Chapter 118: Wind in the Building

"Seventh Young Master!"

The people from the Poison Dragon Castle noticed something was wrong and ran up immediately. However, Zong Qin's face was no longer bloody. His pupils gradually enlarged and his eyes turned into a terrifying purple-black color. There was no life left in his body. With a "thump", he fell backwards.

The Soul-Chasing Spear in the air also lost its light and fell down.

"Young Master!"

The people were so scared that their souls flew away. The people nearby were also completely stunned. This man, this man actually killed the Seventh Young Master of the Poison Dragon Castle!

At this moment, several teams of masters from the Poison Dragon Castle suddenly came in front. There were about a hundred people. They had obviously heard the noise and rushed over.

One person here woke up and immediately said, "That man killed the Seventh Young Master, don't let him leave!"

When the nearly 100 people saw Zong Qin lying on the ground at this moment, and died so horribly, they were completely stunned at this moment. It took them a while to react, and they immediately formed a formation to block Xiao Chen's way. "Stop! Who are you!"

Xiao Chen did not stop, and the cold footsteps echoed in the street, which made people shudder. At this moment, he seemed to be entangled with some invisible breath of death. As he passed by, even the flowers and plants on the roadside quickly withered. ★

Why is the death aura so heavy?

The nearly 100 people all felt a shudder. Although they could not see or touch it, at this moment, under the cover of this cold death aura, they were like frightened birds, and they dared not even move. They could only watch the black-robed man walk through them.

At this moment, on a tall building in the distance, there stood a man in green clothes. The man had a circle of green stubble around his mouth, which made him look particularly vicissitudes of life. At this moment, he was trembling as he watched Xiao Chen's gradually receding back.

Just at that moment, the wind blew up the robe on Xiao Chen's head, and he saw it clearly at that moment. Although eleven years have passed, he still recognized it at a glance.

Eleven years ago, he fled here and thought that everything would calm down, but at this moment, it seemed that the nightmare had finally come, a nightmare that made him tremble for eleven years. Every time he opened his eyes in the cold night, he seemed to see someone coming to catch him back.

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The night in Dingfeng City is cold, without the sultry heat of the day, as if every corner is hidden with shadows, and under those shadows, there is often invisible murderous intent.

Such a suffocating place, but in Dongcheng District, it is a prosperous place, under the moon and flowers, and every night is full of music and singing.

In the alleys with red flowers and green willows, the air is filled with a faint fragrance like orchid and musk, petals are flying all over the sky, the girls are enthusiastic and lively, and it is a gathering place for literati and scholars... Every time night falls, there is a unique scenery here.

And here is Fengmanlou, one of the three major forces in Dingfeng City.

However, in this alley that seems to be full of music and dancing every night, the girls who seem to be graceful and charming, and the literati and scholars... Is this the place where the real murderous intentions are lurking?

The dangerous building is thousands of feet high, and the stars can be picked with your hands. Under the night sky, the top of the building cannot be seen. It is the "Fengmanlou". There are lights and decorations inside, singing and dancing, and no one can see the hidden murderous intentions.

"Stop, who are you!"

Xiao Chen came to the front of the building and was stopped by two men in black. The two were masters of Fengmanlou, both of whom had practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years. Xiao Chen pushed down his robe and said in a deep voice, "Looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?"

The two looked at him suspiciously. The man on the left suddenly stretched out his hand and said coldly, "The storm is coming."

This was obviously a code word, and Xiao Chen didn't know it. He continued in a low voice, "Fengmanlou..."

"Your Excellency has come to the wrong place..."

The two His eyes suddenly turned cold, and it was obvious that the secret message was not like that. At this moment, a faint female voice suddenly came from behind, "Don't be rude to the distinguished guests."

A charming and charming woman in red came from behind. This woman was Hong Ji, one of the twelve concubines in Fengmanlou. Her status was lower than Yao Ji. When the two men in black saw her coming, they immediately lowered their heads and retreated to the sides. "Meet Lady Hong Ji."

"En..."

Hong Ji nodded slightly, walked in front of Xiao Chen with a slender waist, and smiled, "Sir, please. "

Xiao Chen had no expression on his face. He followed her into the building, walked through several vermilion corridors, small bridges and waterside pavilions, and came to the main building. He saw constant singing and dancing in the hall, and guests were full upstairs and downstairs, and cheers could be heard from time to time.

But Fengmanlou, one of the three major forces, is not a place of fireworks as it seems on the surface?

Xiao Chen looked carefully. The twelve dancers on the stage have been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years, and several young men who entertained the guests have been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years. An old woman sweeping the floor has been practicing Taoism for more than two hundred years, and the old man playing the piano on the right has been practicing Taoism for more than three hundred years...

Fengmanlou is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Hong Ji saw that he was silent all the way, and smiled and said, "Sir, please. "After saying that, she gestured a "please" and led him upstairs.

