whoosh whoosh
The cold wind suddenly became stronger.
With a bang, the candle in Feng Qitong's room was blown out. He, who always liked to wear white, looked like a ghostly figure drifting in the night, which was a bit eerie.
He hesitated for a moment before slowly closing the window, severing that last thought. As he lit the lamp, he suddenly sensed something was amiss in the air, and immediately extinguished the candle. The house, which had just been lit, was plunged into darkness once more.
Not long after, faint footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the house. They were almost inaudible amidst the howling cold wind, but the person who heard them certainly did not expect that Feng Qitong's hearing would be able to detect that slight abnormality through the crackling cold wind.
The man's footsteps stopped in front of the phoenix-wood window. The dim light from outside cast his shadow in, revealing him to be a lean man with a long sword at his waist, its blade gleaming coldly.
Raindrops hit the blade and bounced off onto the window lintel.
The man stayed for a while, his body swaying back and forth slightly, as if he was looking inside to confirm Feng Qitong's movements.
Fortunately, Feng Qitong had made preparations in advance. As always, he was cautious and placed a human-shaped wooden puppet the same size as himself on his bed.
Although it was a doll, the person looked exactly like him, with subtle features, just like a real person, except that he seemed to be in a deep sleep.
This doll often accompanied him, and it had long since been imbued with his aura. Even if his father came in person, he might not be able to recognize it.
The man's gaze fell on the bed. He released his spiritual sense slightly, and after seeing that it was indeed Feng Qitong, he smiled strangely.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he stopped, still feeling uneasy. He reached out and flicked his hand, and a faint, dim light shone through the window lintel and into Feng Qitong's brow.
After the dim light completely entered between his eyebrows, the man smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave.
At this moment, Feng Qitong was squatting under the window frame. He watched as a sliver of dark light flew past his head and then disappeared into the doll's brow. He held his breath throughout the entire process.
When the footsteps gradually disappeared into the corridor, he slowly stood up, clinging to the wall. He carefully pushed open the window lintel, and after seeing the figure disappear into the distance, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He immediately rushed to the bedside and touched it, only to find that the person had cast a sleeping spell on the doll. If he were the one lying on the bed at that moment, he would fall into a deep sleep and be unconscious.
Who is that person?
What exactly is he trying to do?
A series of questions lingered in Feng Qitong's mind, leaving him puzzled. However, he was now certain that he was no longer safe by Jiang Jinyu's side. But even so, how could he bear to leave her?
Meanwhile, the scene involving the men in black continued, but Lu Shan and Zhou Mu were not so lucky. They fell into a deep sleep. After all, they never dreamed that someone would be so bold as to break into the Wentian Tower alone.
There was some negligence involved.
After doing all this, the man in black grinned and chuckled sinisterly a few times before heading toward his ultimate goal.
At that moment, a fierce wind and torrential rain swept through the air, and a thunderclap shattered the silence. Pale blue lightning tore through the sky, adding a unique touch to the ink-black curtain of darkness.
The faint light from the pale blue lightning illuminated the man's profile as sharply as a blade.
Speaking of which, this person is not unfamiliar; he is an old acquaintance of Zhou Mu.
Zhang Heng is the person most trusted by Zhang Tianjian, the leader of the Sword God Hall.
Zhang Heng was dressed in black, almost blending into the surrounding darkness. If it weren't for the flashing lightning, it would be difficult to spot him.
After walking for a while, about a quarter of an hour later, they finally passed through the corridor and stood at the end of the corridor. The third room from the left was Jiang Jinyu's boudoir.
Zhang Heng stood in front of Jiang Jinyu's boudoir, not making any rash moves. With a flash, he leaped onto the roof. He bent over and climbed up little by little without making a sound.
Inside her boudoir, Jiang Jinyu couldn't sleep and stared blankly at the ceiling. Her little tricks were naturally not fooled by her; she should have noticed Zhang Heng when he was standing at the door.
But for some reason, she's become a bit slow to react, which has caused her to lower her guard considerably.
"It seems that heaven is truly helping me."
Zhang Heng was prepared to be discovered, but seeing that Jiang Jinyu still didn't react, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. Even if Jiang Jinyu reacted now, he would be certain of victory.
In a sense, his plan had already succeeded when he put everyone, including Feng Qitong, into a coma.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Heng took a deep breath. Just as he was about to act, he suddenly felt that his body was out of control, and then a familiar feeling rushed towards him.
He was startled and instinctively ran away, staggering and looking disheveled.
Where he disappeared, a figure stood silently.
Beneath the pale blue lightning, Zhang Tianjian's face was vaguely visible. He sighed deeply and said, "I never imagined you would be a traitor..."
His tone conveyed an indescribable disappointment.
Then, the figure disappeared.
at the same time
Thousands of miles away
When Zhang Heng appeared, he stumbled a few times, and because he was too flustered, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, not recovering for a long time.
At this moment, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Being discovered by Zhang Tianjian meant that all his years of planning had been in vain, and all his previous efforts had been in vain.
Thinking of this, his expression shifted between light and dark.
As he stood up, Zhang Tianjian was already standing in front of him.
"Tell me, did you instruct me to do this?" Zhang Tianjian, having recovered his senses, asked in an extremely cold tone.
Zhang Heng, who knew Zhang Tianjian very well, gradually realized what was happening. He knew that Zhang Tianjian was truly enraged; the thing this guy hated most in his life was traitors.
As Zhang Tianjian's right-hand man, almost a confidant, he has now become a traitor. The blow this must be immense for Zhang Tianjian; it's unimaginable.
Zhang Heng calmed down and said, "From the very beginning of my contact with you, it was the higher-ups' intention. I was prepared to spend more than ten years, but I didn't expect that in just a few years I would become your confidant. With your suspicious nature, you didn't even suspect me in the end. I'm really worried about you."
"Then should I praise your disguise?" Zhang Tianjian said sarcastically.
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