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Nan Yang and Qing Huan detoured to the back of the hill, climbed over the hill with light kung fu without much effort, and landed behind Taihu Pavilion.Because looking from the front, the Taihu Pavilion looks like it is embedded in the mountain, so the Taihu Pavilion is almost built next to the mountain, and the gap between the pavilion and the mountain is narrow, and it happens that there is no Fentian guarding here.

The night was dark and there was no one around, but the sound in front of the Taihu Pavilion could be vaguely heard.Junqiao happened to lead the three of them to talk with the person at the door, and the voice came indistinctly.

Qing Huan fumbled back and forth in that row of windows, it was too dark, and she couldn't see where the dark window Jun Qiao mentioned was at all.This place should be a corner that has been forgotten all the year round. The space is small and dirty. She only touched a few times, and all she got was dust.

Nan Yang said softly: "Don't look for it. It's dark, and you can't find it if you look for it. Besides, these windows are old, and they must make noise when they open and close."

"Then what should I do?" Qing Huan rubbed the ashes in her hands, frowning tightly.

Nan Yang pulled out the Luoshuang that she carried with her, and stuck the snow-blue sword blade to a window in front of her. With a few ingenious scrapes, the entire window was easily removed. Qing Huan quickly caught the window panel and put it on the window. to the side.

Nan Yang jumped into the window first, followed by Qing Huan.There are five floors in the Taihu Pavilion. According to Junqiao, the group of people should be on the fifth floor.As a result, from the first floor to the fourth floor, only the stairs were lit, and the place they just entered was pitch black.

When the two of them entered, they heard commotion at the door, as if someone led Junqiao in.

Nan Yang whispered: "Let's go up first and walk in front of them, hurry up."

After saying that, Nan Yang jumped up the stairs with a beautiful lightness, without making a sound when his toes touched the ground.Qing Huan followed her up, moving up quickly, if she was slow, she would be bumped into by a group of people leading Junqiao.

There was no one on the first to fourth floors, and it was eerily quiet, and the journey was smooth and unimpeded.

On the fifth floor, above the stairs is a long corridor with elegant and simple decoration and simple furnishings.I think the end of this corridor should be where those people stay.This structure is too simple, so simple that there is no place to hide, not even a darker aisle.

Qing Huan and Nan Yang had no choice but to walk down the corridor before turning a corner. They heard two people talking about something at the other corner in front of the corridor. Pulled down the tight apex.

Can't be found, can't kill them, only hide.

Nan Yang decisively pulled Qing Huan back, wanting to go back to the original single-lane corridor, but before he could go back, he heard the sound of a group of people walking on the stairs over there, it should be Junqiao and his party coming up.

People are sandwiched between the front and back, and the footsteps on both sides are gradually approaching, the situation is really awkward.

Qing Huan bit her lip anxiously and looked around, but there was no place to hide in this corridor.

Nan Yang suddenly grabbed Qing Huan's clothes, tapped his toes, jumped straight up, jumped onto the beams of the roof, and squatted down firmly on it.

Qing Huan let out a long breath of relief.

But before she could let go of her breath, she immediately tightened her nerves again, gasping for air, her skin was about to explode.

There was a person squatting on the beam opposite the beam of the room where they were staying.

The man was dressed in black with a black mask, only his eyes were exposed, and he looked at them with a murderous gaze. He pinched a small object in his hand, and it was difficult to see clearly in the dark, but the man reacted quickly, and was about to rush. They held up the little thing.

Nan Yang jumped up lightly, turned over and quietly reached the opposite beam, and with lightning speed drew Luoshuang and swung it at the man in black.The man in black nimbly rolled on the beam, narrowly avoiding Nan Yang's sword, and raised a small object to Nan Yang again in a panic. This time, Qing Huan saw it more clearly. Something like a whistle.

Nan Yang pressed forward, but the long sword in her hand was not very useful in this narrow space, and she couldn't swing all the sword moves, and only fought back and forth with the man.

