he doesn't use a knife

Youqin Honghe came out of the house.

This is the second time he has walked out of the house.

This time he walked out and had no intention of going back.

He tidied up the medicine box, washed his hands, turned around and nodded to Xue Lanling.

Xue Lanling followed him out of the courtyard.

He walked ahead, not walking fast, the sun first shone on his face, and then on his clothes.

Then he stopped again.

They stood in the shadows at the alley where the sun couldn't find it.

He spoke: "I have checked, and there is no trace on Li Xingchen's body."

Xue Lanling asked him, "What do you want to see in him?"

You Qin Hong said: "According to what I know about Li Mingda, with his insanity, it's hard to guarantee that he won't keep some great secrets on Li Xingchen."

"Unfortunately—I didn't find anything," he sighed. "If Li Mingda really kept some secrets on him, then I can use the excuse of healing to take it out."

He feels sorry.

He is fully prepared, he can cut open the skin at any time, cut open the flesh, to examine the "secret" under the skin.

But Li Mingda didn't give him this chance.

Xue Lanling did not feel regretful.

"Li Mingda would not be willing to treat his only son like this."

No matter how crazy Li Mingda was, Xue Lanling would never think so.

He hated him though.

He also knew what kind of conscienceless person Li Mingda was.

But it doesn't mean that he feels that Li Mingda won't soften his heart.

Quite the opposite.

In Xue Lanling's view, the less conscientious a person is, the more likely he is to have an extraordinary conscience.

Just because the conscience is all piled up on another person, everyone in the world cannot get Li Mingda's conscience.

Youqin Honghe said: "This makes me very disappointed."

Xue Lanling said: "If you really want to do it, you can continue to find an excuse now, and you don't have to always think about doing things for me."

Youqin Honghe shook his head.

He really wanted to examine the secrets under Li Xingchen's skin, but not all of them were doing things for Xue Lanling.

"There are a lot of strange things in this Jianghu," he said, "I have seen someone engrave a treasure map on the back of his own son, and someone hides a secret book in his stomach. What impresses me is that he is a poison doctor."

When he mentioned this poison doctor, the scene at that time appeared in his mind.

The slightest is clear, clear and profound, and it is really unforgettable for a lifetime.

He laughed and said: "He made a pair of these for his apprentice—" Youqin Honghe put his hands on his chest, and continued leisurely, "In order to hide the two female Gu that he carefully cultivated, he even forced his apprentice to speak like a woman." , work, and arranged a marriage for the apprentice so that he can continue to develop his poisonous poison. When I found him, both of them went crazy."

"One shouted loudly, 'I will definitely develop the most poisonous Gu in the world', and the other cried and laughed and couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. It's really pitiful."

However, the smile on his face did not diminish at all, and there was no mercy.

It can even be said that he showed great interest, as if he would also like to try one or two if the conditions did not allow it.

Xue Lanling listened casually, and said lightly: "It is impossible for Li Mingda to do these things to Li Xingchen. He likes Ming Yuzhuo. If that woman is dead, he will only protect Li Xingchen better."

You Qin Honghe is no stranger to the name "Ming Yuzhuo", such three characters.

When he heard Ming Yuzhuo, he also fell silent.

There was a long silence in the dark narrow alley.

You Qin Hong said: "That's right, if Ming Yuzhuo regrets it, then maybe we won't be able to see Li Xingchen."

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing, "If she regrets it, then she will strangle him to death and destroy all of Li Mingda's hopes."

"But Li Xingchen is still alive." Xue Lanling concluded in a cold voice.

Li Xingchen is still alive, which means that Ming Yuzhuo has no regrets in the end.

It means that when she reached the last moment of her life, she was still unwilling to give up that road.

She insisted on going to the end, to the dark, and could not turn back.

She may have regretted it, or she may not have regretted it at all.

I don't know if the scenery at the end is gorgeous and bright enough, and it is worth letting her go all the way to the dark.

Youqin Honghe sighed when he thought of all the past.

"Love is really a scary thing," he said.

When he said this, Xue Lanling's eyes fell on the dark corner of the eaves.

The sunlight is also embedded in it.

But the darkness is so black, no matter how the sun warms and melts it, it is unwilling to change its essence.

Xue Lanling's voice was very soft.

"So never love. Maybe blood is thicker than water, and you will turn against each other. Maybe you will go through life and death, and you will still betray your brother. The most untrustworthy person in this world is 'others', and the only person you can trust is yourself."

Youqin Honghe was startled.

They were silent with each other for a moment.

Youqin Honghe suddenly asked: "Would you like to see the Ming jade pendant?"

Xue Lanling smiled softly: "If she still has the courage and life to come to see me, then I will see her."

"But she doesn't dare to see me, she doesn't deserve to see me, and she doesn't want to see me either."

Youqin Honghe also smiled. He put his hand on Xue Lanling's shoulder, leaned closer and asked, "If, I mean, if you see her, what do you plan to say to her?"

