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The situation in the tomb is very chaotic.

The lake water kept pouring into the main tomb. Nanyu Mingye and Song Nan were entangled with the Fusi people in Beizhen. However, the other party had a large number of people and soon surrounded Ji Huai and Zhanhua.

The Martial Arts League, headed by Heng Taki, was watching from the sidelines, obviously not intending to intervene.

The broken soul threads were nailed to all sides of the wall of the tomb in a criss-cross pattern, the thin wrist flipped, blood splashed everywhere, the human head and severed arm rolled to Ji Huai's feet, the blood instantly smeared in the water, soaking Ji Huai's boots.

He felt his stomach churning, but he still had a pale face and didn't take half a step back.

"Don't watch if you don't want to." Zhan Hua pulled him behind him.

Ji Huai was staggered by him, and a hidden arrow came straight at him from behind, and was knocked away by a dart halfway. Ji Huai turned his head and saw Quan Ning standing in front of him.

"Ah Huai, look, this fake bald donkey can't protect you at all." He jokingly raised his eyebrows at Ji Huai, "Why are you still following him so hard?"

Before he finished speaking, he simply and neatly put down a large group of officers and soldiers from Beizhen Fusi, and reached out to catch Ji Huai.

Before Ji Huai could speak, Zhan Hua put one arm into his arms.

Just as Ji Huai was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Quan Ning's face like an enemy, and felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to struggle, he found that the slender silver thread was only a short distance away from him. Zhan Hua's hoarse voice sounded close to his ear :"do not move."

Ji Huai suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

"Ye Zhanhua!" Quan Ning stared at him vigilantly.

Song Nan and Mingye Nanyu, who were fighting the enemy together, were also stunned. The Fusi people in Beizhen were also confused, and the Wulin League members who were watching from the sidelines were also unclear about the situation. There was still a posture of living together and dying together, but now the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Ji Huai was shivering all over, he didn't know if it was because of the icy cold lake water in the winter or because of the surging anger in his heart.

Zhao Yue, who was lying on the ground, was supported by Song Nan and stood up with difficulty. He covered his wound and said angrily: "Sure enough... Hell Sea has already colluded with the imperial court."

Ji Huai was pulled back two steps, and a strange and hoarse voice sounded in the main tomb: "What are you waiting for! Take someone to get the picture!"

The astonishment in Ji Huai's eyes flashed, it was clearly Ji Yu's voice!

Zhan Hua has long been——

There was a sudden pain in his wrist, Zhan Hua's cold white hand clasped his wrist, and pressed it against a certain place on the wall of the tomb. There was a rumbling sound, and the whole tomb room was suddenly turned upside down.

I don't know if it was affected by the sudden reversal, Zhan Hua's arms around him suddenly loosened, and Ji Huai took the opportunity to slam his elbow into his stomach, grabbed the black scroll under his feet and rolled it forward.

In an instant, countless swords came straight at him, but they were all stopped by Quan Ning and Song Nan.

"The picture is in Ji Huai's hands!" Huan Ziang shouted.

"Ye Zhanhua! What are you doing!" Ji Yu's angry voice penetrated the lake.

Yin Hong's blood trickled down Zhan Hua's sleeve and dripped into the cold water. He looked at Ji Yu expressionlessly, "The picture is out, just kill Ji Huai."

Ji Huai instantly clenched the scroll in his hand and looked at Zhan Hua.

However, Zhan Hua stood in the shadows, and under the dim light of the fire, he could only see the blurred profile of the other party.

Before the leader of Beizhen Fusi had time to react, countless footsteps came from all directions of the tomb passage. Hundreds of people in black robes and black masks covering their faces mixed with officers and soldiers in armor poured into the main tomb. With the momentum of the stars and the moon, Ji Huai Tuan Tuan was guarded in the center.

