Young man, rich and easy to talk

Although the Evil Spirit Valley has a horrible name, except for the prison cell here, there are still mountains, rivers, flowers and birds everywhere, which is the most beautiful scenery in Qianmanmen.Wuming wandered around outside casually. When the patrolling guards saw him, he was sitting on a tall dead tree with his arms stretched out of boredom. The guards passed by under the tree, nodded their respects and left without daring to say anything. .

The terrain in the valley is relatively flat, and the scenery in front of him can be seen at a glance from a high place. From a distance, he saw two men dressed in gray cloth holding a stack of files and books, walking towards a courtyard behind the cell.A biting cold wind passed over the top of the tree, the branches shook violently, and finally snapped and snapped in two.

One of them looked back after hearing the sound, and saw that the branches of the trees stretching high above the eaves were empty, and there was obviously a broken rough surface.The two entered the room, neatly stacked the files on the shelf marked with the date, and cleaned up a few wood chips bitten off by ants and insects, then locked the door, confirmed several times and left.

Nameless leaned on the roof, seeing where the two had gone and couldn't see the shadow clearly, then from a place on the back of the roof that needed to be repaired, he opened up a small space just enough for himself to get down, and made sure that there was no one behind him. A light roll turned over and jumped down.

The room smelled of rotten wood that no one had seen all the year round, mixed with the musty smell of old paper and ink, and occasionally a mouse or two ran past the corner.

The prisoner's file is just for the convenience of the people in the valley. It records some insignificant things and is not very confidential. There are no heavy guards in front of the door, and few people will come to check it.This is even more convenient for Wuming, he tiptoed and followed the year marked on the shelf to find the cabinet shelf from four years ago.

The dossiers on the shelf were all yellow and unsightly, and Mo didn't seem to be a good ink either.Nameless flipped through the files one by one, searching for the names on the file without blinking, for fear that he might accidentally miss some key word.

According to Tang Liu's information, four years ago, whether it was Liu Yuexue's face-changing plan, or the time when the mysterious person was imprisoned in the Evil Spirit Valley, or when he went up the mountain, it happened to be in the winter of that year.The exact date is not known, but it can be roughly estimated that it was between November of that year and January of the following year.

It seems that a lot of things have happened in the door during these three months, because the number of files in these three months is more than double that of other years.Even a sect like Qianmanmen, which does all kinds of evil, needs centripetal force and a sense of cohesion to rule. It is unreasonable that such intensive punishments should not occur in such a big year.

Wuming took out all the files of these three months, found a hidden place behind the shelf, and began to look through them carefully.

Time is running out, and the right envoy will be found out soon after he went out for a walk and disappeared. He has to go back before the guards in the valley look for him, not to mention that Qin Xichao is still in that gloomy cell, despite his orders. It is forbidden to use torture, but who knows what kind of tricks those sadistic pawns will play on him.

But things are often like this, the more anxious you are, the more God will not let you succeed, but it just hangs and teases, making you scratch your head and scratch your head.

A thick stack of books was spread in front of him, and various names flashed across his eyes, but none of them could attract Wuming's attention.He even saw the names with several numbers before and after, which were recorded in the book for various reasons, and the word "death" was written in Zhuji on the results of the disposal.

From one to ten, except there is no six.

Wuming thought of Tang Liu, and thought that these dead figures were probably his brothers with tragic fate.In this way, the nine dead and the sixth alive mean that Wuming himself is not on the face-changing list?

He shook his head and put the question aside, turned over the pages and continued to read, and there were still some names of passers-by, A, B, C, D.

As time passed inch by inch, even if there were more than a dozen rosters, he went back and forth and read them countless times, but he still didn't find any suspicious names.Wuming was very discouraged, the gears in his mind were spinning rapidly, but his subordinates were numbly packing up the files.

As soon as I got up, sitting on my knees for a long time caused a momentary loss of sense of blood in my legs and feet. When my knees softened, I fell face down on the floor, and my nose hurt from hitting the ground.

"Damn it!" Wuming grinned and wiped his nose. Seeing that no blood was spilled to leave evidence, he simply lay on his side on the ground, arched his body and rubbed his numb legs.

