Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

After several days of investigation, Zhou Mu realized that the sudden emergence of the Phantom Pavilion was not an easy task, especially the few assassination missions he had received recently were all difficult nuts to crack.

Not only was there no flaw at all, even the handling of the matter was clean and neat. If the soul lamp hadn't been extinguished, no one would have known that the person had fallen.

It is said that everyone on the must-kill list will disappear within the deadline, no matter what their cultivation level is. Even in a heavily guarded holy place, they will disappear mysteriously.

When it is found, if the situation is good, it will be a pile of bones; if it is bad, except for the seal that can prove its identity, the rest will be turned into nothingness.

Even Zhou Mu was a little dumbfounded when he saw such means.

"How is this good?"

For the first time, Zhou Mu felt that things were so difficult.

Even when Chen Tai'a made things difficult for him before, he never felt this way.

It was as if things were a mess, but he couldn't figure it out, so that it became more and more chaotic, and finally it was like a mountain, pressing hard on him, making him breathless .

"Don't think about it so much. I have survived the ups and downs for so many years, and I am afraid of such a small thing."

The vicissitudes of life sounded from behind Zhou Mu. He looked sideways and saw a slightly hunched figure slowly walking out of the darkness. It seemed that he felt a little strenuous. Every time he took a step, he had to stop for a while until he was out of breath. Even after that, continue to move forward.

The old man was very old, the skin on his face and the skin not covered by his clothes were as rough as old tree bark, without a trace of muscle, as if it was only covered by a layer of skin.

Zhou Mu's eyes were fixed, and he walked over quickly, helped the old man to walk slowly, and said, "Sir, according to your opinion, do you think that the back of the Phantom Pavilion is really supported by the Eastern Region Shenzhou?"

Wang Xu shook his head and said, "Do you think it matters whether the Eastern Region Shenzhou participates or not? You are now a fan of the authorities, and what you have to do at this moment is to curb the wildness of the Phantom Pavilion at all costs." increase."

When he said this, he was already a little out of breath. After he regained his peace, he showed his usual kind smile and continued: "With the failure of these few missions, the reputation of the Black Ice Platform There has already been a cliff-like decline, and it won’t be long before the Phantom Pavilion will replace the Black Ice Terrace and become the most feared killer organization in the Huangtian Territory. At that time, will that be what you want to see?"

After saying these words, Wang Xu's complexion turned pale, and then he sat down on the armchair and took a while. Seeing that Zhou Mu was still thinking, he didn't bother, picked up the bag pinned to his waist The jug of wine drank leisurely.

After a few sips of wine, Wang Xu's face became better and he looked refreshed.

"Then what do you think I should do?"

Zhou Mu was still the same as before, with Wang Xu giving him advice, he didn't even bother to think, and directly threw all the problems to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu did not give the result as usual, but looked at Zhou Mu with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and said, "My lord, can't you use your brain?"

Hearing the helpless tone, Zhou Mu also chuckled, revealing a naughty smile like a child, "With you here, why should I use my brains, besides, I'm still young, I'll talk about it later."

Seeing this, Wang Xu sighed deeply, and said: "Now, we can only wait and see the changes, and respond to all changes with the same. If the Phantom Pavilion only wants to replace the Black Ice Terrace, then his current purpose has been reached."

Having said that, he slowly stood up, and with Zhou Mu's support, he stood beside the window lintel.

The windows are open, and on the ninth floor of the attic, just a slight cold wind blows, and it looks very piercing, like sharp needles piercing the skin.

Wang Xu took a breath of cool air, and suddenly a rosy glow appeared on his face, which was as vicissitudes as old bark, and his eyes, which were always deep, bloomed like beasts.

He grinned, and in a trance, he could vaguely see the ambition and vigor of his youth.

"If his purpose is not just to replace the position of the Black Ice Platform, then not only me, but those few will not be able to tolerate him."

"What do you mean, if the Phantom Pavilion's ambition is too big, someone else will solve it for us." Zhou Mu replied almost instantly.

"I'm afraid that some people can't hold back their excitement now." Wang Xu murmured, he looked towards a certain void, and that direction happened to be the location of Sihai Pavilion.

Zhou Mu couldn't understand what he heard, and just nodded in a daze, pretending not to understand.

Into the night
It was as black as ink, like a pot of ink was randomly smeared on the sky.

It's a little strange to say that it's getting dark very early today. In the past at this time, the sky was still full of morning glow and burning clouds, but at this time today, you can't see your fingers.

At night, the darkness is a little scary.

All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind, the leaves slammed down, the ground was dusty, and the neighing of wild animals from time to time added a bit of horror to this weirdness.

In the darkness, there seemed to be man-eating beasts running rampant.

In the room

Jiang Jinyu had already turned off the lights to rest, but she was sleeping on the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy anymore. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the old ceiling, thinking of something, her brows furrowed.

When she saw Feng Qitong, the feeling of deja vu in her heart always lingered in her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it, as if they were like the enmity couple in the previous life, but they became strangers in this life, and it was a little regrettable. Is not reconciled.

This feeling is very strange, very uncomfortable.

She sighed a long time, and murmured: "His name is Feng Qitong, is he really the Feng Qitong in my mind? Do we really know each other?"

The clear eyes flickered a little confused.

The confusion deepened, gradually occupying the entire pupil.

The last drowsiness hit, and he fell into a deep sleep.

at the same time
At the end of the corridor, which was ten rooms away from Jiang Jinyu, the candle lamp was still burning. Under the light, a slightly haggard figure appeared on the window lintel.

With the flickering of the candle, the man's figure was also looming. He was standing by the window lintel, the cold wind outside the house was blowing in, and in the darkness, it looked like a man-eating monster was scurrying.

At this moment, Feng Qitong's heart was very restless.

A few times when he saw the person he was thinking about day and night, he could only show the indifference of a stranger, which is to put his heart on the cutting board and cut his heart with a blunt knife one by one, piercing his heart. .

Only when he is alone, will he show that fragility, like a wounded wolf cub, licking his wound alone.