In the silent night, there is an air that is extremely stale.
This night in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was still shrouded in the bleak autumn wind that made every old tung leaf decay. There were still too many people who could not sleep all night and were in a very tense and nervous mood.
However, Lin Weichu was not as restless as others in Daye's West Street Hotel. As Yin Cheng of the hotel, what he needed most at this time was to be calm. The autumn wind blows outside the house, as if someone is rubbing the thousand-year-old mausoleum with a broom, stirring up the smell of Mongolian dirt.
It¡¯s not easy to calm down at night like this, especially since Lin Weichu had experienced Daye¡¯s Great Patriotic War and suffered some injuries on the battlefield that affected his bones and muscles. When he calmed down, his right arm would tremble slightly. After taking off his military uniform and putting on his official uniform after coming off the battlefield, whenever he couldn't calm down, he would write.
When he raised his wrist and started writing, when the wolf hair dipped in black ink swam across the paper, his trembling arms would become surprisingly stable. The feelings that were originally difficult to calm down will slowly calm down at this time.
He is writing tonight, so even in this suffocating night, his mood is still very calm.
But he felt something was unusual. This night was too quiet, just like his mood at this time.
No more the sound of Aunt Six pounding clothes by the ancient well under the sapodilla tree on the east eaves of the hotel, no more the snoring of the cook Lao Zhang in the west room. There is no longer the sound of the weapons being hung by military attach¨¦s outside the museum from time to time. There are even no sounds of birds resting under the trees in the hotel or cats walking on the roof. Even the sudden exclamation stopped so abruptly.
Lin Weichu¡¯s arms began to tremble again, but he was still writing. He knew there might be people outside, but he never imagined that this would really happen. The people outside the house really just came.
The door suddenly deformed in some way, like bamboo strips bending inward. The two doors suddenly cracked and the latches popped inward, then drooped to both sides. Inside the Daye Hotel, it was like a thunder struck.
All the bookshelves, furnishings and plants in the house were broken and fell to the ground as if they had been cut by the wind.
In an instant, only Lin Weichu was left in the room, as well as the table and chair where he was sitting.
His writing hand was shaking, because through the shattered hall door, he had already seen the person standing in the hotel's foyer.
You don¡¯t even need to use the moonlight, because the person himself is shining.
He once looked up at this person's appearance from a distance, but he didn't expect that he would see this person arrive in the hotel with his own eyes. But it is indeed not glory, but a certain dark and desperate atmosphere.
The holy envoy of Xituo, Kamu, was standing in the pavilion at this time. His face was covered with a faint halo, and the halo floating outside had an aura of supreme majesty, as if it were the silence in the nine heavens that would be shattered if touched.
He is the Holy Messenger Camus. When he once visited a place, he could attract thousands of people to cheer and admire him vigorously. However, he may also appear in such a night. When he appears, he is the devil, bringing desolation without even a blade of grass.
Seeing the blood everywhere in the hotel, Lin Weichu finally understood what happened and why it was so quiet that night.
Of course, Aunt Six beside the ancient well could no longer pound rice, because her fat body had fallen against the wall, and there was a large pool of blood on the wall that resembled a broken watermelon. There was no snore from the cook in the west room. The military attach¨¦s outside the door were like vegetable leaves and grass stems in a storm, hanging in the corners and treetops. Their bodies were hanging without any sign of life, indicating that people were buried after death. Trampled dignity.
"As if in an instant, Daye Hotel, which had not changed for ten years and was not very lively but very popular, died like this.
Seeing that man, who no longer belonged to their level, Lin Weichu's body was filled with fear, and every inch of his muscles seemed to be trembling.
He looked at the Xingshu Pavilion with golden light in the distance, and then said to Camu, "I thought the Holy Envoy would be there at this moment. Everyone thought you were there. But they didn't expect that you, with such status, would be there today. He actually came here in such a condescending manner. And as soon as he arrived, he was able to do such bloody things."
Camu's face shrouded in the halo was neither happy nor sad. He just put his hands behind his back, as relaxed as chatting with someone, "It's precisely because no one expected that I would appear here, so when they saw the final result, The expression on the face will probably be wonderful.¡±
The coldness in these words penetrated the bone marrow, making Lin Weichu, the only living person, feel a sore chill in his vest.
