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The bottom of the pit is full of real and fake knives. These knives are all pointed upwards, facing a height of more than ten meters. No matter who falls here, they will die happily.

Ji Huai followed Zhan Hua, circling around in the forest of knives, and after half a stick of incense passed, the two finally touched the cold wall.

Zhan Hua let go of the hand that had been holding him.

Ji Huai hid his hands in his sleeves and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, as if there was still a trace of icy warmth remaining on them.

He turned his head to look at Zhan Hua, and finally asked the question in his heart, "Why?"

The question is so broad that even the person asking the question is a little unsure of what he is asking.

Why did the old man Ji, who had always been in good health, die suddenly?

Why did my cousin cousin go to great lengths to assassinate him?

Why did his mother and brother abandon him so happily?

Why are there so many people hunting him down?

Why did Zhan Hua risk his life to protect him?

The moment he was in mid-air just now, he really thought he was going to die.

It is said that people will think of the most important person in their life before they die, but at that moment, Ji Huai sadly found that he could not remember anyone, only the survival instinct and strong fear remained.

and sorry.

It's a pity that he couldn't say goodbye to Zhan Hua properly.

"The people from Cangkongmen came after them, and Xu Wang came up with a stupid idea of ​​setting fire to confuse his sight." Zhan Hua snorted coldly: "It seems that Quan Ning is entangled by them."

Ji Huai felt that something was wrong, but was quickly taken away by Zhan Hua's words, "Is Quan Ning the one wearing half a mask?"

"En." Zhan Hua said in a deep voice: "Quan Ning is currently working for Feixianlou. This person acts treacherously and fiercely, and is very good at using poison. Half of his face was completely destroyed by the poison in his body. It is extremely terrifying, so he can only be covered with a mask." , so people in Jianghu call it half-faced Rakshasa."

Ji Huai suddenly felt that the little wolf tooth in his arms had become extremely dangerous.

"What about Huan Ziang?" Ji Huai had to divert his attention in time, "What else is there to do?"

"Huan Ziang is the deputy head of the Fengyu Pavilion. He is half of the blood of a foreigner. He was born with blue eyes and is good at using hidden weapons." Zhan Hua explained to him patiently this time, "The origin of the Cangkong Sect is a mystery. The owner of the Sect is unknown. People in the martial arts world are generally unwilling to fight against them because they have ties to the imperial court and their methods are cruel."

Ji Huai licked the dry corners of his lips, "Then... what about you?"

Zhan Hua turned his head to look at him.

Ji Huai smiled, "You are so powerful, you should also be a great sect."

"It's just a nobody." Seeing him smiling innocently, Zhan Hua looked away lightly.

"Speaking of which, how do we go up?" Ji Huai looked up at the high place, but accidentally pulled the wound, and gasped in pain.

"Let me see." Zhan Hua reached out to untie the cloth strip around his neck, but unexpectedly Ji Huai took a step back and avoided it.

There was an awkward silence.

"It's okay." Ji Huaiqian touched his neck with a smile, and couldn't figure out why he was hiding for a while, so he added, "I just accidentally pulled it."

Zhan Hua's eyes sank slightly, and he withdrew his hand.

Ji Huai leaned against the wall, and the cold and damp feeling penetrated from his back, making him tremble a little.

"There should be a secret door underneath." Zhan Hua said.

So the two of them stuck to the edge of the wall and began to grope. After walking more than a dozen steps, Ji Huai suddenly found an uneven place, and said pleasantly, "Zhan Hua, there is—ah!"

"Don't press it!" Zhan Hua shouted to him from a distance.

However, it was too late to say this sentence, before the voice fell, Ji Huai had disappeared in place, the ground was rumbling, and the originally silent forest of knives began to change positions rapidly, making Zhanhua's past into a place of chaos. difficult thing.

Ji Huai didn't fall this time, and there was still darkness in front of his eyes. He recalled the feeling just now, and guessed that he must have accidentally pressed the switch of the secret door, so he turned back and wanted to open the secret door again. It took a long time but failed.

