The wind and sand stood at the end of a dead end, and the noon sunlight passed through the mottled old wall and reflected on her face, illuminating a dull face.

Just now, right in front of him, the man suddenly twisted his companion's neck, then turned his face and grinned, making a roar.

This smile is weird and mysterious, unlike a human face, and looks more like an ancient bronze mask. It has a dull face, empty eyes, and the laughter is like two metal plates rubbing, cold and harsh.

Suddenly, he threw down two corpses and hit the brick wall opposite.

The bang was muffled, colorful.

The sky and the earth suddenly returned to silence, and their ears seemed to be covered with a dull film, and no sound could be heard into the ear drum.

The weird face seemed to still appear before his eyes, and he let out a silent but soul-piercing smile.

The already depressing high walls and narrow alleys have a strange smell.

It smells like a tofu brain that has been rotten for half a month and is poured with pepper that has just been rolled with hot oil. It is not only pungent, but also dazzling.

Fengsha's pupils shrank almost instantly, as if a cat was shining with strong light.

This tastes wrong.

Why is it wrong? It's just something wrong anyway.

Everything happened suddenly and came to an abrupt end, and the whole process was as ridiculous as silent.

The strange smell filled with the mouth and nose quickly faded, the eyes gradually became dull and heavy, and the thinking could only barely turn.

There was a dull sound in my ears, and I subconsciously retracted my neck.

No? Come again!

The side door of the courtyard wall was kicked open suddenly, and a group of men in black robes rushed into the dead end.

"Young Master Feng, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Assassin?"

"Feng Shao is Feng Shao, he is really good at it."

Many familiar faces swayed in front of their eyes, with different expressions of sentient beings, as if they were worried and secretly happy.

Many familiar voices were ringing in my ears, making noise together, as if they were full of kindness and seemed to have hidden murderous intent.

Everything is so strange and familiar, and so suspicious and alert.

The wind and sand never say anything. When you can’t figure out the situation, it’s best to remain silent.

"Why is this guy with a broken neck a little familiar?"

"He came in the morning, I received it. I just met Director Ren..."

As the head?

The thinking is indescribable, as if it is axle caught in mud. It takes all your strength to turn a little bit. It is particularly difficult to recall things, but it is very sensitive to this title.

When I heard the three words "Ren Song" and immediately remembered the name "Ren Song".

"…He is the Suzakuwei."

The obviously small sound seemed like a shocking thunder, and everyone was silent in an instant, without even breathing loudly.

The word "Surpriser Bird" seems to really touch a key valve, and the originally stagnant memories suddenly emerged in my mind.

The deceased was Zhuque, he was Xuanwu, or a former chief of Xuanwu. The person who replaced him was Ren Song.

Xuanwu and Zhuque belong to an extremely large secret sect. They have completely different divisions of labor and have different strengths. Xuanwu is responsible for inner guards and investigation of traitors, while Zhuque is responsible for intelligence and wealth accumulation.

The two are theoretically at the same level. Zhuque has the oil to control the foreign business, while Xuanwu has the right to detect internally and has a higher actual status.

A higher status does not mean that you can kill a Suzaku at will.

This is a big trouble.

"You guys invite Mr. Feng back first, and I'll report to the head."

The wind and sand felt like they were being slapped from left to right, and their knees were bent weakly, and their toes rubbed against the ground, not knowing where to go.

He committed suicide after murdering someone, obviously a frame-up. Now he is the only one who lives, and he can't even explain it even if he has a long mouth.

"What's wrong with Mr. Feng? You won't be scared, are you?"

"Shiss, I thought Feng Shao was you, but if you kill someone, you will have weak legs... Wait, could you be poisoned?"

Suddenly, I was in a hurry.

The wind and sand lay flat on the ground, some people opened their eyelids and some people called in their ears.

The afternoon sun was very dazzling, and the pupils couldn't help but sting and contracted. The mind was still a little slow to wake up quickly, and immediately realized that the body was extremely stiff.

He subconsciously hooked his fingertips and responded for a long time.

There is indeed something wrong with that strange taste.

At this moment, a group of people shouted: "Responsible."

"What's wrong with Mr. Feng?"

Someone whispered the situation.

Ren Song was silent for a little while and began to assign tasks in an orderly manner. The originally messy group of people immediately became orderly.

The wind and sand were forcibly lifted up by someone, and I listened to all this in my ears, and my mood was complicated and difficult to understand.

This was originally a job he did, but now it has become a job he was done.

People who have never experienced it personally may never understand this emotion.

...

Chenliu is a very small country with a steep and mountainous territory that contains rich mineral resources.

The royal city of Chenliu is called Liucheng, and the exiled Liu.

This is indeed a wild place for exiled prisoners. Over time, it gathers into a city and then becomes a country.

Fengsha had been in Liucheng for a long time, and almost forgot that this was a prison, not his home, and he had no home for a long time.

As a person exiled by the sect, you must not step out of the city of Liucheng, otherwise you will be dead.

The sect is called the Four Spirits. As the name suggests, the Qinglong, Black Tortoise, Vermillion Bird and White Tiger.

As the young master of the Four Spirits, the only successor of the sect leader, he succeeded to the throne at a young age and was unable to convince the public. He was defeated by internal struggle due to disputes in his ideas shortly after he took over.

Fortunately, someone from the top leaders of the Four Spirits gave him protection openly and secretly, otherwise he would not have lived until now.

His exile career, which fell to the bottom, did not destroy his ambitions. He relied on the secret spiritual power of his master to practice. He spent ten years laying a big net in Liucheng and building Xuanwu from scratch.

The four spirits seemed to have acquiesced to all this, and at first they only provided secretly. Later, the Suzaku entered and the White Tiger entered, and in fact they accepted this independently developed branch.

In the end, he was even awarded the seal and embellishment, and he was officially appointed as the head of the Liucheng Xuanwu Branch.

The forces of the four spirits quickly filled the entire Chenliu with the Xuanwu of Liucheng as the fulcrum.

In this chaotic era, there are seven major countries in the world, more than a hundred small countries, and countless small forces occupying one city and one town, and most of them are invading and annexing each other.

Chenliu is a small country with weak strength, so it is difficult to escape. Fortunately, it is located in the wild mountains, with only one river connecting the inside and outside, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In addition, it produces a lot of ore, is good at casting, and makes a lot of profits, and has become one of the few paradises today.

It is the time when the heroes compete, no one will think there are too many excellent and stable weapons. Many forces are making Chen Liu's idea, but the Four Spirits are the most successful.

Of course, Liucheng Xuanwu made an indispensable contribution, and the wind and sand made great contributions.

Everything went smoothly, and the wind and sand were always looking forward to it. Maybe soon I could leave this cage, return to my dream hometown, and even gain a place in the four spirits again.

With Ren Song's arrival, the beautiful dream gradually became less beautiful, and he was clearly sent to replace him.

Fengsha still had fantasies. After all, he should be allowed to open up territory for the Four Spirits, and at least he should be allowed to return to his hometown, even if he continues to be imprisoned.

So he gave in step by step, allowing Ren Song to plant new people, and let himself be gradually undermined. After the order of the superior to remove the head, he did not make any resistance.

Until today...
Chapter completed!