Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke and Hao Liang stood in front of the head of the Yuancheng faction.

"You want to go in?" Yan Ke asked.

"Yes." Hao Liang replied.He bent down and watched the door carefully.There is a palm-sized compass-like object at the door, made of brass, the surface is as smooth as a mirror, with only a few scratches spreading along the center of the circle.

"Why?" Yan Ke asked.

"Has Zhao Xuehan told you about Zheng Fanghai?" Hao Liang asked.

"I said it." Yan Ke replied, "He said that Master Zheng was the murderer who hunted for Yuanshen and killed Wen Tiandong."

"Yes." Hao Liangliang nodded, "But his behavior does not match the Zheng Fanghai I know well. I suspect there is something strange about it. He has a wisdom stone disguised as Du Sumu Yuanshen in his hand, and I don't know who gave it to him."

Yan Ke narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do you recognize Master Zheng?" he asked.

Hao Liang suddenly realized that he had slipped his tongue. "When I was in Yuhuzhuang, I heard someone talk about it." He concealed it.

"Yuhuzhuang?" Yan Ke raised his eyebrows, Hao Liang coughed twice.

"Let's unlock it," he said.

Yan Ke looked at the smooth compass, for some reason, he felt that the lock was a little familiar. "You know how to drive?" he asked.

Hao Liangliang nodded. "This is a character lock. As long as you draw the character set by the owner on this disc with your breath, you can unlock it." He said.

Yan Ke looked at Hao Liang meaningfully. "You learned a lot in Yuhuzhuang," he said.

Hao Liang turned around in embarrassment.He looked at the compass and thought for a moment. "It must be these two words." He said, gently stroking the air above the compass with his hand.His fingertips dragged the golden light, and after he drew two words, the words slowly fell and were reflected on the compass.

Yan Ke looked at the compass, and the characters were "Tiandong".

The compass flickered for a moment, then dimmed, and nothing happened.

"Isn't it right?" Hao Liang frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then drew the word "Tiger Bamboo" in the air and landed on the compass.

Still not right.

"Didn't Feng Yuanxing change the characters?" Hao Liang muttered, and wrote the word "Fang Hai", but there was still no response.

He showed a puzzled look, thought for a while, circled his hands, and drew a crab in the air.The compass flashed and hummed dangerously.

"Tried four times, only the last chance." Hao Liang murmured, "Otherwise this door will never be opened..."

Looking at the compass, he frowned slightly: "Could it be..."

Yan Ke saw that he raised his hand hesitantly, and slowly stroked in the air. The lights intersected horizontally and vertically, forming the word "Su Fang", which landed on the compass.

The light of the compass flickered, the lines on it spread out, and the smooth surface disappeared, revealing a fine door lock.

Hao Liang's expression was extremely complicated. "I obviously asked him to replace it..." He whispered, reaching into the lock and opening the complicated devices one by one.The last step was to thread a copper wire into the tiny keyhole, but Hao Liang was clumsy and couldn't get it through.

Yan Ke shook his head lightly. He pushed Hao Liang to let him get out of the way, while he stood in front of the door lock, picked up the copper wire, and passed it through the keyhole.

As soon as Yan Ke hit it, the locks opened one after another, pieces of brass were removed one by one, and the door of the master's room also opened in response.In the corner of the last layer of brass, Yan Ke saw a crooked small character, probably carved on it with a knife.

It seems to be a word "ke".

Yan Ke's heart skipped a beat.Before he could take a closer look, the brass piece shrank into the crack of the door.The door opened wide, and Hao Liang let out a soft breath.

"Let's go in." He said to Yan Ke.

The room of the head of Yuan Cheng faction is not very big, not even comparable to the guest room that Liang Duo prepared for Hao Liang.In the room, apart from the bed and the table, there are many scrolls neatly arranged.One of the paintings lay flat and hung on the wall.It is a picture of a shepherd boy riding a cow.

The brushstrokes of the painting are sophisticated, and with just a few strokes, the image is lifelike.The shepherd boy is in the foreground, lying on the back of the cow, leisurely.There are a few willow branches and a few small flowers dotted nearby, a scene full of spring.

There was nothing strange in the room. Hao Liang closed the door after the two entered the room.Yan Ke glanced at the bookshelves, and they were all ordinary books.Except for the piled up paintings, the whole room is empty, like a room of a person who has no desires or desires.

Hao Liang didn't care about these calligraphy and paintings, he looked around with his eyes, and finally dragged a small box out from under the bed.

Hao Liang put the box on the ground, and a burst of dust flew up.He coughed for a while from the dust. "I haven't touched it for a long time. It seems that it belongs to Fang Hai." He said, "Fortunately, Feng Yuanxing kept it."

The things left behind are just a few fingers, a few brushes, some clothes, and an ordinary-looking teapot.

Hao Liang picked up the teapot, wiped off the dust on it, and looked at it with interest. "Is this pot also in Zhao Xuehan's room?" He asked.