When they reached the seventh floor, the singing and dancing below gradually died down, and three graceful purple-dressed women came towards them. The three of them smiled sweetly and laughed at something as they walked. They looked like ordinary girls, but in fact, they had practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years.

When they saw Hong Ji coming over here, the three of them immediately stopped the previous topic and greeted her with a smile, "Sister Hong Ji."

The woman on the right saw Xiao Chen with a cold face and saw him wearing a black robe. She was very amused. She smiled sweetly and said, "What a handsome young man. It's just that he came to Fengmanlou and was still wearing this black robe. It's a bit a bit awkward." It ruins the scenery, why not let the girl untie it for the young master..."

As he said that, the woman's hand reached out to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold and he clasped her wrist. At that moment, the air was so solid that it seemed to freeze people into ice, and the atmosphere was extremely cold. .

"Ouch……"

The woman frowned and said angrily, "Sir, you hurt me..."

Xiao Chen slowly released her wrist, and Hong Ji glanced at the three of them, "You go down to entertain the other guests first."

"Yes, Sister Hongji."

The other two women stuck out their tongues and smiled, and immediately pulled the previous woman down. They were still covering their mouths and laughing, and looking back at Xiao Chen from time to time.

After the three of them left, Hong Ji smiled softly, "Sisters are not sensible, sir, please don't get along with them." After that, she made a gesture of invitation.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, his whole person was still cold and cold, and he walked forward. Hong Ji looked at him from behind, shook his head and smiled, he was really a guy who could not move like an iceberg.

Arriving at a pavilion on the seventh floor, I saw that the furnishings in the room were simple and elegant, not as dazzling as other rooms. There was a light sandalwood scent in the air, a simple Yao Qin was placed on the table, and there were fine wines. Jade bottles are all ready.

Hong Ji smiled and said, "There is no one here. Master, wait for a moment. I will go find Sister Yao Ji. If you come back late, someone will come to entertain you later."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything. He brushed his robe and sat down in front of the case. Hong Ji nodded and smiled, then closed the door and went outside. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Xiao Chen was left alone in the room, pouring and drinking. After a while, the laughter of several women suddenly sounded outside. The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the room. "Young Master is inside." ?"

Xiao Chen remained silent and poured himself a drink. The four women outside heard the sound of pouring wine, opened the door and walked in. They said with a smile, "Sister will be back later, let us wait on the young master."

"No need, get out."

Xiao Chen's voice was still cold. He slowly picked up the wine glass in his hand as he spoke. His consciousness was sharp. These four women were not ordinary dancers. They had all practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years.

"Wouldn't it be boring for the young master to drink alone during the long night? Why not let the little girl play the piano for the young master..."

A woman smiled and walked to the case. She flicked her sleeves and placed her slender fingers on the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano gradually sounded in the room.

"That little girl has no choice but to show off her humble skills. Master, don't make fun of her."

The other woman smiled softly and danced along with the music. The other two women walked over, one on the left and one on the right, and poured wine for him. "Sir, please."

At the end of the melody, Xiao Chen remained unmoved, and his whole body was still as iceberg-like. The woman playing the harp smiled sweetly and said, "What do you think of this song, 'Fragrant Soul Yin'?"

Xiao Chen's face was cold and cold. He raised his head and drank a glass of wine. He threw the empty wine glass back and said, "It's boring." After that, he stood up and walked out of the house.

The four women were startled. The woman Fuqin stood up immediately and said, "Sir, wait a minute."

Seeing the anxious look on her face, Xiao Chen stopped and gave her a cold look, "How are you doing?"

I saw cold sweat on the faces of the four women. The woman playing the piano lowered her head and said, "If the four of us did something wrong, you can tell me, but if you leave like this, the four of us will probably... …”

"Whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with me."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen's voice was surprisingly cold, making the four women feel as if they had fallen into an icy abyss. At this moment, a plain female voice finally sounded outside, "That's it, you guys, please step back."

Hearing this voice, the four women were startled for a moment, then immediately lowered their heads, cupped their hands and said, "I see you, Lady Yao Ji."

I saw a woman in purple slowly appearing under the candlelight. The woman's temples were like mist, her red lips were white, and she seemed to be walking out of a painting. She was three-quarters charming and seven-cent fairy-like. There is a third part of the fairy spirit in her charm.

"Back off."

The sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate, and the four women immediately lowered their heads and went outside. After the four people left, Yao Ji looked at Xiao Chen and smiled softly, "Young master, please take a seat." After that, she said it. A "please" gesture.

Xiao Chen returned to his previous seat. Yao Ji smiled softly and said, "It seems that Young Master Xiao has met Senior Chu before."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything and drank another glass of wine. Then he took out the gold leaf from his sleeve and threw it over with a "whoosh" sound. The voice was lukewarm, "Why are you looking for me?"