flapping wings

The moonlight was blocked by the wall in the alley, and the man approached step by step like a ghost, Qi Ping couldn't see his face clearly, he could only make out his rough outline in the darkness.

Even though he knew that he might die here soon, Qi Ping still stood up slowly with exhausted spirit, ready for the last fight.

He held the long sword in his hand tightly and put on a guarded posture. At this moment, there was the sound of "da da da" footsteps in the night.

The rest of the pursuers have arrived!

Qi Ping's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the sword. The man seemed to have heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and he paused before moving on. He said in a cold tone: "If you don't want to die, you can carry the people on the ground with me. Walk."

After speaking, he passed by Qi Ping and led the way without looking back, seemingly not caring about Qi Ping's decision at all.

Of course, he really didn't need to worry, Qi Ping only hesitated for a second symbolically, then picked up the dead body on the ground and followed.

After walking a few steps, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

Panting heavily, Qi Ping bent down and wanted to lift the corpse on the ground, but before he reached out, a hand appeared in front of his eyes, holding a corner of the corpse's clothes and continued walking silently.

"Why do we have to take him with us?" Qi Ping quickly took two steps to catch up with the man, his footsteps sounded a bit heavy.

After not hearing an answer for a long time, Qi Ping looked at that person, only to hear the other person's helpless and cold voice: "Scary."

When Qi Ping heard this, he looked at the man's hand holding the corpse and his calm demeanor, he was a little flustered for a while.

But he didn't say anything, just continued to follow silently, and went around a few more alleys. The two of them entered an ordinary courtyard, and the man threw the body on the ground and walked towards the house.

Qi Ping glanced at the corpse on the ground by the candlelight in the room, and then jumped away in shock, only to see that the man looked like a hedgehog, with at least a dozen arrows stuck in one of his eye sockets.

Qi Ping immediately looked away, shivered, and said with emotion: "Damn, it's really scary."

He avoided the corpse, and suddenly realized halfway that the "scary" in this population was probably afraid of scaring others.

Entering the room, the man was already sitting on the seat and was pouring water into the glass. Qi Ping finally saw the man's face clearly at this moment, but before the joy rose from his heart, a chill was completely gone. Caged everywhere around him.

This person is the "friend" who gave calligraphy and painting. Qi Ping didn't know why he was in Guanlan City, but thinking about the strangeness of the Qi family and the timing of the other party's appearance, he vaguely guessed that it might have something to do with the family heirloom.

This thought raised a trace of vigilance in his heart, and now he has almost walked through the gate of hell. He is mentally exhausted, and his thinking is almost stagnant.

The man looked up at him, then lowered his head expressionlessly, and continued to fiddle with the tea.

However, it was this one glance that completely sank Qi Ping, disappointment rose from the bottom of his heart, gradually overcame the last sliver of rationality, and crawled all over his body.

Mingming drank a jar of wine from him and ate a big roast goose from him, but this person didn't recognize him at all.

This realization made his heart uncomfortable as if being pinched, and the friend he had been thinking about day and night didn't take him to heart at all.

The man glanced at Qi Ping again, and waited until Qi Ping sat down with a sad and depressed face, then pushed the glass of water to this side.

Qi Ping grabbed the glass of water and started to drink it. He drank five or six glasses in a row before looking at the cold face opposite him again.

"What do you want from me? An heirloom?"

Pain, irritability, sadness, grievance, at the moment of opening his mouth, all kinds of negative emotions found a gap and rushed up, completely submerging him, so even his tone was very blunt.

Without giving the other party a chance to answer, he pointed to his shoulder and said to himself: "I am the only one who knows where that thing is now. Let me deal with this arrow first, and then I will show you how to behave."

At this time, the man showed a trace of imperceptible interest on his face, but he didn't care about Qi Ping's tone at this time. He stood up and walked to the door to call a doctor with a big medicine box in his hand.

This arrow is rather special, with a barb on the arrowhead, which has penetrated deeply into Qi Ping's flesh, if you want to take out the arrowhead, you will probably suffer along with the surrounding flesh and blood.

The doctor's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and he carefully picked the arrowhead out of the meat.

Qi Ping was already delirious from the pain, his head was buzzing, his temples were jumping out, and at the same time, he was clenching the cloth towel in his mouth tightly, and the moment the doctor let go, he fell forward.

The man quickly stood up and supported him, feeling the sweat on his hands, he looked at the doctor and asked, "Is there no painkiller?"

"It's too dark, and the pharmacies are closed," the doctor shook his head: "Master, why did you pick up another patient at night?"

The man took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Qi Ping's face. The doctor stood still and looked at Qi Ping who was convulsed all over, hesitatingly stretched out his hand to feel Qi Ping's pulse.

It took a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, "Continue? If the patient moves around, the arrow may not be easy to take."

"Continue, if the arrow is not taken out for a long time, his arm will be useless." The man watched the other party's hand tightly grasping his wrist, using his legs to fix Qi Ping in his arms: "Come on .”

Taking the arrow, applying the medicine, and bandaging were finally completed in one go. The man let go of his slightly sore arm and raised his chin towards the bed.

The doctor hurriedly sent the fainted Qi Ping to the bed, and then came to check his master's almost crushed wrist, and saw five clear bruise fingerprints on the wrist.

The man waved his hand and rolled his sleeves down: "It's okay, tell someone to decoct the medicine."

When Qi Ping woke up the next day, he felt sore all over his body. After a while, he recalled the conversation with that person last night.

He looked at his whole body, the other party had obviously fulfilled his request, but he couldn't get what the other party wanted at all.

