Volume II Chapter 109

"Maybe we can have a try." After saying that, the swordsman asked Xiao Yu if there were any good workshops in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Xiao Yu thought for a moment: "There is really a good workshop in the town. Where did many simulation scrolls come from?"

The alley is very quiet. The autumn leaves float on the ground, a breeze blows, and there is a rustling sound on the bluestone path.

"This alley is really quiet." Jian Xiao sighed.

Xiao Yu really didn't think so; "I think the other end of the alley is the workshop. They can make a lot of simulated scrolls, and the degree of forgery can almost be close to the authenticity, so your broken book should be able to show you."

"This is not a broken book." Jian Xiao corrected Xiao Yu's words.

"Obviously, it's a broken book, and there is not a word on it."

"Allot, girl, I won't argue with you." When Jianxiao finished saying this, the big guy had reached the end of the alley. A relatively dilapidated door seemed a little dilapidated, and the couplets on both sides were even older. They were all things from many years ago, not to mention the whole facade had no decent vitality at all.

Jianxiao looked somewhat disappointed: "Is this the workshop you mentioned?"

Xiao Yu touched the door frame doubtfully: "Yes, but why did it collapse like this?"

The swordsman stepped forward and knocked on the door. Three thongs resounded in the alley.

"Is there anyone?" The swordsman asked.

"Is there anyone?" The swordsman called again.

Except for the sound of the swordsman in the small box, there was no sound around, as if the autumn wind had stopped.

Jianxiao was not as good as the swordsman. He flew over, and the two door panels collapsed to the ground with a sound. A small yard appeared in front of everyone.

"Hasn't anyone lived here for a long time?" Xiao Yu stepped into the yard, and her feet were stained with the dust of her shoes.

The swordsman grabbed Xiao Yu, who wanted to continue to move forward, and the latter was speechless; "What are you doing?"

Jian Xiao said; "Be careful, there is a smell of blood."

Xiao Yu heard it and smelled it with her nose. At this time, the swordsman next to her pointed to the location of the west wing room; "The smell of blood came from there."

The sword clan nodded, squatted down and jumped on the tree, and the sword Xiao, who went up to the tree, quickly approached the west wing. Soon I came to the roof of the West Wing.

"Strange, did someone die in it?" Xiao Yu also smelled the bloody smell of the swordsmen, but to be precise, the bloody smell seemed very light. Xiao Yu's nose was captured for a long time.

The swordsman said, "I should have died for a long time. The western wing is so close to us, and the smell of blood is indeed so light. It should be blood that has been frozen for a long time. During the period when the swordsman spoke, Jianxiao had turned over and returned to the door.

Sword clan: "What did you see?" The plot of Jianxiao lifting tiles just now did not escape the eyes of the sword clan.

"Is the workshop owner here a boss's wife in her forties?" Jianxiao ignored the swordsman and asked.

Xiao Yu nodded, and a trace of fear flashed in her mind. In the past, she had never been so panicked as she did today; "Is she dead?"

Jian Xiao nodded; "It's really dead."

"How long did you die?" The swordsman was a little worried that there was a little coincidence, or not just a coincidence, but a premeditated and plotted by others. So the time of the boss's wife's death has become quite critical. If she has just died, it goes without saying that someone has followed her.

Jianxiao shook his head; "The head and body are separated, and the incision looks very smooth. If you want to determine the time of his death, you need to observe him closely. Shall we go in?"

The most worrying thing for the swords is naturally that someone is following them and can't wait to walk to the yard.

The door of the west wing opened with a creak, and a thick layer of dust came. The swordsman covered his nose and choked for a long time, and then looked at the west wing in front of him in detail. The layout of the room seemed very simple, there was no luxurious layout, and the furniture looked old. The swordsman's eyes passed by one by one, and the shock in his eyes was even more unimaginable.

"What a lot of money." Xiao Yu's eyes are not bad, and Xiao Yu naturally sees what the sword clan can see.

Jianxiao picked up a chair from the side; "This chair has a history of thousands of years." After saying that, Jianxiao turned over the chair, and the words under the chair fell into the vision of the sword clan.

340 years of system.

"700 years of history, this is a rare iron pear wood in a hundred years."

The swordsman also turned up a stool. At a glance, the handwriting in the west was exactly the same; "How much is this chair?"

"It should be no less than 30,000 legal coins. This family is really rich." After saying that, Jianxiao looked elsewhere; "It's hard to imagine that this family is so rich."

