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Chapter 38 The Murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer (14)

The night wind blows the crabapple trees in the courtyard, and there are occasional cicadas singing.

ugly time.

The door of the west wing was gently pushed open, and Nan Xian leaped over the high wall with ease.

Her current martial arts should have no problem facing three or four ground kills from Xingyulou, but she doesn't know anything about the terrain and guards of Xingyulou, so she still has to be careful.

Can Ye said that A Ruo was not dead, and she wanted to find A Ruo.

After walking a few hundred meters cautiously, Nan Xian found that the structure of the Xingyu Tower was not very complicated.

She groped as she walked, secretly remembering the path she had traveled.

On the road, I met three teams of killers patrolling the night. Nan Xian worried that there might be masters among them, so he carefully hid in the corner of the shadows, holding his breath vigilantly and slowing down his heartbeat.

Nan Xian heaved a sigh of relief after finding the Baoyan Tower without any risk.

The entire Baoyan Building was shrouded in thick night, and the building was eerily quiet.

The Baoyan Building has three floors. On the first floor, Nan Xian saw many tables, chairs and windows for serving meals. This should be the most common place where killers eat in the building.

I quietly went up to the second floor. The tables and chairs here are obviously more exquisite and luxurious than those on the first floor.

When Nan Xian came down from the third floor, he understood.

The Baoyan building is also divided into grades. The third floor is where the heavenly killer eats, with the most luxurious and luxurious decorations. The second floor is where the earthly killer eats. The first floor is where ordinary killers eat.

Under the shadow of the night, Nan Xian thought for a while and walked towards the backyard connected to the back kitchen.

Since the cook and the maid don't live in the Baoyan Building, they most likely live in the row of low old houses connected to the woodshed in the backyard.

Suddenly, Nan Xian stopped, turned to one side, and hid behind the wall.

A faint cry came from ahead.

In this silent late night, suddenly hearing the woman's misty sobbing cry gave a chill down the spine.

Nan Xian poked his head out quietly to look in the direction of the crying.

I saw something burning in a copper basin under the big tree in the courtyard. The tongue of fire crackled and sparks shot out from the arms. The red flame reflected the woman's tearful face.

Nan Xian watched silently for a while, listening to the crying of the woman Qi Qi Ai Ai.

"Qingqing, I burned all your favorite hairpin clothes to you, if you see it in the sky, you must bless me, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!

Ah Ruo was also taken away by Master Lengliu, will I be the next one?I'm so scared, I'm so scared, Qingqing, I really want to leave here, I really want to go back to Jiangnan, what should I do..."

In the huge courtyard, the woman's cries echoed for a long time.

Nan Xian didn't do anything directly, but observed for a while and saw that no one came out from the backyard, then appeared and knocked the crying woman unconscious with a knife, and ran to the third floor of the Baoyan Building with her on her shoulders, only to wake her up by pinching her.

Seeing that she woke up, Nan Xian covered her mouth fiercely: "Answer what I ask, don't talk nonsense, or I will kill you!"

The woman's face was still stained with tears. Hearing this, she looked at her in horror and nodded.

Nan Xian slowly let go of his hand: "Who are you? How did you come to Xingyulou?"

"I... I am a famous Jiangnan singer, I was arrested", I still wanted to ask something, remembering that Nan Xian told her not to talk nonsense, I swallowed it hard, looking at Nan Xian, a gleam of light suddenly burst into my eyes.

"You just said that A Ruo was taken away by Leng Liu, who is Leng Liu? Why did he take A Ruo away?"

"Master Lengliu is the one who brought Sister Qingqing and me to Xunyu Tower. He is the subordinate of the landlord. I don't know why he took Ah Ruo away, but none of the people who were taken away came back alive!"

Nan Xian frowned. There were indeed two killer guards beside San Sheng whose names she didn't know.

Lengliu should be one of them.

Ah Ruo was taken away by the cold current, there is no need to say where he was taken.

While she was pondering, the woman suddenly choked up and grabbed her hand helplessly.

"You are the girl who lives in Fushengyuan, right? Ah Ruo mentioned you to me, you know martial arts, can you take me out of here? Please!"

"Qingqing is dead, tomorrow it will be my turn to sing, I will die too! I will die too!"

The woman cried and murmured, her eyes full of despair: "There were seven of us when we came, and we were all famous actors who sang Jiangnan's little songs the best, but the landlord didn't like any of them, and if he wasn't satisfied, he would kill us... "

A trace of pity flashed across Nan Xian's eyes, but she definitely couldn't take Qing Qing away now.

If you can't, don't give the other party hope.

Nan Xian pursed her lips: "Do you know when Ah Ruo's younger sister, A Sheng, disappeared?"

"It seems to be... six months. Qingqing and I were arrested on the mountain a month ago. When I came here, I only saw Ah Ruo. Ah Ruo has been looking for her sister. I also know her sister from her mouth. Ah Sheng has been missing for six months.

Ah Sheng must be dead, Ah Ruo...Ah Ruo may also..."

The woman burst into tears, thinking of the result she was about to face, choked up and couldn't continue.

Nan Xian stood up, took out a silk handkerchief and handed it over: "Don't cry, although I can't help you escape, but you can work hard to save your life."

Hearing this, the woman stared at her with red eyes.

"The owner of Xingyulou used to live in a farmhouse in the south of the Yangtze River. The Jiangnan ditty he wanted to listen to may not be the famous ditties that are popular now, but the simple and simple farm ditties from a few years ago."

"You don't need to have great pipa skills, a cheerful and simple a cappella may be enough."

Nan Xian used several possibilities, because she was not sure, and she just guessed from the changes in Sansheng's expression when she was listening to the music yesterday, and after associating with the known plot.

Sansheng suddenly wanted to eat rice cakes from the Jiangnan farmhouse, and suddenly wanted to listen to Jiangnan ditties.

This proves that in this place in the south of the Yangtze River, he had a good (nightmare) memory that was engraved in his heart.

Nan Xian put away his divergent thoughts, didn't talk to the heroine any more, and decided to look for Sansheng's residence before dawn.

As the owner of Xingyu Building, Sansheng's living hall is not difficult to find, but it is as difficult as going to the sky to get in.

Nan Xian secretly recorded the number of guards in the open and in the dark.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he gave up his plan to find out all night, and quietly returned to Fushengyuan.

It is getting closer and closer to the fifteenth day agreed by Can Ye and San Sheng.

She was also a little anxious, didn't sleep, and directly cultivated her internal strength until dawn.

Canye and Guangyin go down the mountain No.12.

Nan Xian saw the inscription on the winter melon sent by Baoyan Building: "Thank you, girl."

She destroyed the winter melon skin expressionlessly and made a plate of braised winter melon.

In the next two days, Nan Xian spent half of the day practicing internal strength, and half of the time repeatedly practicing the sword techniques he had mastered in his previous life and the moves he had seen in this world.

At night, I went to explore the way around the Sansheng residence hall.

It's a pity that the palace was tightly guarded, and there were killers guarding the four corners of the southeast, north and south.

Nan Xian didn't dare to take risks, so he could only squat outside the hall every night, waiting for an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)