Yan Ke nodded.This pot is exactly the same as the pot in Zhao Xuehan's house.But the teapot in Zhao Xuehan's house is the entrance to the secret room.This pot should be just an ordinary...

Hao Liang opened the lid of the pot in his hand, and suddenly a puff of black air came out of the pot.Yan Ke was startled, just when he grabbed Hao Liang's hand in a cloud of black smoke, the black smoke dissipated.Only the sound of the painting scroll falling to the ground can be heard.Yan Ke followed the prestige, and saw that the mountain of scrolls beside the wall had collapsed, and an entrance leading to the ground appeared at the corner of the wall, and the scrolls rolled down into the entrance one after another.

"It seems that it is really the same as Zhao Xuehan's teapot." Hao Liang said, he poked Yan Ke, "Go down and have a look?"

Although Hao Liang's tone and demeanor seemed very relaxed, Yan Ke vaguely felt the resistance in his heart.He gently squeezed Hao Liang's fingers.

"If you don't want to go down, forget it." Yan Ke said.

Hao Liang shook his head. "I have to go," he whispered, "I have to know why he became like that..."

In the secret room, like the utensils left by Zheng Fanghai, it was covered with a thick layer of dust.The secret room is extremely dark, and with a little light from the entrance, you can barely see something.

There is a table and a bed in the room. There are some objects on the table. They seem to be just some broken belts and discarded runes. Hao Liang frowned and searched in the dust, but he couldn’t find any key. s things.

"Strange." Hao Liang murmured, he snapped his fingers lightly, lit a small beam of flames on his fingertips, and walked deep into the room.He walked to the bookshelf, Yan Ke started to wipe off the thick dust with the wind.Hao Liang took out a book to read, and after turning two pages, he frowned.

Yan Ke looked over.The book is not a book, but it looks like a clip art book, every page is covered with torn paper, on which a few words or a paragraph are written, or it seems to be written in other books The annotations on the scrapbook were torn off by the owner of the scrapbook together with some contents of the original book, and pasted here.

The words pasted in this booklet are all in the same handwriting, as if written by one person.Hao Liang's face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost, he quickly put the book back on the shelf and pulled out another one.Unexpectedly, all the books on this shelf seem to be this kind of scrapbook. No matter which one Hao Liang picked up and opened, they were all pasted with similar shreds of paper and written in exactly the same handwriting.

"This is mine..." Hao Liang murmured with trembling lips.He ran his finger across the page, and there was a yellow piece of paper stuck to it like a post-it note.

"To Fang Hai, I will return from Yuhu Manor tomorrow, and we can get together then."

Hao Liang took two steps back and looked at the table again.Only then did he realize that the torn belts on the table were all indigo.

Hao Liang shivered, and suddenly felt a gaze directed at him.Yan Ke seemed to be aware of it too, he walked up to Hao Liang and protected him behind him.

That gaze passed through the darkness, through the flying dust, and cast motionlessly on the two of them.The two held their breath, but for a long time, there was no movement in the room, not even the sound of breathing except for the two of them.

Hao Liang hesitated a little, and stretched out his hand over Yan Ke's shoulder to send a small fireball forward.The firelight melted some of the darkness, slowly floating forward.A pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared under the light.

Yan Ke's heart skipped a beat, and when the fireball got closer, he realized that those eyes were just from a portrait.The painting is as tall as a person. Although the paper is a little yellowed due to age, the picture is very clear.It was a handsome young man in an indigo robe.His eyebrows are clear, and his eyes are as clear and cold as ice and snow.

Yet he was smiling.The slightly raised corner of the mouth makes the person in the painting look soft and amiable, more lifelike.

Yan Ke stared closely at the man's eyes, and suddenly felt a pain as if his head was going to split open.He seemed to see the person in the painting winking slowly at him and smiling softly.For a moment, the dark secret room seemed to fade away suddenly, and he and the person in the painting stood together in a strange room.The person in the painting looked at him, lightly parted his vermilion lips, his voice was as clear as a spring, but it seemed extremely far away.

"I really have to go, take good care of Xiaohan." The person in the painting said softly.

"Will you miss me by then?"

The portrait did not move at all, but the dark eyes of the person in the painting were like sharp claws, grabbing Yan Ke's heart fiercely.Yan Ke gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and instinctively grabbed Hao Liang's wrist.

He stretched out his hand indiscriminately, and slammed into the air a few times. When the warmth was finally held in his hand, Yan Ke felt a little relieved.However, the warm wrist seemed to be very disturbed, trembling all the time.

Yan Ke opened his eyes.Hao Liang stood in front of him.The ball of fire fell to the ground, illuminating the foot of the portrait, and also illuminating a thin book that was spread out in front of the portrait.

Hao Liang stared at the book palely. "Why..." he muttered, "How could he believe such a stupid thing..."

In the open book, there are crude illustrations.Light blue circles crowded the pages of the book one by one, gathering around a torn apart black figure.Next to it, there are six large characters printed in red ink:

"Yuan Shen Ji, old friends return."