Brilliant thorn

"God—"

Yan Feishuang walked over and saw the tragic scene in the painting. He was extremely sad and indignant, and couldn't bear it: "How can there be such a vicious person in the world? Just for a single sword manual, you can make such a tragic scene like slaughtering people all over your family." Evil deeds? Isn’t he afraid of nightmares and retribution?”

Xiao Jue smiled, Cui Yushu taught him "Put yourself first when you kill someone, and gouge out your heart first when you kill yourself", how can a person who has no heart be afraid or regret it?

What's more, he doesn't have to worry about retribution now.

Yan Feishuang didn't notice his expression, frowned, and continued: "If this painting is real, then...wouldn't it be true that all the guests who attended the banquet at that time could not escape death?"

After finishing speaking, she felt that something was wrong. Is the master who raised her eyes so powerful?I'm afraid it's impossible to fight against the crowd with one, right? "

Shi Yi was stunned, and said: "Maybe... he brought his eagle claws to premeditate in advance, and strike when the guests are drunk."

"No," Fu Shaoyu shook his head, "It has been less than [-] years since Taxian Pavilion broke away from the Chiyue Demon Cult and came to the Central Plains. If you count the time, Cui Yushu hadn't established a firm foothold in the Central Plains at that time. , aroused public outrage in the martial arts world, how could the Taxian Pavilion survive to this day?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, these words were reasonable, but if it was true as what Fu Shaoyu said, then Cui Yushu must not be the only one behind the Ling's murder.

After a long time, Yan Feishuang sighed.

It's been too long since this bloody case, these juniors were not even born back then, if you really want to find out the truth, it's really hard to reach the sky.

"When I return to Shangye, I must ask my father carefully, maybe he knows something about the past. How can Wulin tolerate such a villain?"

Xiao Jue said abruptly: "Shang Ye?"

The cold person along the way suddenly took the initiative to ask, and the other three people turned their attention to him, but he stared at Yan Feishuang intently.

"...Ah," Yan Feishuang wanted to look at Xiao Jue but was embarrassed to look at each other, so his eyes averted a little, "I am from Shangye, Yueqi Fengxiao, Yan Wuji is my father, Mr. Xiao... has been there Shangye?"

Not only have you been there?

There is still an old account left there, which has not yet been settled.

Xiao Jue's eyes turned cold, he didn't answer, and turned to search elsewhere.

Yan Feishuang was a little embarrassed, and twisted the cuff with her fingers, round and round.

"He is not good at dealing with people, Sister Shuang, please don't mind." Fu Shaoyu explained in time, Yan Feishuang pursed her red lips and shook her drooping head, thinking that Xiao Jue was still blaming her for the cold pool.

Several people searched the entire treasure house in silence, except for the few pages of sword manuals and picture scrolls, there was no clue.

They began to look for the exit, but the entire cave seemed to form a huge closed loop here, completely sealing off several people.

"Continuing like this is not an option. Should we turn back as soon as possible and find a way to remove or split that stone?" Shi Yi sat on the ground, leaning on a table leg, and rested for a while.

Yan Feishuang also wanted to sit beside him, Fu Shaoyu dragged the Taishi chair over and said, "Sit here, the ground is cold."

There was a sneer from the desk table, Fu Shaoyu looked down, and met a glass-like eye.

Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Brother Shaoyu is so considerate, one day he will become the son-in-law of Moon Weeping Phoenix Xiao."

Yan Feishuang had just touched the chair with her buttocks, and upon hearing this, she couldn't sit still.

"Brother Fu, I'm fine, I'll sit over there."

She blushed and moved to the distance, sat opposite Shi Yi, next to the pile of jewels, hugged her knees and said nothing.

"You can't talk nonsense." Fu Shaoyu looked at Xiao Jue with displeasure, and his tone was a little harsh.

Xiao Jue rested his arms on his head with a relaxed expression, obviously he didn't take his warning to heart.

"For a prominent family like the Yan family, it is most dignified to choose a son-in-law who is of the right family. But—"

He deliberately dragged the end of the sound, his eyes lingered on Fu Shaoyu's face, and the smile in his eyes was sharp.

"Brother Shaoyu is young and promising, and he has a good appearance. Even if he is born by a lowly maidservant, he will not dislike Yueqi Fengxiao if he wants to come."

Fu Shaoyu's face completely sank.

Shi Yi frowned, he always felt that Xiao Jue was quite hostile towards the Yan family, both inside and outside the words.