The swordsman walked to the inner room, and a bare head was placed on a simple table, but his body appeared under the table. There was a pool of blood on the ground. The incision on his neck was indeed very flat as Jian Xiao said.

Looking again, the head on the table opened his eyes angrily and looked angry, although he was a woman.

"What do you see?" Jian Xiaodao.

Xiao Yu also said, "It's disgusting. Who is so cruel? He killed someone and put his head on the table.

The cold light in the room flashed, and the long sword in Jianxiao's hand was indeed fixed by the door, but Jianxiao's mouth said; "Come out." Xiao Yu seems even more confused now. Under Xiao Yu's doubtful eyes, a figure slowly appeared on the edge of the door frame. A strong black coat. A black knife in his hand, clenched with both hands, looks particularly powerful. As the figure appeared, the knife slowly put down: "You are really careful."

"In the light of the demon sun, you are still an entity." The swordsman broke the road.

Thomas. Yang was a little helpless; "That can't be helped."

That's right, the person who came is the first assassin known as the Chinese Southern Wulin, the famous Southern Spur. Thomas. Yang. Jianxiao doesn't look as good as the swords; "What are you doing with us?"

"Your follower, where's the perish." Thomas. Yang asked the swordsman.

Sword clan "You'd better talk about your own affairs first. Under the light of the demon sun, you should not have a chance to get out."

"You bitches." Thomas. Yang scolded with hatred. Then he became serious; "Of course I came with you."

"Is there any benefit in following us?" Jianxiao still put his hand on the hilt. Once the assassin in front of him was invisible, Jianxiao decided to plan the other party's invisibility without hesitation. The sword clan did not believe that such martial arts could not be disturbed by the outside world.

"Don't do it. I happen to have a business now, and I'm also studying something that may be related to you." Thomas and Yang don't want to die so sadly, Jian Xiao's skill, Thomas. Yang has still seen it. If there is no light, Thomas and Yang are sure to leave at any time. In the case of light, Thomas. Yang is really not so stupid to play such a joke about his life.

"Who are you going to kill?" Walking around the world, the swordsman, who has been a bodyguard, asked amusedly.

"This is not a murder, but an investigation of the 13th meeting."

The sword clan was stunned and didn't even know what to say.

Jianxiao is very suspicious; "The target of your investigation is really strong, and you are bold enough."

Xiao Yu's expression is a little stunned at this time, which is the same as that of the sword clan. Although Xiao Yu is a girl, the forces in the world do know it clearly. People in the world know what the Fall 13 will be. There are their legends everywhere in the world. They have never seen their shadows, and they have indeed existed. This is the true portrayal of the Fall of the Thirteenth Society.

The light and dark temple of the Yi nationality is very powerful, and the Chinese ink and Fengming. The three villas of Biluo are powerful enough, but these are all forces in the Ming Dynasty of the mainland, and the forces that fell thirteen times have always been just a legend, a legend that has never been confirmed, and this legend really exists at this time, and everyone can feel her existence.

There is a very clear example, that is legal currency. In the final analysis, legal currency is a piece of broken paper, but this thing is jointly issued by all the money houses in the mainland, and the boss behind these banks is the fall of the 13th meeting.

Of course, this is also a legendary thing, but the legal currency is true, and all countries in the mainland also use it. This is the shadow of the Fall of the 13th Society. The two halls and three villas of Huayi two groups do not have this strength. Not to mention such influence.

"Can you tell me about your progress?" Jianxiao grooved over a chair and sat up with great interest.

"I found that you are also looking for faults in the thirteenth rounds."

Jianxiao seemed more interested: "Then what's going on?"

"Obviously, the little girl next to the sword clan was kidnapped, and the kidnapped person was the one who fell from the 13th Society."

"What do you mean?" The interest of the sword clan also came. How did this guy know about it? The sword clan began to think about this question in their hearts.

"Someone has entered the second prince's mansion. If I, the guard, don't know it, it's too out of tune." Thomas. Yang's words showed a trace of pride.

Only then did the swordsman remember that there was such a number one figure in the yard where they lived. It was embarrassing to carry these things in front of this assassin.

"Then how do you know it was the fall of the 13th meeting?" The swordsmen are naturally particularly concerned about this issue. This problem is very critical. You should know that if the sword clan hadn't cast the sword spirit Zhangping, the sword clan might not have known who was playing tricks until now.