Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1522 Opening

The door and windows of the small room were tightly closed from the inside, but a letter appeared on the table.

This scene was as weird as a secret room murder case in a horror movie. Thanks to their well-trained training, they didn't scream immediately.

"Ah, you're awake."

Ying Baoyue looked down at Li Ji who was staring at the table with wide-eyed eyes.

"Well," Li Ji didn't bother to pretend to be asleep, and looked at the envelope on the table, "Did anyone come in last night?"

"No," Ying Baoyue affirmed.

Although she was asleep, it was not impossible for someone to come in and not notice.

If she couldn't detect this kind of thing, she would have died countless times since she was a child.

"Well, I think so too," Li Ji didn't notice anyone entering last night.

Although both of them have suppressed the realm, Ying Baoyue's level of vigilance is top-notch, and he is not bad in this regard. He can enter this room and put down a letter without both of them realizing it. Li Ji thinks it is not It is impossible for a person at the level of heaven or Shenzi.

But if it was really Tianjie or Shenzi who came, I'm afraid they would do more than just post a letter.

Li Ji stared fixedly at the envelope.

The envelope was a very ordinary envelope, lying on the table so thin that it looked like it was empty inside.

"I probably know how it got in," Ying Baoyue looked at the thickness of the letter and looked at the window on the side of the house.

The window is a paper window with a wooden frame. Although it is locked, there is a gap at the edge of the wooden frame.

The size of this gap is just enough to accommodate the letter on the table.

Of course it could have been pushed in from under the door, but in that case the letter should be on the ground.

Only from the height of the window slit can it just fall onto the table.

But the room they live in is on the second floor, and the windows are facing the street. Who on earth can just jump up to the second floor and stuff this letter into the window without them noticing?
Ying Baoyue stared fixedly at the window rattling by the cold wind.

Since last night, the cold wind has been blowing in through the window cracks.

Wait, wind?

Ying Baoyue was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized who sent the letter.

She got up from the bed and wanted to rush to the table, but forgot that there was Li Ji beside the bed.

"careful!"

Ying Baoyue was tripped and almost fell to the ground, Li Ji quickly stretched out his hand and pulled her back, causing her to fall on his chest.

"sorry."

Ying Baoyue leaned on his chest and raised her head.

"What is it that is so urgent?" Li Ji wanted to blame, but found that their posture was not the time for him to speak at all.

Fortunately, Ying Baoyue reacted quickly, got up from Li Ji, got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked to the table.

Li Ji coughed to cover up, and sat up while leaning against the edge of the bed, "What's wrong with this letter?"

Ying Baoyue didn't answer immediately, opened the envelope, and took out a thin piece of letter paper from it.

There is a large blank on the letter paper, there is no beginning and no signature, only one word is written in cinnabar.

"Come."

Ying Baoyue walked up to Li Ji and handed him the letter.

"This is……"

Seeing this word, Li Ji was stunned.

"If I'm not mistaken, this letter was sent by Lord Shangui," Ying Baoyue said.

Yesterday when she and Li Ji were discussing how to go next, what they were most worried about was whether they would be able to lure the eight heavenly killers to Xiling Snow Mountain.

At this time, the matter is serious and the consequences are incalculable.

If the mountain ghosts don't care or can't control them, in the worst case, they will implicate all the practitioners who participated in the high-level ceremony, and they will also offend a son of God.

So yesterday Li Ji hesitated to the extreme.

Ying Baoyue was not sure what to do.

Those were eight heavenly assassins, not eight cabbages. Even when she was the young commander in her previous life, she didn't mean she could handle them.

Most of the sons of gods are cautious in character, and they are definitely not people who can do everything.

She never expected that the mountain ghost would send them a letter with this word written on it.

"The word Lai means we can go there?" Li Ji stared at the cinnabar letter on the letter paper.

Ying Baoyue nodded, "Probably... that's right."

The two looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in their eyes.

Compared to the accident, Li Ji was even more shocked.

A simple word, but it expresses the attitude of the mountain ghost.

From the fact that this letter can be traced to this point, it is enough to see that this observer is well aware of everything that happened on the mainland.

Then the mountain ghost must know that he is being hunted down by eight celestial practitioners.

Under such circumstances, he also said to let them come over, which meant that the mountain ghost was willing to lend a helping hand to them, and was even willing to deal with the eight heavenly killers.

This is not an ordinary kindness. In the whole world, Li Ji felt that only his adoptive father was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

The Son of God is not such an enthusiastic person.

He and Shan Gui have never met each other before, so why would this Son of God of Hou Liao be willing to do this?
Li Ji's eyes fell on Ying Baoyue who was standing by the window holding the letter, and his expression suddenly became complicated.

"What's wrong?" Ying Baoyue noticed Li Ji's gaze.

"Do you think this letter is credible?" Li Ji asked.

Although they are observers of the whole continent, how did the mountain ghost just know that they live in this room of this inn, and send this letter so coincidentally?
If it weren't for the well-designed trap, it would have been as if the mountain ghost had been watching them.

Li Ji narrowed his eyes, this feeling is not very good.

But he doesn't need to put money on his face, Li Ji believes that the person the mountain ghost has been watching is not him, but someone else.

Li Ji's eyes flashed the sword that the mountain ghost and Ji Mo faced across the air during the primary ceremony.

"I think it's credible," Ying Baoyue clenched the letter paper in his hand, "Let's go according to the plan you said last night."

"Okay, I see." Li Ji got up and packed his luggage, "Leave in half an hour."

The two got busy, Ying Baoyue found the bronze mirror, and combed the messy hair from last night's sleep.

After finishing the bundle, Li Ji stood by the bed and folded the quilt that the two of them slept on last night.

Out of the corner of his eye, he landed on Ying Baoyue who was doing makeup in the mirror, and a question arose in his heart.

Who is she who can receive such attention and protection from the son of a god of a country?
She is Li Zhao, but who is Li Zhao?

He never knew where Li Zhao came from, where did she come from?Who did you learn from?What kind of past do you have?
Why did Li Zhao die, and who wanted to kill her?
Why, she came back here with a new look?

He doesn't know everything.

"Li Ji, what's wrong with you?"

Li Ji turned around, "It's nothing, let's go."

The two walked out of the room with their luggage, and the door closed little by little. Li Ji watched as the place that made him relive his dream all night disappeared little by little.

He squeezed the hands of those around him.

No matter who she is, he must send her to Xiling Snow Mountain on time.

……

……

It has been two full days since Ji Jiashu and others have camped at the foot of Xiling Snow Mountain.

Opening his eyes from the tent, Ji Jiashu looked at Ji Qingyuan who was sitting cross-legged on the side, and asked him the first thing he must ask after waking up these two days.

"Brother, they..."

Ji Qingyuan shook his head, "I haven't come back yet."

Li Ji and Ying Baoyue are still missing.

But according to the letter of credence issued by Shan Gui before, today, that day has come.

There was noise from all around, and Ji Jiashu walked out of the tent, watching practitioners from all over the world starting to tear down their tents and camp.

The cold wind blows snowflakes down from the top of the mountain, and countless small black spots approach the towering snow mountain.

The time has come.

The opening day of the high-level ceremony.

Just today.

(End of this chapter)