A glass of sick wine

late at night.

The Fuhuamen on the high mountain was pitch black, only a few candles were lit, and Leng Suchou was sitting alone in the wing room.

His face was as calm as ancient water, his hands rested on the hilt of the sword, and he held his breath all over his body. His whole body was like a cold and sharp weapon hidden deep in the darkness.

After evening, Yin Yanzhuo stayed with him for a while, then said that he was tired, so he went back to the wing room to rest.

Leng Suchou listened attentively to the inner room where Yin Yanzhuo lived, and there was no sound.

He must have rested.

In the same darkness, the charcoal basin in the warm pavilion was burning hot, so that the whole room exuded a smoky warmth.

On the warm bed in one side of the room, there was a weak patient who should have rested early, but he was half leaning against the bed, his eyes wide open.

With clear eyes, Yin Yanzhuo quietly looked at a slender column of tranquilizing incense on the candlestick.

Leng Suchou may be in danger tonight, and the shadow guards are already guarding the front hall.

In the inner room, there were only two boys in Tsing Yi who used to serve him.

The incense ash drifted gently in the night wind, and Yin Yanzhuo silently counted the hours.

When the stick of incense burned out, he supported the bed curtain and put on his coat, and walked out the door with his walking stick. The two servant boys in front of the door of the wing had already fallen asleep on the ground.

He gently blew out the candle.

Holding on to the cane, he turned around and walked slowly towards the backyard.

Pass through the bamboo path behind the door, turn around the corridor among the flowers, and enter a courtyard. The figure who has been walking slowly in the darkness stops for a moment. , frowned and panted lightly.

After a while, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

After another moment of silence, the door of the wing room creaked open quietly.

The night wind blew by, and the candles in the house flickered for a while, revealing a slender figure outside the door, dressed in plain white fur, and rosewood walking stick, neat and clean, but also infinitely gorgeous.

The graceful figure who came to answer the door was holding a hazy yellow palace lantern in one hand.

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "Young Master Yin."

Yin Yanzhuo smiled slightly: "Miss, late night meeting, don't have a lot of fun."

Mrs. Yue turned sideways: "My lord, please come in."

Holding on to his cane, Yin Yanzhuo stepped across the threshold, but his body suddenly shook.

Mrs. Yue also sensed his discomfort, and raised her head in concern: "Mr. Yin?"

Yin Yanzhuo whispered: "Madam, please forgive me, Mr. Yin is suffering from a serious illness and feels a little unwell..."

Yin Yanzhuo supported his forehead, and slowly leaned his head on Mrs. Yue's shoulder.

Before his head was close to the fragrant skin, he had already seen the woman's wide-open eyes in horror, and the corners of Mrs. Yue's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a secretive smile.

A huge black shadow outside the window rushed down head-on.

It was already three o'clock, Leng Suchou was sitting upright in all his clothes, and the surrounding area was still quiet.

In an instant, the flames and candles flickered.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Leng Suchou's mind, his face turned pale, he stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and yelled: "Yin Yanzhuo!"

People have fled away.

The servants all fell to the ground, he kicked open the door of the wing room, there was no one on the bed.

At this moment, he heard the noise coming from the other side of the courtyard.

Leng Suchou leaped onto the roof, and after a few ups and downs, he had already arrived at the courtyard where the accident happened. It was the courtyard where Mrs. Yue lived. The inner courtyard was full of female relatives, and a group of servants ran around indiscriminately. The ladies in messy clothes were supported by the maidservants to go out Run, a lot of scared to cry out.

Footsteps came one after another from outside the gate of the courtyard, and many martial arts fellows who came to Fuhuamen to express their condolences had also arrived. When a group of gangsters with knives and guns came in, some people turned their heads to avoid this ordinary scene, and some took the opportunity to go drill in.

Leng Suchou didn't notice the chaos around him at all, and flashed into the slightly shaking window, only to see Mrs. Yue lying on the ground, and Yin Yanzhuo had disappeared.

Leng Suchou hastily ordered the shadow guards who followed behind him: "Chase!"

He raised his breath in an instant, straightened up a few feet, stood on the top of the eaves, and saw a shadow flickering away in the distance.

He pointed at the tip of his sword and said angrily, "Houshan!"

The sound of the voice made the eardrums of people in the courtyard ache, and the people on the eaves had disappeared.

Leng Suchou chased the shadow all the way to the middle of the mountain, but the shadow disappeared in the forest. Leng Suchou climbed to the top of the pavilion and looked into the distance, the forest was dead silent.

Not even a whiff of wind.

He looked along the pavilion, and then searched all the way into the secret room. In the huge ice room, a few candles reflected the cold light, except for Yue Ziqian's coffin that was still parked, there was no one inside, that strange old man Also disappeared.

At this time, the sound of footsteps coming from halfway up the mountain, the first to arrive was the shadow guard of Dingzong Villa: "Villa Master!"

Leng Suchou asked: "Have you seen any traces of that person along the way?"

Ying San pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand: "No."

A group of people from the rivers and lakes arrived one after another with torches, illuminating the entire hillside brightly. Some small and dry pine branches caught fire and crackled, even the cold air in the middle of the winter night was dispelled.

Leng Suqiu saw that the leader was Hu Wanchong, who was known as the iron-armed ape in the Jianghu. He wielded two iron rings and two sabers.

Leng Su Qiulue saluted: "Boss Hu."

Hu Wanchong cupped his hands and said, "Master Leng, has he ever caught up with a demon?"

Leng Suchou looked back and said: "It is here that the traces are lost."

Hu Wanchong said: "But he fled into the mountains and forests."

Leng Suchou suppressed the anxiety in his heart: "I would like to ask Mr. Hu to lead the guards to lead the comrades, and we will search separately."

Hu Wanchong and Leng Suchou divided the troops on the hillside into several groups.

"Amitabha," at this time a calm and old voice came from behind the crowd: "That man-monster is highly skilled in martial arts, if you see it, don't fight alone, send out a signal for support."

Only then did Leng Suchou see a monk in a gray cassock slowly approaching in the darkness, the person who came was actually an elder from the Shaolin Temple, Leng Suchou clasped his fists and said, "So the master is here too."

Leng Suchou turned his head and said, "Search!"

The shadow guard shouted in response: "Decree!"

The torches quickly scattered, and several groups of people scattered along the desolate tall grass and dense forest in winter.

Leng Suchou led two shadow guards and ran towards the northwest corner.

Ying San followed behind him, saw that he had an unusual expression, and asked, "Master Yin—but—"

Leng Suchou yelled furiously: "I'm so sick that I'm half dead, and I'll only cause trouble for me!"

Having said that, he breathed out his true spirit, and with a few sudden ups and downs, he carefully inspected most of the dense forest.

Several people quickly inspected most of the mountain forest, but found nothing.

When he returned to the Banshan Pavilion, he saw that Mrs. Yue had also come up, supported by her maid, with a panicked look on her face.

Leng Suchou glanced around, and the Setou dwarf was already in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen just now.

The dispatched men and horses came back one after another, but also found nothing.

Leng Suchou frowned and thought, separated from the crowd and stood in front of Mrs. Yue: "Mrs. Yue, is there a secret passage in the secret room in the cave under the pavilion?"

Mrs. Yue hesitated and said: "This..."

Before she finished speaking, Leng Suchou had already moved, and he had already entered the secret room.