Xue Lanling replied cooperatively: "I won't say anything, because she dare not come to see me."

The scorching sun poured down.

He raised his hand, barely covering a bit of the scorching light.

Duan Yishuang was standing in front of the door.

He didn't know where he was going and why he was standing here.

But soon he thought things through.

Because he saw Xue Lanling.

He saw Xue Lanling walking slowly from the shadows into the light.

The gold thread embroidered on the hem of the clothes is gorgeous and bright.

He stared at him intently.

Every time he stared, he felt that he was looking up at Xue Lanling.

When Xue Lanling came over, he approached him.

Then a hand wrapped around his waist.

Xue Lanling held him half in his arms, and asked him with a smile, "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Xue Lanling said: "I want to walk around and see if there are any other clues in this city."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Do you think there is something else hidden in this matter?"

Xue Lanling answered him: "Maybe there is no gratuitous hatred in this world, but there is absolutely no such weird 'murderer'."

Duan Yishuang understood: "Do you think the murderer might be seeking revenge?"

Xue Lanling looked down at him for a while, then said softly, "He must be seeking revenge."

Long Street, dead silent.

If Xuncheng had never experienced this upheaval, maybe people are still coming and going, rubbing shoulders one after another

Very lively.

Maybe there will still be countless loud chatter and laughter in the restaurants and teahouses.

But now they walk here, they just feel quiet.

Deathly quiet.

It turns out that a city can be so silent, as if it is already dead.

The stalls on both sides of the road have been covered with dust.

After the drizzle, the old ones will look sticky and darker, and the new ones will be thinner.

In the rouge shop, there are still a few boxes of rouge that used to be bright in color.

It was mixed with dust and dust, and the color was extremely dark.

Walking along this road, bun shops, noodle stalls, and wonton shops were all staggered one by one. The tables and chairs fell on the ground, and there were still unwrapped dough on the stalls.

The place where calligraphy and paintings were sold was even stepped on a few times, and the black footprints were engraved on the white rice paper.

They stopped here, and never saw the third figure from the beginning to the end.

All houses are closed.

But there was occasional breathing in the room, and occasional whispered conversations.

This is indeed a dead city.

There are still many living people in the city.

They were all overwhelmed with fear and refused to go out.

"This is the only way to the Northland, but such a major event happened here, but few people know about it."

Duan Yishuang's voice suddenly sounded.

His voice echoed slightly on the long street.

Xue Lanling said, "Maybe they took a detour."

"Detour?"

Xue Lanling stretched out his hand and picked up a little dust on the table, he said: "Accidents happened in Weiyu City and Xuncheng almost at the same time, and they were both very inexplicable events. If it is a coincidence, it is too coincidental. Duanlongju After the annihilation, so many people came to the Northland to investigate, but when they returned, no one mentioned the weirdness of Xuncheng, so there are only two possibilities—”

"The first possibility is that no one really found out, or they didn't care if they found it. The second possibility is that they found another shortcut to the Northland and no longer need to pass by here."

Duan Yishuang frowned: "Did you find the second way at this time?"

It just so happened to find such a shortcut at such a moment.

If you have to insist that this is a coincidence without any connection, I am afraid no one will be able to convince yourself.

Xue Lanling also nodded slightly: "So it's not a coincidence that these things are connected together. There must be someone who is helping the real culprits of these two things escape. Otherwise, such a drastic change in a city will never be ignored. But speaking "He smiled faintly, "If the court is still useful, the city lord in this city will not be hung on the city wall."

Duan Yishuang was startled: "Is the person hanging on the wooden pole on the city wall the Lord of Xun City?"

"That's right. I've checked. He has been the city lord of Xuncheng for 40 years. He was supposed to resign and return to his hometown. However, due to the turmoil in the court in recent years, his resignation could not even be handed over to the emperor, let alone someone to do it." New City Lord."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yishuang said softly, "Then maybe he could have escaped."

Xue Lanling replied meaningfully: "Not necessarily."

Duan Yishuang looked at him sideways.

There was a smile on Xue Lanling's face, his voice was low, but his tone was very gentle: "Those who do wrong, no matter how far they go, they will have to pay for it."

There is no obvious context in his words.

It seems that there are many unfinished words.

Duan Yishuang was about to ask again, but he picked up a paper fan in front of the calligraphy and painting booth and unfolded it.

Duan Yishuang followed suit.

The fan bone was rotten and fell on the table, and the fan surface was scattered in large pieces.

Xue Lanling sighed: "The workmanship is so exquisite, it was a pity that it broke when it rained a few days ago."

The door behind the calligraphy and painting stall suddenly shook.

Duan Yishuang looked up, and walked closer with the sword in hand, and saw that the door was jammed open.

He raised his hand and pushed in, and the wooden door was suddenly pushed open by him.