"I don't understand." He shook his head, "Looking at your current situation, you should be very accomplished in magic, so the Holy Envoy should already be confident about tomorrow's decisive battle. But why do you still have to work hard to do such things at this moment? "Lin Weichu looked at the door.?Those who fell in various directions, he felt that his heart was instantly filled with unspeakable grief, as well as a kind of powerlessness and helplessness in the face of huge force. In front of a person with great power like Kamu, the corpses outside the door were no different from a few dead leaves and rotten wood.
"Tomorrow has already been determined, but just killing Yang Ze is not enough." Camu's narrow eyes narrowed, with an indescribable ferocity, "The unscrupulous people of the small country, the waves that were originally turned over by hands , he could be crushed to death over and over again, but he broke free again and again and stabbed me with thorns, and now he went up to the Mount of Kings and openly challenged me on the mountain."
Camu¡¯s eyes turned blood red, ¡°Who can understand being challenged by a rogue is like having dirty water poured on you?¡±
He is the Holy Envoy of Xituo, a majestic and mysterious existence that attracts everyone's attention. However, the ant-like Yang Ze attracted a lot of criticism, and now, he is challenged by the other party face to face. In his opinion, it was equivalent to being put on the same level as Yang Ze in the world. No matter he wins or loses, being challenged has already destroyed his prestige. How does this make him, who has always been mentally obsessive, deal with it?
"Killing Yang Ze is not enough to express my hatred for him. Isn't he so responsible? If he is so focused on the responsibility of the Daye people on his shoulders, then seeing everyone around him die because of him must be more important than torturing his body. It makes people happy many times over." Camus smiled, but this smile made people's scalp feel cold.
"So I came here when everyone thought I was still in Xingshu Pavilion. Daye's Queen Qingping is the princess of the empire. This is a gold medal for immunity from death. Naturally, I will not touch her."
"However, other people are not as lucky as her. There are many Daye people in this city. There are enough for me to kill with pleasure. Yang Ze's biggest mistake is that he should not be so responsible and invest in you little people. With so much attention on him on the King's Mountain, of course we can't do anything to him before the official duel. However, after this night, after all the Daye people and everyone related to him were purged, I doubt that in the future No one dares to challenge my authority like this again."
Camus was shrouded in golden light, but his face exuded a sinister and cruel smile, "Be afraid. Everyone here has fear on their face before they die. When the fear of so many people finally appears after knowing everything What a pleasure it must be when it comes to Yang Ze¡¯s face.¡±
Lin Weichu didn't answer him. Although there were spasmodic tremors all over his body, including his calves, he still didn't stop and was still writing.
So this move caught Camus' attention, "What are you writing at this time? Is it a suicide note?"
Lin Weichu finally stopped writing, and then stood up slowly while holding on to the chair. He restrained his body's instinctive fear and walked towards Camu, dragging the rice paper with freshly wet ink in his hand.
Kamu raised his hand, and the piece of paper came into his hand.
He looked at Lin Weichu's handwriting, and his face, which was originally slightly sinister and cheerful, frowned unconsciously, "What is this?"
"This is the list of all the guests in Xituo Temple in Xingshu Pavilion and in our prosperous Tang Empire."
Jiamu looked at the list and finally noticed something unusual. There was a sinister fire in his eyes. He looked at Lin Weichu coldly, "What does this mean? Blackmail? I really want to know, Yang Zeruo today." If it¡¯s not the Mount of Kings, it¡¯s already hard to protect itself, so what confidence does he have to threaten it? With just the little secret line laid by Daye that he had control of during the prosperous Tang Dynasty?¡±
"Don't underestimate the temple. We have stood for thousands of years in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. We are far more powerful than the world imagines. Yang Ze's secret forces include his so-called frost-breaking army and the people from Qishan County who came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty early. They think they are The cover-up is good, but in front of the temple, there are just a bunch of miscellaneous fish temples who want to wield knives, and they are not even qualified to wipe the knives."
