withered prosperity

With a solemn face, Fu Bo entered the room with his head down.

When he thought of what happened last night, his heart was very heavy.

On the one hand, it is because it is too bizarre, and on the other hand, it is really very sad.

Twelve of the subordinates he brought over to be in charge of guarding and guarding died overnight.

He cultivated these very outstanding young people who were burdened by their backgrounds or experiences. Although it was also out of selfishness, his love for talents was not without a little bit. The painstaking efforts of more than ten years have now quietly broken down by nearly half. The blow to him is not insignificant.

The windows are closed, so even in broad daylight, the light is still a bit dim.

The whole room was quite quiet, only some slight rustling sounds came from the wooden box on the desk, as if something was locked inside.

When he walked past the sword wall, Fu Bo felt the same as before, his hairs were standing on end.

Yun Ji moved a chair and sat on the edge of the low couch, and it was the same as when Fu Bo walked out of this room two hours ago, not even changing his posture.

The same goes for the person on the couch, with his back facing this way, only his loose long hair and thin shoulders can be seen, but he can't see what he looks like.

Fu Bo knew who it was in his heart, but he didn't dare to look around indiscriminately. He only looked at his nose and his heart, and stopped at a distance respectfully.

Yun Ji finally withdrew his gaze from staring at the man, and turned his head to Fu Bo's side.

"I found it." Fu Bo said as quietly and quickly as possible: "It's just too big, and I'm trying to drag it up."

Before Yun Ji could speak, the people on the couch moved.

Yun Ji immediately shifted all his attention to it. He knelt down on the low couch with one knee, asked softly if he felt uncomfortable, and reached out to help the man up, but the man refused.

Fu Bo lowered his head, pretending that he couldn't hear or see anything.

"No need." The man had a good voice, and his voice was clear and mellow: "Can you wait for me, I want to see it too."

Fu Bo was very puzzled.

He knew the voice of Mr. Yan, but just after a glimpse, the silhouette on the side seemed to be very different from Mr. Yan.

The person on the couch was finally helped by Yun Ji to sit up, but after he sat up straight, he pushed away Yun Ji's hand.

"I'm fine." He cleared his throat: "I just want to change clothes."

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside the door." Yun Ji draped the coat prepared on the side over his shoulders. "Not in a hurry."

After speaking, he stood up, waved to Fu Bo, and signaled him to go out.

Fu Bo took a few steps back before turning around and going outside first.

Yun Ji walked outside the door, looked back into the room a few more times, and then closed the door.

From this angle, unless the line of sight can turn around, you can't see inside... Fu Bo felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"What about those people under your command?" Yun Ji asked.

"They're all dead, all five are empty." Mentioning this, Fu Bo's eyes felt a little tingly.

"I was too careless." Yun Ji promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter to the end, kill people for their lives, and never let them die in vain."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master."

They were standing where they could see the lake, and there were four or five boats on it, all surrounding a place.

"Fu Bo." Yun Ji murmured: "Last night, I encountered a very strange thing, I almost couldn't handle it, and I was a little scared..."

Fu Bo was taken aback!

He had gone around and checked carefully before, and indeed found many strange places.

Leaving aside what was in the lake, several suspicious bloodstains were found around the pine tree that had lost all its needles. If we infer from this, there were at least seven or eight people who broke into here last night. many.

And judging by the amount of bloodshed, those who broke in were more likely to be ill-fated than good, but they didn't see a single corpse, obviously there were other people who came to take care of them.

But Yun Ji said such obviously weak words, which still caught him unexpectedly.

"It's not that kind of fear." Yun Ji added: "I'm just afraid that if something like this happens again, I won't be careful."

He is not afraid of encountering such and such strange things again. After all, last night, he deserved to be killed, and he should be killed. Even if it was that weird child, he would kill her a dozen or twenty times at most, and he could always see the flaws. Come.

He just doesn't feel at ease... There is always a limit to all human power. In the face of those endless means, maybe a slack will...

"Yan Hai?" Yun Ji turned his head and called into the room.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just want to tell you that you don't need to worry." He paused, and then said, "I'm right outside the door, just call me if you need anything."

The room was quiet for a while before Yan Hai's voice came out again: "I'll be fine soon, just wait for me."

Although Fu Bo didn't understand what would happen if he tidied up his appearance, or why the pavilion master didn't simply stay in the room since he was worried, but he was very knowledgeable about current affairs and kept his expressionless face, continuing to pretend that he didn't hear anything.

"Where is it so difficult?"

"You will be able to get outside the city by night or tomorrow."

"It's too slow, let him hurry up."

"This...Mr. Pei is not good at equestrian skills, you need to speed up..." Fu Bo thought for a while: "Why don't I ask someone to bring a few more good horses to meet him immediately, and take Mr. Pei back in rotation. In this case, maybe tomorrow We'll be there around noon."

"Okay." Yun Ji nodded.

Footsteps came from behind the two.

Yun Ji turned around and pushed the door open.

Fu Bo took it for granted that it should be that Mr. Yan Haiyan.

So when he saw an extremely handsome man with a high crown and belt coming out of it, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Mr. Yan can at most say handsome, but this one in front of him, although he still has a sick face, is extremely handsome, and this particularly good-looking appearance...is indescribably familiar.

But based on his understanding of Shangjing, he immediately thought of where this extremely familiar beauty came from, and all kinds of speculations immediately flooded his mind.

Fu Bo had already thought very far, but Yun Ji couldn't accommodate anything else for the time being.

He originally thought that Yan Hai would return to his previous appearance, but he didn't expect that it would only cover the scar on his face.

"Using all of them will not only consume time, but also consume materials." Yan Hai saw his thoughts and told him, "Wait a while, please help me get those things left in the water pavilion."

Knowing that he was referring to Mirage Clothes and Yunxia Sword, Yunji nodded.

The sun was too bright outside, Yan Hai narrowed his eyes.

His hair was all tied up, revealing his pale neck, his face was still sick, and he was wearing loose clothes, making him weaker and weaker.

The warm wind was blowing from the southeast, and the clothes on his body fluttered with the gust of wind, as if it would sweep him away in the next moment.

Yun Ji grabbed his arm.

"What?" Yan Hai was taken aback by him.

"I'll carry you over." Yun Ji also stretched out his other hand.

"I'm fine." He choked for a moment, pushed the hand away forcefully, and his arm began to struggle: "Please let go, I can walk by myself."

Yun Ji loosened some strength, but did not let go of him, with a look of disbelief that he could walk by himself.

Yan Hai was about to continue to break free, when suddenly there was a rush of whistles coming from the lake.

All three looked over there.

Even though they were far away, they could still clearly see three or four cruise ships, dragging something huge and approaching the shore.