After Waking up Beside the Villain

    Wugou Villa is full of venomous elements.

    The mourning and music of the mourning hall left behind, Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun led their horses down the mountain, and Lin Ce sat on a boulder at the foot of the mountain holding a sword.

    Fang Jingyou stood beside him, staring at the outline of the towering eaves on the top of the mountain, his expression hard to hide.

    He and Ning Guan are friends.

    Lin Ce was taciturn. When he followed Lin Ce to the arena, he met Ning Guan, who was a stalker and wanted to compete with Lin Ce, and Yan Xuanji, who chased after Ning Guan with a silver gun. , At first, he was full of hostility towards Ning Guan, with a sullen face, he was dragged by him to invite cats and dogs, but later, little by little, in getting along, it became a rare life-threatening friendship.

     "A dozen days ago, he said he would beat my son all over the place."

    Fang Jingyou closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Goodbye now, but Yin and Yang are separated."

    Lin Ce's face was gloomy. Seeing Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun coming down, he asked, "Still there is no clue?"

    Chu Yun shook his head, his heart was as heavy as a boulder.

    This is the seventh day for them to come to Wushou Mountain Villa.

    August 23rd, the day of the fight between Ning Guan and Lin Ce, but Ning Guan did not show up until late at night. Fearful and worried, he couldn't sit still, so he went straight down the Xuesha Mountain, hurried his horse and whipped his whip, and rushed to Wugou Mountain Villa overnight.

    Chu Yunsheng, Lin Ce, and Xie Chengyun, who had heard the news, were also worried when they saw this, so they followed closely.

    Inheritance of Wugou Villa, the **** of heaven hidden in Ningguan, after a fierce battle with people, he was beheaded in the back mountain of Wugou Villa, and the murderer is nowhere to be found.

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    Lin Ce also stood there in a daze, like a stiff rock.

    It was a cold and hoarse female voice that broke the deadly silence in the entrance hall of Wugou Villa: "Senior Brother Cheng, who killed him?"

    Cheng Xiuyun's eyes were still a little dazed, as if he didn't expect that yesterday, he was still poking around in front of his eyes and boasting that he was unparalleled in the world. Lin Ce was just a little junior brother of ants at his feet. Today he has become a cold Broken corpse.

    When he heard Yan Xuanji's voice, he came back to his senses a little, and said with some difficulty: "When I found the body of the younger brother... When the body was found, there was no trace around. I will judge that he was killed after the battle. The killing is also derived from the traces on his body."

    "Even though the master is not there, but there are many means to arrange in the villa. The murderer who can come and go freely here and kill silently must at least be at the peak of Dingdan or half-step wandering immortal. It's too easy to just wipe away the traces of yourself."

    "I just can't think of it, even though the little junior brother is naughty, but he is good-natured, not bad at heart, and seldom enmity with others, what kind of grievance can make those masters take action, come Aiming at a pinnacle of gods…”

    Yan Xuanji was expressionless, only pale as paper.

    She interrupted Cheng Xiuyun's dazed whisper, no longer asked the murderer, but said, "Senior Brother Cheng, I...I want to see him."

    Cheng Xiuyun sighed and said in a low voice, "Please come with me."

    There are many disciples or elders in the mourning hall, all of them are full of grief, and the sound of low weeping comes from time to time, which is difficult to hide.

    Yan Xuanji ignored the gazes around her, walked slowly to the coffin, and looked at the handsome young man who was cold and lifeless inside through the open coffin lid.

    The scars have all been treated, even a red thread on the neck, which has been meticulously stitched. If you don't look carefully, you can't notice what a terrible life-threatening wound it is.

    No sound or tears, Yan Xuanji only opened her eyes slightly and stared blankly.

    When they parted in front of the blacksmith shop, Ning Guan also repeatedly asked him to remember to sweep his small courtyard every few days. I saw. He didn't forget this, and he cleaned it up before going to the Sword Tomb yesterday.

    Only now, no matter how clean and tidy the small courtyard is, it will never welcome its owner again.

    "Ning Guan is a smart man. If he hadn't been killed in one blow, he would have left clues."

    Xie Chengyun said, "Senior Brother Cheng, take the liberty of taking advantage of the clouds, if possible, please allow me to investigate the mountain behind."

    Cheng Xiuyun smiled dryly: "Young Master Xie has this heart, and it is not very inconvenient."

    Speaking, he looked at Yan Xuanji: "Can Miss Yan come with you?"

    As for the investigation of clues, naturally the more people, the better, and the more careful the better. Cheng Xiuyun asked this question, and felt that Yan Xuanji would definitely care about it.

    But who knows, Yan Xuanji shook her head when she heard the words, and only said hoarsely: "I will be mourning in seven days. For these seven days, I want to stay here."

    Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun looked at each other subconsciously, and both felt a little surprised.

