Assassin 3 Wind and Live

Murong Li had a dream, which was the most terrifying nightmare he had ever had in his life except for his relatives jumping into the city and dying abroad.He dreamed that Yuzhao Mountain collapsed overnight, and the natural danger that had protected Tianquan for hundreds of years disappeared. Zhiming ignored his obstruction and hurried back home with his sick body.But a few days later, the bad news came from Tianquan that Zhiming was assassinated and died on the day he returned to China.He got the news and rushed all the way to Tianquan Palace without stopping, and he only had time to see Zhiming for the last time before sealing the coffin.He personally led people to conduct a thorough investigation, but there was nothing to investigate. The assassin was a dead soldier tamed by the previous king for Zhiming, and he was also Zhiming's personal bodyguard since childhood. After completing the assassination, he committed suicide without leaving any clues.The fatal wound on Zhi Ming's body was on his chest, where he pierced his heart with Xing Ming's sword.

Murong Li woke up from the cold, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, he just felt that his whole body was immersed in icy water, the cold was piercing to the bone, and he also felt a dull pain in his head, as if he had caught a cold.

"Fang Ye..." When Murong Li opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" Fang Ye pushed open the door and came in. Seeing Murong Li's face was pale and he couldn't stop coughing, he wanted to ask the doctor, but was stopped by Murong Li.

"No need, it's a cold, just follow the previous prescription."

Fang Ye was about to retreat when Murong Li suddenly asked, "Where is Feng Nai now?"

"Arrived in Yuheng two days ago, and has been at home since then."

"Send a letter to let him enter the palace."

"Yes."

Four days later, Feng Nai arrived at Wangcheng.Fang Ye led Feng Hui to the main hall, where Murong Li was sitting at the table and had already made tea himself.

Murong Li signaled Feng Nai to sit down, handed him the teacup, and asked: "Mr. Feng has a clever plan, do you know why this king summoned you here?"

"I'm stupid, I don't dare to guess what I want, and I ask the lord to make it clear."

"This time my king invites my husband to come, I still hope that my husband can solve my doubts."

"The lord of the country is polite, and I will tell you everything."

"Sir, do you remember that the night Zidui brought the walking corpses to attack the camp, did he use spells to communicate with me?" Murong Li lost to Qi Zhikan that night, and when he was in danger, he suddenly heard Feng Hui's voice telling him fight against

"Yes."

"On the battlefield of Yuzhao Mountain, when I confronted Zidui, did you tell me by voice transmission that you stabbed the Lord Zhiming with the star inscription to prevent him from turning into a walking corpse?" Murong Li couldn't remember that day for some reason. Some of the details, he only remembers that someone told him in a trance, but he couldn't remember who, until later he thought of the sound transmission of the night raids.

"No, I never spoke to the king that day."

Murong Li went on to ask: "The body is injured by Xing Ming, and after death, it cannot be turned into a walking corpse... But is it true?"

"It's true, Xing Ming is incompatible with the corpse corpse, if there is a wound left by Xing Ming on the body, even if the wound is very small, as long as there is blood, and then commit suicide with the magic weapon, it will not turn into a walking corpse. "

"When the king of Japan accidentally stabbed the Lord Zhiming in the chest, I personally saw it. At that time, the Lord Zhiming had no heartbeat, but why did he come back from the dead? Even the wound disappeared without a trace." This is Murong. What puzzled Li the most was that he didn't know why he thought it was because Xing Ming's protector saved Zhi Ming's life, such a bizarre thing, but he never thought about it, only now that he thought about it, he felt suspicious.

"Probably because of the protection of the Lord Xingming, or perhaps because he sensed that the person holding the sword did not want to hurt others. I am not at the side of the Lord Zhiming at that time, so I can't be sure."

"Mr. once said that if one day the king of Japan attacks the royal family of Tianquan with a star inscription, there will be a danger of the star inscription devouring the Lord. When the Japanese king stabbed the king of Zhiming with a star inscription, why did he just spit out blood and was bounced away, but almost nothing?" Unharmed?"

"This..." Feng Hui frowned, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and asked, "The Lord once said that this star inscription was forcibly taken from the Lord Zhiming during the fight. I'm afraid it's not true, is it?"