At this time, the three Fentian disciples came up with Junqiao and Wuji. Junqiao put the white jade half-face mask she had been playing with on her face, probably because she was afraid of being recognized.Qing Huan's heart was in her throat, and she watched helplessly as the group of people approached, while Nan Yang was still fighting with the man in black on the opposite beam, and the figures in white and black kept flickering, vaguely showing The sound of sleeves breaking through the air.

Nan Yang's eyes froze, and he rolled over on the beam, covering the mouth of the man in black with one hand, and the frost with the other hand stuck to the man in black's neck like lightning, and cut the man in black with a slash. A person's great blood vessel, that person died in an instant.

Nan Yang took the bamboo object from the man in black's hand, squeezed it tightly, and tightly covered the man's neck with one hand, blood slowly overflowing from her palm.

The people below had already passed here slowly, and Junqiao was almost the last one at the end of the line. She looked around while walking.

Nan Yang's palm still couldn't fully hold down the crazily flowing blood, a drop of blood suddenly dripped down vertically along her hand, and it was about to drip onto the ground beside disciple Fen Tian, ​​Qing Huan's eyes widened , wishing to fly down and catch that drop of blood back.

It's over, to be discovered.

If found out...

Junqiao suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and the moment he opened it, a drop of blood fell on the plain white fan.

Nan Yang only lowered his head and watched the situation below.

Feeling strange, Junqiao paused for a moment, then looked up, and saw Nanyang on the roof grabbing a dead man in black, with Qing Huan on one side, his face turned pale, he was startled.

Nan Yang raised the bamboo object in his hand to her, and his eyes met for a moment to convey all the information.Jun Qiaoyin's expression behind the mask couldn't be seen clearly, but she just closed her fan calmly and continued walking without saying a word.

The two people who were going to the stairs first happened to meet this group of people, and one of them whispered: "Go in quickly, the tea is cold after waiting..."

"This is already very fast." Another Fentian disciple muttered, and led Junqiao towards the depths of the corridor.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Qing Huan's tense muscles slowly relaxed, and she let out a long breath.

Nan Yang hung the man in black on the beam, tore off a piece of clothing from the man in black and tied his bleeding neck tightly, then jumped back to Qing Huan with a serious expression.

"Master, who do you think... this is?" Qing Huan lowered her voice.

"If there are no mistakes, they should also be members of the Burning Heaven Clan."

"Why? Why do people from Burning Heaven Clan still secretly hide in this place?"

Nan Yang picked up the small bamboo tube in his hand and showed it to Qing Huan: "Look, what is this?"

Qing Huan squinted his eyes and looked carefully. It was a small bamboo mechanism, a bit like a push pin, but behind the place where the piston should be was a smooth joint. Anything, as long as a person blows against the mouthpiece, the thing in the tube will be shot out.

Nan Yang fiddled with the thing, took it apart along the seam, and inside was a bunch of small black seeds, which looked weird.

"What is this thing? Why is that person guarding and holding it here?"

Nan Yang pondered for a moment, and said, "This is Gu."

"Gu?!" Qing Huan was surprised.

"Well. Do you still remember that the Duanxi girl mentioned earlier that there was a woman wearing Miao clothes in this group?... Miao Jiang is good at witchcraft, and the most famous one in Burning Heaven Clan is called Huangquan Gu." Gu poison, there should be people from the Miao tribe who are good at witchcraft in Burning Heaven Clan."

Qing Huan thought about it again, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, they said that people who go out from here look in a trance, and can't remember what they said..."

"They should have been infected by Gu. The process of being infected by Gu should be blown into the body by the man in black lurking on the beam with this bamboo tube when entering and leaving this corridor." Nan Yang said in a deep voice.

"We also passed by here..." Qing Huan was a little flustered for a moment, and pressed Nan Yang's shoulder, "Do you have any discomfort?"

"Don't worry, we shouldn't have been infected," Nan Yang packed the bamboo tube and put it in his sleeve, "If there is a foreign object close to me, I will definitely notice it. Let's go to the room at the end of the corridor first and find a place Stay and play by ear."

"Well...be careful of yourself." Qing Huan frowned worriedly, and then tightened her grip on Nan Yang.

"Just take care of yourself." Nan Yang looked softly, and stroked Qing Huan's hair soothingly.