Ji Huai rested against the wall, the safest way was to stay where he was and wait for Zhan Hua to come to him, but a huge thrust lifted him up.

Ji Huai felt like a cricket in a bottle, being shaken to such an extent that he didn't know how long it took before the bottle finally stopped, and there was a grinding sound of stones rubbing against each other. Then a bright light appeared in front of his eyes.

Ji Huai struggled to get up from the ground, and crawled out before the door closed.

He plunged headfirst into the bushes, and just as he was about to stand up, a chubby civet cat meowed at him, then walked out with its tail raised and mighty.

"It's okay, it's a cat." A deep voice came from not far away.

Ji Huai didn't dare to move for a moment.

The situation of being chased and killed in the past few days finally made him sober a lot. It may not be a good thing to appear rashly when the other party is not clear whether it is an enemy or a friend.

"Why hasn't the master brought him out yet?" It was a woman's voice, even a little familiar.

"Did you meet Quan Ning?" A man's voice.

"Quan Ning is entangled by the people from Cangkongmen, there is no time...that Ji Huai's life is a threat, and the master can bear it until now."

When Ji Huai heard his name, he subconsciously held his breath.

"Last time in the cave, I counted his luck. I prepared all the medicines, and the only thing missing is the introduction of his medicine." The man's voice complained, "If you don't do it, you have to prepare those medicines again."

"Ming Ye, why do you think the master keeps Ji Huai with him all the time?" The woman asked doubtfully, "Could it be that he really took a fancy to his beauty?"

The man named Ming Ye choked on his saliva, "Don't talk nonsense."

The voices of the two suddenly paused, "Master!"

Ji Huai didn't dare to move, his eyes widened, but his eyes were covered by dense branches and leaves, he could only see a green leaf.

Then he heard the voice of "Master".

The green leaf in front of him became blurred, he thought he would be impulsive, but at this moment he was surprisingly calm, so calm that there was no change in his breathing, so calm that his eyes felt a little dizzy.

Ji Huai was too familiar with that voice.

Not long ago, he held hands with the owner of this voice to share life and death, and was determined to throw away those specious doubts and speculations.

But now he heard Zhan Hua saying:

"Find Ji Huai and kill him immediately."

Shock, astonishment, disbelief, and then the sadness and sourness pouring from the bottom of his heart to his throat, all kinds of complex and indescribable emotions overwhelmed him, and he was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Ji Huai used to think that the pain of a knife was just a moaning in the script, but now he really felt it.

Zhan Hua and the others whispered something again, and then the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

Ji Huai blinked, and the blurry leaves in front of his eyes finally became clear. He lowered his head, and saw the small piece of wet land on the ground through the light from the gaps in the branches and leaves.

?

Ji Huai raised his hand in disbelief, wanting to touch his face, but when he raised his hand, the blood on his palm was almost dry.

It didn't hurt.

Ji Huai stared blankly at the blood in his hand, and then remembered the wound on his neck that hadn't healed yet.

He is rarely injured and sees blood, because he is afraid of pain, so he takes extra care of his body.So how could he not feel whether the wound on his neck was new or old.

He just wanted to be with Zhan Hua, either to escape for his life or to find a place to live in seclusion from now on.

It's just some small wounds and a little blood, he can pretend not to see it, he doesn't know, as long as Zhan Hua is still by his side.

It actually doesn't hurt that much.

However, those chaotic guesses and questions at the beginning have now become clear, which suddenly made Ji Huai feel a little disgusted with himself.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and carefully pushed aside the bushes in front of him that blocked his view.

In fact, no one really cares about him, and can abandon him at any time—Ji Huai knew about this a long time ago, but he still puts hope on the people around him over and over again.

Like a beast who only remembers to eat but not to beat.

Ji Huai smiled, and suddenly felt that his heart didn't hurt as much as before.

He was just sad and regretful.