"This subordinate waited for the rescue to come too late, so I ask King Xiaopingyang to forgive me." The leader said.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum reversed, and Ji Huai and the others, who seemed to be at the end of their rope, immediately took the initiative.

Ji Huai clenched his fists tightly, staring at Zhao Yue who woke up and Quan Ning who was next to him, with difficult expressions.

"Little prince," Zhao Yue's voice was weak, but extremely firm, "Go out first! Quan Ning!"

The torches were extinguished, and the tomb was completely dark. The sound of fighting and the sound of blades piercing flesh and blood were mixed together. Ji Huai walked forward lightly surrounded by people. After an unknown amount of time, he finally caught a glimpse of the light in front of him.

However, what was waiting was not the exit.

The young man standing at the front was dressed luxuriously. He rolled up his sleeves and smiled slightly. Behind him were countless heavy soldiers, blocking the entrance tightly.

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows, his gaze swept across the picture scroll in Ji Huai's hand.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The people from Beizhen Fusi stopped immediately, knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

Although everyone in the Wulin League is from the Wulin, they are still the people of Zhao Guo, and they also knelt down together.

Song Nan and Zhao Yue Quanning remained silent.

Zhao Qi looked at Ji Huai unhurriedly, and said with a smile, "Little Emperor, it's the first time we meet, there are many mistakes, please don't take offense."

"Little Prince." Quan Ning said in a low voice, "Please open this picture."

Zhao Yue nodded to Ji Huai.

Ji Huai looked down at the dark scroll in his hand, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Zhan Hua standing at the side of the exit of the tomb passage.

The wound on the wrist is still aching.

"Little prince!" Zhao Yue urged in his voice.

Zhao Qi rolled up his sleeves and looked at him with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and there was a hint of warning in his voice, "Uncle Huang, think twice about everything."

Wang Dian didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and stood beside Zhao Qi with a smile.

Ji Huai was in a mess, and everyone was waiting for him to make a decision.

There was something hidden on the back of the picture, and the tactile sensation was clearly conveyed into his palm.

'...There are often rumors in the market that Emperor Renzong's throne did not come from the right path...'What Zhao Yue said to him before rang in his mind.

"In the 32nd year of Emperor Wuxuan, Emperor Xuandi was seriously ill. Before he died, there was an imperial decree to appoint a prince, but it took a day later to reach the cabinet. Within one day, the whole family of Pingyang Palace was slaughtered, and King Pingyang was forced to flee. A court lady risked her life to hand over the imperial decree and the Jade Seal of Chuanguo to Zhao Jian, King of Pingyang... Emperor Renzong Zhao Ren succeeded to the throne, and then passed on to his son Zhao Jin. Zhao Qi! Do you have the Jade Seal of Chuanguo!?"

The whole Yizhuang was silent for a moment.

Zhao Qi said with a sullen face: "My grandfather, Emperor Renzong, succeeded to the throne because Emperor Wuxuan personally decreed that the Chuanguo Yuxi was handed over to Renzong along with the imperial decree, so the Chuanguo Yuxi is naturally in my hands!"

"Basically—" Zhao Yue sneered.

"Zhao Yue!" Ji Huai suddenly stopped him sharply.

Zhao Yue suddenly looked up at him.

Ji Huai shook his head indiscriminately, looked at the crowd around him, and showed a playful and impatient smile on his face: "Your Majesty, my lords, and brothers in the Wulin League, this map of Qiankun The treasures in the book spread wildly, stirring up blood and blood in the martial arts world. Ji was just the son of a rich businessman who came to the city late. His father died early, and his mother worked hard to manage the family. How arrogant and indulgent, everyone knows that I have no ambitions, a dandy bastard...

Things are still a mess until now, I don't know why I got involved in this matter, but since this picture was left to me by my grandfather back then, I should have the right to dispose of it. "

Ji Huai turned his head and glanced at Zhan Hua, "It's hard for you to put in so much effort. Money is just something outside of me. My life is worthless long ago. Harmony makes money, and harmony makes money!"

