These brief words echoed in the room, so quiet you could hear your own breathing, striking the man in black's heart with each syllable.
Upon hearing this, the man in black's straight back stiffened abruptly, as if he had been frozen in place.
A look of panic flashed across her face, her eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.
Instinctively, she clenched her fists, the veins on the back of her hands bulging, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she wanted to vent all the anxiety in her heart through these clenched fists.
She opened her mouth, her throat moving with difficulty, trying to continue her report.
But as soon as he managed to utter a few indistinct syllables, it felt as if his throat was being gripped tightly by a cold and powerful invisible hand.
No matter how much she struggled or tried, she could no longer utter a complete word.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand anxiously and gestured frantically in the air, trying to convey those unspeakable messages through writing.
However, as soon as her hand touched the ground, it was as if she was bound by a mysterious force, making every movement incredibly difficult, and she couldn't even write the simplest strokes.
Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead, then large drops slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground, leaving a small, dark stain.
Qi Meng stared quietly at the black-clad man's series of actions, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
Then, she raised her beautiful eyebrows and eyes once again, her lively eyes full of thought and inquiry.
Her gaze was fixed on the man in black's face, not missing a single subtle change in his expression, trying to find clues to solve the mystery.
However, in a short while, she seemed to have grasped the key point and had a bold and reasonable conjecture in her mind.
So she leaned forward slightly, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable certainty, and tentatively asked, "Does Qin Qianluo have a secret, but you can't tell me?"
Upon hearing Qi Meng's question, the man in black's eyes, which had been lowered, darted around rapidly like a startled bird.
Her brain was like a high-speed, sophisticated instrument, rapidly sorting through and weighing the information and clues she had gathered in the past, as well as her current predicament.
After careful consideration, she finally determined that conveying key information through body language was the only feasible method at present.
So she nodded slightly, her movements slow and deliberate yet carrying a hint of desperate caution.
Seeing this, Qi Meng subtly curved the corners of her mouth into a faint smile, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
The smile, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, seemed veiled by a thin gauze, adding to its mystique.
The jade hairpin she was playing with had somehow been replaced by an exquisite dagger.
The blade gleamed coldly, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, yet it carried a chilling aura that clashed with the warm candlelight in the room, making her expression all the more stern.
She slightly raised her eyes, her gaze almost tangible, falling directly on the man in black like a sharp blade.
His voice was clear and cool, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "What secret? Point it out."
The voice echoed in the almost deathly silent room, each word like a heavy hammer blow.
It struck the man in black's heart heavily, carrying an invisible yet irresistible sense of oppression.
The man in black dared not hesitate for a moment. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm his inner tension and panic.
She slowly raised her hand, her index finger trembling slightly in the air, like a withered leaf about to fall from a branch in late autumn.
After a brief pause, it finally pointed steadily towards its heart.
Her eyes revealed complex and unreadable emotions; her anxiety burned like a raging fire, scorching her reason to the brink of collapse.
Helplessness, like a heavy gloom, weighed heavily on her heart.
Expectation was like a faint glimmer in the night sky; though small, it sustained her through this arduous task of transmitting information.
Qi Meng stared intently at the man in black's movements. A thoughtful look flashed across her beautiful eyes as she nodded slightly, then fell into deep thought.
A complex maze unfolded in her mind, with various possibilities intertwining and colliding within it.
She tried to decipher the complex information hidden behind this simple yet profound action, and to find the path to the truth.
Just then, as if struck by lightning, a crucial clue suddenly flashed through the man in black's mind.
Her eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly pulled out her household registration book from her bosom.
Her movements were tinged with urgency and panic; the household registration book swayed slightly in her hand, as if it too was trembling with the tension of the exchange.
Her hand trembled slightly. She first pointed to the prominent symbol representing the Tianxuan Kingdom on the household registration, then pointed to her own heart, and then waved her hand forcefully.
Every movement carries a strong suggestive meaning, like a distress signal waved in the dark.
He tried to make Qimeng understand the intricate connections between these actions.
Upon seeing this, Qi Meng's expression shifted slightly, and her hand, which had been playing with the dagger, paused.
He gently placed the dagger on the table, making a crisp sound that seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet room, as if breaking some kind of stalemate.
She stretched out her hand, her slender fingers gently beckoning in the air, signaling the man in black to hand over the household registration certificate.
The action seemed casual, yet it carried the innate sense of entitlement and unquestionable authority of someone in a position of power.
Upon seeing this, the man in black immediately held the household registration book in both hands, leaned forward slightly, and respectfully placed it in Qi Meng's hands, almost humbly.
His movements were tinged with caution, as if he were afraid of making the slightest mistake, as if he were holding not an ordinary household registration book, but a crucial secret document concerning life and death.
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