Yan Feishuang looked down at her own toes, and said softly, "My father always said 'A hero doesn't ask where he comes from'."

Hearing this, Xiao Jue lay on the table laughing until his eyes curled into slits. He turned sideways, propped his head on one hand, and looked at Yan Feishuang: "This is very good, and it really has the style of a family. Can Miss Yan Would you like to talk more with me, what other teachings does your father have? Xiao Jue will listen attentively."

Yan Feishuang finally raised his head and met Xiao Jue's gaze, unable to tell whether his words were sarcasm or sincerity.

The smile in that eye was too bewitching.

"Isn't it easy to listen to teaching?" Fu Shaoyu interrupted, "When I get out of here, Fu will talk to you carefully."

Xiao Jue looked at him lazily: "Is this the beginning of calling yourself the Yan family?"

Before Fu Shaoyu could answer, he smiled and looked at Yan Feishuang again, and said softly, "Xiao Jue only wants to listen to Miss Yan."

Yan Feishuang looked away in a panic, her earlobes felt hot.

Shi Yi looked at this, looked at that, took out dry food from his arms and distributed it, and changed the subject: "I haven't eaten for a day, so let's fill my stomach first, and then go back and think about how to deal with that stone."

Without saying a word, Fu Shaoyu sat beside Shi Yi, leaning his back on the other table leg, and ate the food.

"Actually..." Yan Feishuang bit a corner of the pancake, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't think we should turn back, there must be an exit here."

"Why are you so sure?" Shi Yi asked.

"If the exit is only the one when we came, how many times will the room full of gold, silver and jewelry have to be carried back and forth?" Yan Feishuang analyzed, "What's more, the collapsed stone palace was intact before we arrived. Yes, it can’t be that Cui Yushu repaired that mechanism to completely seal this place, and never plan to see his treasure again?”

Xiao Jue lay flat again, put one hand on his covered left eye, thinking that Yan Wuji had given birth to a smart daughter.

"What do you think, brother Fu?" Shi Yi felt that his cousin's words made some sense.

"En." Fu Shaoyu was not in high spirits, and his voice was dull, "I will look for it later."

"I'm full, I'll go take a look."

Yan Feishuang wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and the Ye Mingzhu she had put in her arms fell out when she got up, and rolled to Fu Shaoyu's feet twice.

When she was about to pick it up, Fu Shaoyu suddenly pressed her hand.

"Fu, Brother Fu?"

The person on the table quietly opened his eyes and glanced to the side. From his angle, he could only see the girl's slightly red face.

"Sorry, Ye Mingzhu will lend me a loan first."

Yan Feishuang nodded again and again, withdrew his hand, and squatted aside, watching Fu Shaoyu frowning and staring at the night pearl on the ground, "What's wrong? There's something wrong with the night pearl?"

Shi Yi didn't eat anymore, so he leaned over to check.

Fu Shaoyu shook his head and said nothing, picked up the dust on the ground with his slender fingers and put it under his nose to smell it carefully, his eyebrows frowned more tightly, "It's blood."

Shi Yi was surprised, and when he got closer, he realized that the color of the earth in this place was a bit darker than other places, but the candlelight reflected the golden light in the room, and no one would pay attention to the color of the mountains and soil under their feet.

The smell of blood in the mud has not dissipated completely, indicating that the blood is fresh.

Xiao Jue sat up suddenly, pulled a picture scroll with his hand and unfolded it again, sniffed it twice, his forehead was suddenly pressed lightly, he raised his eyelids, and fell into an abyss that was close at hand.

After staring at each other for a while, Fu Shaoyu straightened up, denying Xiao Jue's suspicion: "Normal paint, not blood."

Xiao Jue threw the painting aside, put one hand behind his back, looked up at the roof which was nearly two heights away from him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said unhurriedly: "There."

Yan Feishuang fetched a lamp from the corner, Fu Shaoyu took it, jumped onto the table and inspected it carefully, and found a blood-stained slit.

He bent down and put the candle in Xiao Jue's hand, took a deep look at him, then jumped up, trying to open the slit.

It's just that there is nothing to cling to around, and there are limited things he can do for a moment in the air. After a few attempts, he brushed off the dust on his clothes and said, "It's a cover, and there should be heavy objects on it."

He lightly kicked Xiao Jue's ass, in exchange for a slap in the face.

Fu Shaoyu said: "I'll carry you up to try."

Seeing Xiao Jue not moving, Shi Yi put away his long knife and said, "Brother Fu, let me come, you step on my shoulder."