After finishing speaking, before everyone could react, he snatched the torch from the person next to him and lit the picture scroll.

"Little prince!"

"Ji Huai!"

Countless people wanted to rush over to snatch the picture scroll in his hand, some even wanted to kill him, but Ji Huai just held on to the picture scroll in his hand tightly.

"Ji Huai!" The slender silver thread wrapped around his waist and arms, with a sudden force.

Ji Huai closed his eyes abruptly, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, he soared into the air, was caught in mid-air, and landed firmly on the stone in front of the tomb.

Ji Huai grabbed the opponent's front lapel in shock.

"Stop them!" Zhao Yue said angrily.

"Grab the scroll!" Someone yelled, "This picture must not fall into the hands of other people."

The noisy voices, countless torches and the smell of burnt air enveloped Ji Huai and the people around him from all directions.

"Ye Zhanhua! Are you crazy! Take that picture!" Ji Yu's distraught voice rushed towards them accompanied by the sharp sound of knives.

Zhan Hua dragged Ji Huai and ran into the tomb passage, with countless people chasing after him.

The damp and cold air made Ji Huai's throat ache, and he looked at the people next to him with confusion, "Who are you with? What do you want?"

Zhan Hua turned his head to look at him, "I want my medicine introduction."

Ji Huai suddenly realized, "A dead body...can't be used as a primer for medicine, you have to use a living person."

"Yes, a living person." Zhan Hua turned his head to look at him while dragging him forward, "a living person."

It's hard to describe that look in detail, but Ji Huai remembered it for a long time, and it was still fresh in his memory after more than a dozen years.

He had heard too many comments about Zhan Hua from others, and at the moment when Zhan Hua hijacked him, he thought that these comments had finally come true. It's just a hypocrisy between them.

The problems that lie between them make it impossible for them to trust each other and be honest with each other forever.

But when everyone was stopping him, he did the opposite.

Probably his medicine introduction is really very important.

"Go in." Zhan Hua stopped abruptly, turned around and pushed him into the broken hole on the tomb wall, and then hid in. The gap was firmly blocked by the stone pulled down by the broken soul silk.

Ji Huai heard himself panting violently, and a disgusting smell of blood came from his mouth.

Zhan Hua grabbed his wrist, and the wet cloth wrapped tightly around the wound on his wrist.

Ji Huai clasped his hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "The soul-breaking thread...can cut everything...you dared to use it to save me just now?"

Zhan Hua was silent for a moment, "If you don't inject internal force, it's just a pure silk thread."

Ji Huai laughed, and he didn't want to delve into this foolish answer, "What are you going to do? There are so many people outside, they will find us sooner or later."

"What about the scroll?" Zhan Hua asked.

"It's burned a little bit, the thing inside...can't be burned." Ji Huai's other hand was soaked in water from the burnt wound, and it was full of stinging pain, "If you grab it, I can't help it."

"Give it to me." Zhan Hua said in a deep voice.

Ji Huai smiled and said, "If you kill me, it's yours."

"You hold it and burn it... No matter what the method is, the emperor will not let you go." Zhan Hua tightened his grip on his wrist slightly, "Give it to me."

"I don't." Ji Huai leaned against him, the smell of blood between his teeth became stronger, and the smile on his face became lighter but more obvious, "Have I won the bet now?"

Zhan Hua remained silent.

Ji Huai pulled his skirt and kissed him.

This is really not a pleasant kiss, the rough and painful breathing, the bloody and fierce lips and teeth intertwined, the surrounding cold and harsh stone walls, two people next to each other - one died soon after being poisoned, and the other was sick The weak linger on.

But extremely long-lasting.

"Zhan Hua, I won."

Ji Huai stared at Zhan Hua's eyes with the faint light of fire coming from the gap, and put the dagger in his hand on the side of his neck, "You don't want to kill me."