The other party can make him live, and then he can make him die again. It's really just leaving the tiger's den and falling into the wolf's pit. Thinking of this, Qi Ping only felt a headache.

When the sound of footsteps came from outside, Qi Ping quickly closed his eyes, and began to seek countermeasures in his heart. At the same time, he silently calculated the probability of the other party stabbing him to death if he told the truth.

Or as his senior brother told him, what is the probability of successfully reaching the mountain.

The door was opened, someone went to the bed and sat down, Qi Ping adjusted his breathing tremblingly, before he could relax, the person suddenly asked: "Why did you appear in Qi's house?"

Qi Ping opened his eyes helplessly, turned his head to look at that pretty face, and muttered, "Who are you?"

"Xiamu Xiaoque," Qi Ping didn't expect the other party to be able to answer his question honestly, and Qi Ping was a little taken aback before continuing to ask: "Aren't you in the same group as those people?"

Mu Xiaoque shook her head, but stopped talking, waiting for Qi Ping to continue: "Where are the Qi family?"

"Dead." Although this was an expected answer, Qi Ping still felt a little out of breath. The lives of so many people were not worth as much as a family heirloom in the eyes of the murderer. "You know the value of the Qi family?" When was it destroyed? I didn’t see the body.”

"Eight days ago, the body was buried." Mu Xiaoque thought for a while and added, "This group of people acted very cautiously, and they never revealed anything after the incident. I just don't know what the reason for them staying in the Qi family is."

"Do you know what that heirloom is? What is it used for?" Qi Ping hesitated for a while before deciding to ask. The mysterious wood bird in front of him seemed to be quite well informed.

There must be a story about how the other party knew about the extermination of the Qi family without any news leaking out.

He estimated that there was a big force behind this person, and he attached great importance to this family heirloom, so he must know what this family heirloom was.

"A piece of Ruyi jade," Mu Xiaoque replied, "It is said that it is one of the four keys to open the treasure, but it is estimated that only the four major families know what it is."

Qi Ping lay on the bed and meditated for a moment, the four keys, that is to say, one for each of the four major families.

He only heard from his senior brother that the four major families were the vassals of General Wei during the late emperor's time, but 40 years ago, General Wei attempted to rebel and was punished by the first emperor after the nine clans were killed. full door.

The heads of the other three families were brutally beheaded, and the remaining people could not escape the death penalty. They could neither become officials nor be too ostentatious.

But within a few years, the Li family disappeared from the rivers and lakes and has never been seen since.

For the remaining Zhou family and Qi family, the Zhou family is still considered a family of martial arts, but in fact its status has long been inferior to before.

In the end, the Qi family completely withdrew from the rivers and lakes and started doing business as ordinary people. Now it seems that this is the Qi family first.

Qi Ping glanced at Mu Xiaoque, it was still that cold face, he gouged out the other person again, he felt that he really fed the dog, he said he wanted to be friends, but he was forgotten in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xiaoque knocked on the edge of the bed, looked at him and raised her eyebrows, obviously waiting for him to continue asking questions, Qi Ping gouged him for a moment, then suddenly pouted with grievance, and said pitifully: "Actually, I don't know where Yu Ruyi is at all."

The moment Mu Xiaoque's fingertips stopped, Qi Ping sprinted into the bed. Seeing that he was too weak, his expression changed, and he used a tough move, warning: "Even if you kill me, you won't get anything." I'll tell you what you want, I'm not afraid of death!"

Mu Xiaoque saw his brave escape posture that didn't match his mouth at all, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, clapped his hands, and immediately a person came in from outside, holding a bowl of black soup in his hand.

Qi Ping was stunned, and when he realized it, he didn't care about the pain in his shoulder, and jumped up from the bed.

In the end, there was no way to retreat, so I had to shrink back in the corner and couldn't help but yelled sadly: "Mu Xiaoque, you are not human! You wiped your mouth after eating my roast goose and refused to admit it, and now you want to kill me! You want to kill me!" I..."

The man paused at the bedside and hesitated for a moment, only to see Mu Xiaoque's eyes were cold, and he even turned his head and began to urge.

Taking a deep breath, the man climbed onto the bed and touched Qi Ping's acupoints, then picked up the bowl, opened Qi Ping's chin and forcefully poured it in.

Just when she was about to get up, she saw Mu Xiaoque frowning as she stared at the remaining mouthful at the bottom of the bowl.

The man trembled, and he opened his acupoints until there was no drop in the bowl and left. Qi Ping lay on the bed decadently and kept muttering: "You actually want to kill me, my roast goose."

"Where is that thing?" Hearing Mu Xiaoque's question, Qi Ping looked over sadly, then turned his head and said nothing, listening to the other party's next words: "If you want to live, you'd better tell the truth."

"I said I don't know," Qi Ping slammed his arm on the bed: "I was thrown to others by my father since I was a child. If he valued me so much, why would he send me away! Stupid!"

Mu Xiaoque didn't care about Qi Ping's swear words, of course he didn't understand, "Then what are your plans to avenge your father?"

Qi Ping was stumped by this question, he still hasn't thought about what he should do next?

Looking at the skills of the group of people last night, he felt that this was something beyond his control, and he had no reason to control it, so he only paused for a few seconds before firmly replying: "No, I don't want to get involved. Come in."

"Smart," Mu Xiaoque seemed to have believed Qi Ping's words, he clapped his hands again, and the door immediately opened from the outside.

Just now that person took another bowl of soup and came over to stand by the bed, but he looked at Mu Xiaoque with resentful eyes.