    Lin Ce also followed Cheng Xiuyun to the back mountain with the two of them. They searched the mountains and plains for two days and one night. Except for the bloodstains left in the forest where Ningguan was discovered, nothing was found.

    In the next few days, until the end of the Ningguan shutdown and the funeral, the three of Chu Yunsheng and Fang Jingyou, who came to hear the news, have been living in the Houshan Guest House, and often go there to look for clues. On the other hand, Yan Xuanji insisted on Cheng Xiuyun, changed her sackcloth and filial piety for herself, and knelt down beside the coffin day and night, without moving an inch, silently.

    In this way, until today, when the funeral of Ningguan, several people went down the mountain and left one after another, and did not help the spirits into the ground with Wugou Villa.

    "Why are you two coming down, Miss Yan?"

    Fang Jingyou glanced at Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun, suddenly thought of something, and asked.

    Xie Chengyun's brows moved: "Miss Yan didn't want to see Ningguan's funeral, she closed the lid of the coffin for Ningguan before dawn this morning, and left the mourning hall and went down the mountain, haven't you met? "

    Lin Ce didn't think much about it, only guessed: "Sad people, why leave more places for sadness, I'm afraid they have already returned."

    Fang Jingyou slowly frowned and said, "No, Miss Yan is definitely not leaving someone without saying goodbye. What's more, Brother Ning has been confirmed to be killed by someone, and the murderer has not been found. How could Miss Yan give up on this? Go back to Qianshan Mansion?"

    Chu Yunsheng suddenly thought of the strangeness of Yan Xuanji's first arrival in the mourning hall, and said, "Miss Yan will not go back to Qianshan Mansion, but we must go back to Mad Beach first."

    Meanwhile.

    A fast horse, like lightning, rushed into the wild beach with the sound of the morning wind, and stopped in front of the small courtyard in Ningguan.

    Yan Xuanji turned over and dismounted, went straight to the main room of the small courtyard, and took a new gun with silver light from the gray and white wall.

    This was forged by Ning Guan himself, and he wanted to give it to her on her birthday. It's just that she disliked it, so she threw it back and never used it again.

    The silver spear dropped, and the red tassels scattered.

    It weighs seventy-seven pounds. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid it will be difficult to pick it up.

    But at this moment, the heart that was pressing heavily on Yan Xuanji's palm, but made her float in panic, suddenly calmed down.

    Holding the gun, she sat on the edge of Ningguan's couch, shaking her fingers and took out a piece of blood-soaked silk from her bosom.

    This was cut out of Ningguan's body with her bare hands when she was leaving.

    The fine silk was dark purple, very thin, and was torn from one of her handkerchiefs. Ning Guan proudly held it in his hand, wrapped it around his wrist, and around his neck. How many times he joked that if one day he was hunted down and had nowhere to go, if he wanted to leave clues to his enemies, he would be on his way to escape. On this thin silk, the enemy's information is recorded and swallowed, so that he is really dead, and he can be regarded as a romantic ghost, with a girl's Xiangpa buried with him.

    What she said that day was just a joke, maybe neither she nor Ning Guan ever thought that it would come true.

    When she first arrived at the mourning hall, when she saw that there was no fine silk on Ning Guan's hands and neck, she was already suspicious, but Ning Guan was murdered in Wugou Villa, which made it difficult for her to trust the people in the villa.

    After seven days of lingering, she didn't go to find clues, she didn't go to Ningguan to come back in the middle of the night, she came to see her for the last time, she just sat cross-legged, adjusted her state, and climbed everything to the top .

    At the end of the seven days, she stepped into the icy coffin, opened Ning Guan's abdominal cavity inch by inch, and saw this piece of fine silk.

    The fine silk is dirty with blood, but has gray and black fuzzy handwriting.

    She's not one of those super smart people, but she's definitely not stupid either.

    The Dragon Vein of Wugou Villa, the Sword of Heavenly Son forged by Li Wu, and Pei Xinfang's sudden departure, what else could she not understand or think through?

    I don't know how long.

    The wind and sand beat the doors and windows, and it rained heavily in the dry wilderness.

    Yan Xuanji regained her senses, clenched the brand new silver gun in her hand, suddenly got up, and walked into the courtyard.

    The rain washed the sky and the earth, soaking the clothes.

    I heard the excited shouts of the people on the crazy beach, and all the pots and pans were put out to welcome the heavy rain.

    Some people shouted good rain, some people laughed and sprinkled water, some people hurriedly put away their clothes.

    Yan Xuanji closed her eyes and laughed silently.

    Suddenly, the sound of hooves came from outside the courtyard, and four figures entered the door in the heavy rain.

    Fang Jingyou was headed by the person. With his eyes full of grief, he opened his mouth and asked her in a low voice, "Where is Miss Yan going?"

    Yan Xuanji was a little surprised by their arrival, but still answered the question with a smile.

    "Shangjing."

    She said, "I'm going to kill."