Lin Weichu saluted, "The Third Prince Yang is now on the Mountain of Kings, but the Holy Envoy has forgotten that the First Prince and the Second Prince have already regained their freedom. They are not in the mountain now."
Daye¡¯s Poshuang Army and the Heavenly Supervisory Department¡¯s secret line were indeed weak and could not cause any trouble in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. However, Yang Ze and his two eldest brothers are the strongest combatants on the surface.
??Jamu was stunned and frowned. Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan were under house arrest by the Four Saints, so he actually ignored the existence of these two people for a while.
"Those unscrupulous people who have no respect for the temple," he then laughed and said with a proud face, "Even if Rosen reappears in front of me now, I, Camu, have a 50% chance of winning against him. Yang Ze's two successors The eldest and second brothers who have inherited the Rosen inheritance, is it too naive to hope that they can deal with me?"
"The Holy Envoy misunderstood." Lin Weichu shook his head, "The two princes, Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan, are not trying to intercept and stop you, but they are trying to compete with you."
"Competition?" Kamuo's pupils dilated.
 "The Holy Envoy can kill anyone you want, but as long as the people of Daye in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, people far away in Daye's land, or anyone Yang Ze cares about are harmed, the game will begin. The two princes, Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan, will kill every guest or disciple of Xi Tuo according to this list. They can't stop the Holy Envoy from killing you, but the Holy Envoy can also not stop them from killing people, because Xi Tuo has no way of knowing. The bad news about this guest will come at the next moment."
Kamu stood on the spot, holding the white rice paper in his hand. Countless textures were drawn out of the corner of the paper in an instant.
Today, nearly a hundred guests in Xingshu Pavilion intercepted Ji Linger. With the combined efforts of everyone, even two more Ji Linger could not break through the encirclement of so many guests. Together, Xituo Keqing can form a powerful army. However, they were separated and faced alone with Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan, who inherited Rosen's inheritance. There are only a handful of people who can rival him.
?Perhaps this is what they said, they will kill as many people as they want.
"This is a threat to me, but don't forget that the Situ Temple is never threatened. How many of the guests here were humble and hypocritical people who would do anything to have a relationship with me, Situ. They are all dead. There is no loss for us." Camu said coldly.
"It's true. In the temple's thousand-year history, there have been too many Hakka families who are not worthy of their name. They are bright and majestic, secretly treacherous and plundering, do bad things, and have a bloody history. These people are the ones who want to protect the believers in the name of the temple. , but privately, we definitely want to kick them away. However, after so many years of investigation, we naturally know that, except for those who are dispensable, there are still some people in this list who are extremely important and key to the temple. . These people must have died. It is also a loss that the temple is unwilling to accept."
Camu¡¯s face instantly became ferocious and strange, and his aura rose and fell dangerously. Lin Weichu felt like he was in a storm, but he was not afraid.
"Very good! It seems that we still underestimated Daye's management in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Even you can master these, which shows that we have always underestimated the capabilities of Daye, a small and small country."
"A small country can sometimes burst out with great energy." Lin Weichu said solemnly, "Just like the Third Prince Yang, he has been an extremely rare pride for me for hundreds of years."
"Then watch carefully, the so-called proud Yang Ze, tomorrow I will make a judgment on him in the name of God. You will eventually accept that cruel situation. I am looking forward to it."
Camu turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the hotel. When he reached the door, he tilted his head, and the outline of his face was so cold that it seemed that he was not human. "After tomorrow, people from Daye in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, please be prepared to follow Yang Ze." Preparation to die.¡±
Lin Weichu bowed, "The Third Prince said that tomorrow he will wash his neck and wait for the Holy Envoy to strike."
"I suddenly don't like your words. Although I can't kill you for the time being, I think it's okay to make you suffer a little." Camu suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Lin Weichu.
Poof! A line of blood spurted out from Lin Weichu's mouth. Something flew out of his mouth and shattered into blood foam in Camus' hand. That's his tongue.
The moment Kamuo disappeared outside the museum, Lin Weichu knelt on his knees, tears of grief bursting out of his eyes. What hurt him was not the disability of his body at this moment, but the people around him who were once close to him but now are not. People who have become cold corpses and can no longer reproduce their voices and smiles. ! ! !