It was this side that allowed Wuming to see a broken piece of paper exposed from the bottom of the cabinet, to see where the shape was torn from.He reached out with his arms outstretched, cleaned off the dust accumulated over the years, and saw two words that made him forget the pain in his body and quickly sat up with concentration.

And these two words, it is impossible for him to forget them when they are turned into ashes.

——Tang Mu.

And the small words with faint ink marks on the back made Wuming frowned even more.

"Enter the valley for interrogation... the traitor of Qian Manmen, the son of Tang Xian, the former master of Jueming Hall..." The dead rival Tang Mu buried in Fufeng Mountain Villa turned out to be the son of Tang Xian, the owner of the sword manual, and Tang Xian turned out to be the one who had disappeared for a long time. Year's Jueming Hall Master!

Wuming continued to read, and only recorded some irrelevant content, but when it came to the processing result... it was blank.

"Master Right Envoy! Lord Right Envoy!"

Suddenly there were a few shouts outside the door, Wuming reacted solemnly, quickly put the messy files on the ground back to their original positions, stuffed the piece of paper that recorded Tang Mu into his bosom, dug out the same way out of the attic, and groped for cover. The narrow path avoids the people who come to look for him.

I can't help thinking while walking.

Qin Xichao said that he and Tang Mu met ten years ago, and until Tang Mu passed away four years ago, he spent the entire six years with Qin Xichao.Tang Mu's father, Tang Xian, is the head of Qian Manmen's Jueming Hall, so is Tang Mu actually Qian Manmen's person?The records in the valley cannot be falsified. According to the records on the piece of paper, Tang Mu did enter the Valley of the Evil Spirits, and he was obviously tortured. The blankness in the disposition results shows that the group of people did not intend to beat him to death directly.

Then why did Tang Mu die? Is it the torture of the Evil Spirit Valley? Why did Qin Xichao say that he died in a massacre that wiped out his family?Why did he return to Fufeng Villa after his death?

Wuming suddenly remembered what Yuan Le once said, saying that he had witnessed "myself" killing people in front of the valley.

So the person who made trouble in Evil Spirit Valley four years ago, could it be Tang Mu?Recalling carefully, the day when Tang Mu went to the valley for interrogation was a month after he went up to the mountain.That is to say, he went up the mountain a month earlier than Tang Mu, and there didn't seem to be any fragments of chaos in his memory.

Tang Mu had obviously been so close to him, but he had no memory, as if he and Tang Mu were living in two worlds.

Wuming's brain hurt from thinking about it, and when he came back to his senses, he had already walked back to the door of Qin Xichao's cell.

But hearing the silence inside, without the slightest movement of torture, Wuming suddenly felt an ominous premonition.He put aside distracting thoughts and walked in quickly, only to vaguely hear someone's voice speaking, "Quickly tell me, what's the purpose of lurking beside the right envoy? Who sent you here?"

Qin Xichao responded in a low voice, "Well..."

"Third brother, I can't do it anymore, I'm afraid something will go wrong if I do it again!"

"What are you afraid of, don't you think he is still awake! I think he can drink more..."

When Wuming heard it, he yelled in his heart that it was bad, those savages actually used poison!

The shelf that locked Qin Xichao was brought down to the level, and a person in the room was pouring a bowl of some kind of dark green liquid, holding it danglingly and trying to force him to pour it down.Before this hand was tilted, Wuming lifted his true energy and kicked it over. With a sound of "ouch", he kicked the person and the bowl, and the liquid as green as a deep lake splashed all over the ground.

"Qin Xichao!"

Wuming picked out the sword flower and cut off the iron chain on the torture rack, but saw that Qin Xichao was still in the chained posture, as if he didn't understand that he had been loosened, and slowly blinked at Heiququ. The stone roof of the cell.

After a long while, I heard the voice turned away, stretched out my hand and shook the nameless fingers loosely, and the pupils of the eyes were slightly dilated.

"... Wuming," Qin Xi called out, "... Wuming?"

Wuming's heart tightened for a while, and he tightly held Qin Xichao's hand with one hand, pointed his sword at the prisoner kneeling beside him, and shouted sharply: "What did you eat for him?!"