Feng Hui continued: "No matter who owns Xingming, it will be affected by the master's will to some extent. The king is safe and sound. It must be that Xingming has recognized the new master or the old master does not want to take the life of the master."

Murong Li nodded, feeling that what Feng Hui said seemed reasonable, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Fang Ye who pushed the door in, and he said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Lord Zhiming is gone. "

Murong Li was stunned, he didn't react for a moment, he suddenly stood up, and asked sharply: "What do you mean missing?"

Fang Ye was also at a loss, and replied: "The guards have been guarding the gate of the palace, and have not seen the Lord Zhiming go out. After breakfast, a waiter delivered medicine to him, and he didn't see anything unusual, but when lunch was delivered, the palace There is no one there. The subordinates have ordered people to search in the palace, but there is no news yet."

Murong Li felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, which was very similar to the situation when Zhiming was taken away by Zidui in front of the 20 Tianquan army that day.He forced himself to calm down, Yaoguang Palace was heavily guarded, it was absolutely impossible to take people away quietly.He had discussed with Feng Hui that when Zi Dui kidnapped Zhi Ming, he should have drugged him in the army, but he only cast spells on Zhi Ming.Feng Hui said that people's energy and spiritual power are limited, and manipulative techniques consume a lot of spiritual power. Ordinary warlocks cannot cast spells on multiple people at the same time. In other words, Zidui used the magic weapon to control the walking corpse by using the magic weapon instead of his own spiritual power.When the two armies were fighting, when Zidui controlled Zhiming, the walking corpse stopped moving, and when the walking corpse resumed moving again, Zidui took back the hand controlling Zhiming, which shows that he is just an ordinary warlock , unable to use it at the same time.None of the guards in the palace noticed anything unusual. Even if the person who came was Zidui, he should have sneaked in secretly. He did not use medicine or alarm others. He was probably still hiding in a corner of the palace waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Thinking of this, Murong Li felt relieved, and immediately ordered his people to send a message to the whole city of martial law, the gates of the palace were closed, and all the city guards were dispatched to search the city.

At dusk, the searchers almost turned over the entire royal city, but still couldn't find Zhiming, as if he had disappeared from the palace out of thin air.

Murong Li was burning with anxiety, and traces of fear gradually crept into his heart.Zhiming is still very weak due to blood loss, and often dizzy. He has to take medicine on time after three meals a day, and now it is said that he has been missing for almost five hours, and he has not eaten or taken medicine.He regretted calling Feng Nai for questioning in such a hurry, that day when he saw Xing Ming appearing beside Zhi Ming out of thin air, he always felt that something was wrong, recalled the abnormalities during the war, and had many questions in his mind, so he called him.If not, he was afraid that Zhiming would be bored lying alone, so he would bring the memorials to the palace where Zhiming lived for review on weekdays, and it was only a wall away from the bedroom, so if there was any abnormality, he would definitely notice it.But what's the use of regretting now?

As the sky was getting dark, Murong Li carried a lantern and searched around the palace, circled round and round, only to feel that the palace was empty.Now he extremely hoped that Zhiming had committed an old problem again, secretly ran out of the palace in a fun-loving manner, and then shook his head in self-deprecating manner, how could it be possible?Such a thing will not be done tomorrow morning.If he hadn't involved Tianquan in the flames of war, none of this would have happened. Zhiming would have spent his life carefree after Yuzhao Guan Tianxian. They will also accompany him well.How wonderful it would be if they hadn't met, Zhi Ming had thought this way too.

Before he knew it, he walked to the door of the pavilion where Zhi Ming lived, Murong Li stopped, and dropped the lantern in his hand to the ground, the candle in the lantern lit the paper, and it burned up after a while.

Murong Li rubbed his eyes, when he passed by here just now, the hall was clearly pitch black, but now there was faint candlelight shining through.He hastily ran over and pushed open the door, only to find Zhi Ming collapsed by the door.Trembling, Murong Li breathed out his nose, although his breath was weaker, it was very steady, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Just as he was about to call for someone to come, he saw a cold reflection in the shadow by the door. Xing Ming, who was supposed to be in the secret room of his bedroom, was lying quietly beside Zhi Ming.