"No, your shoulder is injured, and you should rest first." Fu Shaoyu kicked Xiao Jue again, and a faint smile appeared on his face again: "Be good, get up quickly."

He opened his arms and leaned over to hug him, the collar was grabbed suddenly, Xiao Jue used his strength to stand up.

Fu Shaoyu's neck was hurting from being strangled, but he was not annoyed, he took a good step and said with a smile: "Come on."

Xiao Jue glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, when he easily jumped onto Fu Shaoyu's shoulder, his figure wobbled a little and then stabilized.

There was a heavy force from his ankle, and he lowered his eyes, facing Fu Shaoyu's looking up.

"Don't worry, I can't fall on you."

Xiao Jue turned his toes slightly, rubbed his boots lightly on that handsome face, then stood uprightly, and raised his arms above his head, trying to remove the three-foot-square cover.

It was indeed very heavy, and every time he opened it up a little, the cover was soon pushed back to its original position due to the lack of height.

"Why don't you try moving the chairs onto the table?" Yan Feishuang suggested.

Xiao Jue lost his patience, the cover was not made of iron, and it would be better to destroy it with a sword than to forcefully push it open.

Frost "snapped" a few times, and many stones and sawdust fell from the top of his head, Xiao Jue turned around to avoid it, his clothes were not stained with dust, but Fu Shaoyu was hit firmly on his left shoulder, and he couldn't help groaning.

"Brother Fu, are you alright?" Shi Yi waved away a piece of debris for him in time, giving Fu Shaoyu a chance to escape.

"No problem." Fu Shaoyu looked up at a wide crack in the roof that was violently dismantled. He stepped aside and said, "There is still something blocking it. Shi Yi, swing your knife twice to break it open. That should be the exit." That's right."

"Okay, you all go far away, don't get hurt." Shi Yi drew his long knife out of its sheath, injected his inner strength, and slashed at the top of his head twice, only to hear a clattering sound, gold foil and jade poured down from the top of his head, hitting the table On the road, it seemed like a short-lived hailstorm.

The square exit was completely opened, and the top was black, and it was unknown where it led.

"I'll explore the way first."

Shi Yi leaped bravely and disappeared into the darkness. Yan Feishuang looked at his head nervously, didn't they owe each other?Just now, how did I provoke you again? "

Xiao Jue patted his hand away, with a half-smile: "It has nothing to do with you, don't be too sentimental."

"It has nothing to do with me, but it hurts me, then I will call for injustice and blame you." When Fu Shaoyu said this, he was quite rascal.

Xiao Jue glanced at him, but before he could speak, Shi Yi's voice came from above his head: "There... is no one here, but there is something else, Brother Fu, come up and have a look."

"Then cousin, you step aside, I'm coming." Yan Feishuang performed lightness kung fu, she was slender, and easily jumped up to the top hole, followed by a hurried exclamation, and Shi Yi hurriedly comforted her.

Fu Shaoyu and Xiao looked at each other without further delay, and entered the roof one after another.

Before he could see the surrounding environment clearly, the familiar and unpleasant smell of decay made Xiao Jue understand everything.

The treasure house of the underground palace was actually located under the Que Ling Terrace, and it was also connected to the dark room of Cui Yushu's bedroom. The entrance was blocked by two unfilled wooden boxes in the center of the dark room.

"Why, why are there so many heads?!" Yan Feishuang curled up in Shi Yi's arms, not daring to take another look.

Shi Yi covered her eyes, the tip of his nose was filled with a strong rancid smell, which made his complexion look ugly: "This Cui Yushu is really ridiculous and inhuman."

Xiao Jue touched the lamp on the wooden frame next to him, handed it to Fu Shaoyu to light it, and the room was brightened instantly.

He glanced back at the pile of heads next to the crack in the floor. More than 20 heads rolled to the ground, looking a bit disgusting.

Presumably, when he swung his sword on the lower floor just now, the wooden box shook and knocked it down.

"Did Cui Yushu kill these people?" Yan Feishuang calmed down a little, but still clenched his cousin's sleeve tightly, "Does he have a habit of collecting heads?"

Xiao Jue sneered, held up the candle and kicked away a head at his feet, trying to find Cui Yushu's head to open the girl's eyes, but his face gradually became gloomy.

Seeing this, Fu Shaoyu walked to him and asked, "What's the matter? Anyone know?"

Xiao didn't answer, and looked at the heads one by one.

No.

Cui Yushu's head...is missing.