect you in secret."

Yue Liuyun asked, "Do you know martial arts?"

"Of course," Jiang Wenjin said, "With my wealth, if I didn't know any martial arts, who knows how many people would covet me."

Yue Liuyun continued to ask: "How long have you been following?"

"I've been here since you left the palace," Jiang Wenjin said sincerely. "I only came out when you were in danger. Think about it, if I really had any ill intentions, why would I show up on my own initiative?"

"...Besides, you stayed at my Qingyunzhai a few days ago. I'm not bragging, but if I wanted to harm someone, there would be hundreds of ways, not just following you secretly like I am doing now, and you discovered me and pointed a musket at me."

The more Jiang Wenjin spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. She really wanted to look up to the sky and howl, wash her face with tears, and let it snow in June.

Yue Liuyun stared at him for a long time with an indecipherable expression, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, she put away her musket, and said with a smile as if nothing had happened:

"...Hey, don't be nervous, I was just joking with you."

"You've come just in time. I'm a little overwhelmed by myself. Come and help me deal with the body."

Her expression changed so quickly. She had been scowling at him just now, but now she was smiling brightly and patted his shoulder enthusiastically, as if they were very familiar with each other.

Jiang Wenjin: “…”

He has not lost his memory, he is gentle and kind, who is he pretending for?

Jiang Wenjin sighed deeply, and while helping her deal with the body, he said sincerely:

"Girl, don't play around with Nangong Mingzhu anymore. You looked 70% like him just now."

"Oh? What does it look like?" Yue Liuyun asked perfunctorily.

Jiang Wenjin pondered silently.

1. Changing one's attitude is faster than turning the pages of a book.

2. As cunning as a monkey and too suspicious.

3. Smiling on the surface, but harboring murderous intentions in the heart.

He concluded with a sincere look: "Anyway, it's just... not a human being."

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Go and go.

You are the only one.

-

late at night.

Dali Temple.

A damp and musty smell wafted in from the depths, carried by a cold wind, bringing a hint of chill. Several men in black descended the stone steps, their shadows dancing under the dim torches on the walls. From deep within the dungeon, a dull sound of dripping water echoed through the empty, gloomy corridor.

A thin bamboo tube slowly dripped water, landing accurately on the man's forehead. The water drops hit his skin, making a faint dripping sound that was particularly clear in the silent dungeon.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his body was shaking from pain and collapse. The water drops continued to fall, and each drop seemed to torture his will and make him feel endless pain.

The cruelty of water drop torture lies in that it does not kill immediately, but gradually destroys the will and body of the victim through continuous torture.

The men in black looked at each other, pulled out sharp daggers from their sleeves, and slowly approached the cell.

The man realized that someone was approaching, and his distracted expression finally gathered together again, and he made a few "mumbling" sounds with his mouth blocked.

It was obvious that he recognized who these people were.

I kept shouting in my heart, "Hurry, hurry and save me! Hurry and save me!"

He struggled desperately, his eyes flashing with the desire to live.

The eye contact between the men in black was brief and quick, as if they were conducting some kind of silent communication.

Then, one of them suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at the man with swift and brutal force. The man's eyes were instantly filled with fear and despair. He could not move and could only watch the dagger approach.

However, just as the dagger was about to touch the man, he was kicked to the ground!

The men in black were shocked, and after seeing who was coming, their pupils trembled.

It turned out to be General Chang Geng, Chu Shiqing!

Why is he here?

This unscientific.

Chu Shiqing drew his sword and started fighting with them.

He muttered as he fought:

"Master Su, you can predict the future. You called me here so late at night. Who knew there would be something wrong? I'm usually asleep at this time, so... you have to pay extra."

Su Shaoran: “…”

Su Shaoran: “…Okay.”

The sound of fighting quickly attracted a large number of Dali Temple guards. Su Shaoran calmly ordered the guards to capture all the men in black.

Unexpectedly, the men in black looked at each other, their eyes suddenly became fierce, and they decisively cut their necks and chose to commit suicide.