The person standing behind the wooden door yelled "ahhh" twice, startled by his sudden action, hurriedly retreated to the corner, curled up in the shadows and panted heavily.

The room was dark, and Duan Yishuang looked around with the faint light.

He was still standing outside the door, but when Xue Lanling put down the paper fan and walked in, he walked in before him.

They were standing in the house, and the heavy breathing was the first to be heard.

In the darkest corner of the house.

Xue Lanling took another step forward, and his voice became deeper, mixed with fear and panic.

Duan Yishuang had no choice but to say: "I didn't mean to offend, but just now the door opened suddenly, I thought it was you who wanted to talk to us."

The person huddled in the corner did not answer.

The man was panting heavily, with a heavy voice, and every breath seemed to hit the person's heart.

If he doesn't open his mouth, Duan Yishuang will never say much.

They also fell silent.

Xue Lanling suddenly smiled and said, "This is really interesting."

Duan Yishuang was easily attracted by him, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's interesting?"

Xue Lanling stretched out his index finger and brushed over them one by one.

The places that are hidden in the dark but are still shining are all in sight.

The Tathagata Buddha with benevolent eyebrows and benevolent purpose is offered aside.

However, the wall behind Tathagata Buddha is full of statues of real kings and gods.

Xue Lanling said softly: "What does the owner of this room believe in? He enshrines the Tathagata, but is full of statues of the Patriarchs of the Three Qing Dynasty, the incense burner is full of ashes, and the futon is not sunken. Tell me, what is he? Believe it, or not?"

As soon as Xue Lanling finished speaking, the person curled up in the corner rushed out.

The figure was wobbly, not fast, it could even be said to be slow.

But the man himself should feel that it is very fast.

He raised his head, revealing a thin yellow face, confused expression, and slanted lips.

His face can be said to be terrifying.

"Get out, get out!" He yelled at Xue Lanling, "Mine, mine! Get out!"

Xue Lanling remained motionless, with a smile on his lips: "You obviously invited us in, so why are you driving us out?"

The man's lips trembled, his body seemed to be convulsing. He took a few deep breaths and repeated: "I, I didn't! It's him! It's him! Get out, get out! Ghost! Ghost!"

Xue Lanling did not back down.

He dropped every word and every sentence, and his voice was low: "You have a guilty conscience. What kind of wrong things have you done that you need both Buddhism and Taoism to suppress you, a sinner?"

The man's eyes widened, he said "ho ho" in his throat, and shouted: "You, what do you know! I didn't! It was him, it was him! I didn't! I was right!"

Xue Lanling smiled lightly: "I really don't know anything, but I do know one thing - whether it is Buddha Tathagata or Patriarch Sanqing, they will not protect people like you."

The fear in his heart was suddenly hit, the man gritted his teeth tightly, and was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to push him.

His movements were very slow, and Xue Lanling could easily dodge him.

But Duan Yishuang quickly reached out to block it.

He was very slow, but he couldn't stop, his fingertips were about to touch Duan Yishuang's wrist.

Xue Lanling moved.

Xue Lanling grabbed Duan Yishuang's wrist, pulled the man behind him, and followed the man's approaching footsteps to exit the house.

Then they looked at each other across a small threshold.

No one is one step closer.

The man stared at Xue Lanling for a long time in the room.

He cursed under his breath, and slammed the door shut.

The long street was still deserted and dead silent.

The sun is not half hot, hot and scorching.

Xue Lanling did not move for a long time.

He was still standing in front of the wooden door, and Duan Yishuang was blocked by him, only the pattern inlaid with gold thread on his shoulders, and the long hair in a high ponytail that hung straight down.

The air around here seems to have stagnated at this moment.

Duan Yishuang suddenly felt guilty.

He is dull but not dull.

He felt that Xue Lanling was in a bad mood.

It wasn't until Xue Lanling turned around that he really made up his mind.

His heart would stop beating.

Xue Lanling grabbed his wrist with great force, the red mark was pressed in the palm, and only a little trace appeared faintly between the gaps.

Xue Lanling asked him, "Do you think I need you to stop him for me?"

He knows he doesn't need to.

But he didn't know why he wanted to help him.

Duan Yishuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he replied softly: "He can't hurt me either."

Xue Lanling said, "I don't need your help."

Duan Yishuang said, "I know."

Xue Lanling said: "When I don't ask you to help me, you'd better not do anything."

Duan Yishuang said, "I know."

Xue Lanling frowned slightly, and asked again: "What are you thinking?"

Duan Yishuang raised her eyes to look at him.

Those eyes are always full of frost and snow, clear and indifferent as if ignoring the world.

But once Duan Yishuang's eyes reflected his figure, Shuangxue would melt into obsession.

Duan Yishuang asked him, "Why are you angry?"

Xue Lanling said: "Who says I'm angry?"

Duan Yishuang put it another way: "You seem to be in a bad mood."

Xue Lanling said: "I rarely have a good mood."