The man who had just dodged came to his senses immediately after hearing this.
He turned around and headed towards the gate, trying to stop Su Xinguang and trap him in the house.
Su Xinguang felt a strong wind blowing on his back. He quickly dodged the thrown stool and stepped out of the house.
The man saw this and secretly said "Oh no!"
If they fail to kill him this time, they will never have another chance in the future.
He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. At this moment, the person who was supposed to escape suddenly turned around and threw the dagger in his hand like an arrow. The sharp cold light hit the opponent's face like a silver line.
The person behind him had no time to dodge at all. After being touched by the silver light, his pupils suddenly dilated and he felt a pain in his neck.
He raised his hand to his neck and felt something sticky.
"You..." He opened his mouth and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out.
Su Xinguang silently counted in his mind, "three, two, one", and with the last count, the man slowly fell down, with a thin layer of skin and flesh supporting his head and neck, preventing the head from being separated.
When the man in the house arrived, it was too late and he could only watch his companion being killed.
This time he will face No. 007 alone.
At this time, Su Xinguang was covered in blood, and the blood seemed to dye his eyes red. His red eyes stared coldly at the only living thing in the room, approaching the other party step by step.
Perhaps it was because his eyes were too horrified, or perhaps it was because the aura around him was too fierce, the other party unconsciously stepped back step by step.
He tried to use words to ease the tension between them, "Listen to me, I don't want to kill you. Is it him? He forced me to kill you?"
He pointed at the first man to fall.
Su Xinguang didn't believe it at all, and continued to approach him step by step, "Why do you want to kill me?"
Now he wanted to know why.
"If I tell you, you can't kill me."
"Why?" Su Xinguang did not respond, but continued to ask.
"If you agree to my terms, I will tell you."
Su Xinguang was silent for two seconds, then nodded, "Okay."
After getting his consent, the young man said, "Because I got the news that among our group, only one person is qualified to leave the Colosseum."
Even if you win ten games, you cannot leave until all your companions are dead. You are only eligible to leave after you kill all your companions.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand attacked him.
However, his sneak attack was doomed to fail.
Because Su Xinguang had the same idea, the two teenagers launched the attack almost at the same time.
In this life-and-death fight, Su Xin survived by relying on the slight advantage of being the first to attack, while the young man on the opposite side died with hatred in his heart.
The house was filled with a strong smell of blood. A man was standing in a pool of blood, holding a dagger dripping with blood in his hand, and walking out step by step.
Every step he took left a bloody footprint under his feet.
When Su Xinguang walked out of the house, there were three people standing outside the door. The leader was a man wearing a red mask, and behind him stood two coaches wearing green masks, standing behind them respectfully.
A red mask, he had never seen it before.
The highest-ranking person he had ever seen in the Dark Camp was the coach wearing a green mask.
"You are an interesting little fellow," the red-masked man said in an old, hoarse voice, commanding without questioning, "Follow me."
Su Xinguang felt that the other party's aura was strong, far stronger than the coach's. Facing the other party's sharp eyes, his hair stood up, but his face remained calm, and he asked word by word, "Who are you?"
The coach wearing a green mask immediately scolded: "007, don't be rude. Hurry and meet the Pavilion Master."
Pavilion Master?!
Su Xinguang knew that the Pavilion Master was above everyone else.
"Master." Su Xinguang lowered his head slightly.
"Little guy, let's go."
Su Xinguang endured the pain all over his body and followed the man.
The two coaches who fell behind looked at each other with envy in their eyes.
Being valued by the Pavilion Master, his future is bright.
This kid is so lucky.
Shangjing City
In the small courtyard of Qingshi Lane, Su Yin was helping to make winter clothes.
Since the beginning of autumn, the weather has been getting cooler day by day, and it will soon snow.
Su Xiaozhong was busy purchasing charcoal for the winter in preparation for the city lockdown.
The ministers in the court had already known that there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River and that the refugees had already moved north.
In fact, the flood had already occurred a long time ago, but the local government had been suppressing it, just like the plague in Baiji County, with the same operation method.
The local authorities will not report the situation until things become out of control.
Only when the situation can no longer be controlled will it be reported to the court.
By the time the court received the news, the situation had already gotten out of control.
Su Yin and the others did not care what the officials and the emperor in the court did. The number of refugees outside the city gate of Shangjing City was gradually increasing, but the court had not yet come up with a solution for their resettlement, and all parties were still shirking responsibility and arguing.
On this day, Nangong Jingzhi's carriage stopped outside the courtyard gate, and the gateman Qu Da entered the courtyard to report.
Su Yin knew that there was finally news about that matter.
Before leaving, Su's mother told her, "Come back early." Then she turned around and told Xiangling, "Take good care of the young lady."
"Yes, ma'am."
The person driving the carriage today was Nan Liu. When Nan Liu saw Su Yin, he greeted her happily.
"Ms. Su, long time no see."
"Nanliu, long time no see."
"Our master is waiting for you in the teahouse."
"Let's go."
The carriage stopped at the same teahouse as last time, in the same private room.
When I pushed open the door of the private room, I saw that the tea and snacks on the table had already been prepared, and several of the snacks were Su Yin's favorites.
As soon as Su Yin sat down, Nangong Jingzhi naturally poured her a cup of tea and went straight to the point, "The task you asked me to do has already been completed."
She said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"Zijin Tavern, just as you expected, has a story behind it."
"The plaque of Zijin Tavern was written by a scholar named Lin Zijin."
After hearing the name Lin Zijin, Su Yin roughly understood.
Nangong Jingzhi continued, "Lin Zijin was a poor scholar. He once had a love affair with the Marquis' wife. They both loved wine and had deep insights into the art of wine. After a few visits, they fell in love."
"Where is this Lin Zijin now?"
Nangong Jingzhi gently opened the folding fan in his hand, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Guess?"
Looking at this expression, it seems...
"Dead." Su Yin said these two words decisively.
Nangong Jingzhi's smile froze, and he looked a little discouraged. "I fooled you like this, how come you didn't fall for it? How did you know that the other person was already dead?"
Just now he pretended to show that nasty smile to confuse her, but she didn't fall for it.
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