late at night.

Toei Wei's backyard.

Qin Song, the chief clerk of the case library, sat in front of the desk and finally finished sorting out the case files at hand. He yawned, stretched and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But as soon as he raised his head, he found someone standing at the door. A young man wearing coarse clothes and holding a riding crop in his hand.

The figure was thin and motionless, looking at him.

"Hmm? Who are you? When did you come in?"

Qin Song was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked.

The young man did not speak, but still stared straight at Qin Song, as if he wanted to see through Qin Song at a glance.

"I'm asking you a question! Which family are you a coachman from?!"

"Come to pick up Luo Ping?!"

Qin Song looked at the young man in confusion, raised his voice, and continued to ask.

"Your name is Qin Song?"

The young man spoke, walked to the desk, and sat directly opposite Qin Song.

"You're not a coachman?! You're not here to pick up Luo Ping!"

"Who are you?!"

Qin Song's face darkened, he looked at the young man coldly, and asked in a deep voice.

Although he is now an idle petty official in the Duying Guard, after all, he was the commander of the Duying Guard ten years ago, and he still has the necessary vision.

"A passer-by seeking the truth."

The young man leaned back in his chair, held the riding crop in his hands and put it on his knees. His voice was calm, as if he was chatting about homely matters.

"What truth?"

Qin Song narrowed his eyes, his face darkened, and there was a trace of vigilance between his brows.

To be able to avoid the heavy patrols of the capital guards and walk up to him in a swagger is enough to show that the young man in front of him is not an ordinary person.

"I want to ask you about something that happened fifteen years ago. Do you still remember it?"

The young man looked at Qin Song and continued, his tone still calm.

Fifteen years ago?!

Hearing the young man's words, Qin Song couldn't help but his pupils narrowed suddenly, recalling a past event that could have been forgotten.

"continue."

Qin Song took a deep breath, and as he spoke, he quietly put his right hand under the desk.

"Did Prince Lichang of the Eastern Palace really rebel fifteen years ago? Is it a conspiracy?! Or is the evidence solid?!"

The young man stared into Qin Song's eyes and asked word for word.

Hearing the young man's question, Qin Song couldn't help but trembled, and his face instantly turned pale.

But then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and looked at the young man up and down again, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Are you from the previous dynasty?"

Qin Song paused, looked at the young man, and became serious.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is what is the truth? Are you willing to tell me?"

The young man did not answer and continued to ask questions.

"There is no truth and there will be no truth."

"Whether you are a member of the previous dynasty or not, fifteen years have passed and everything is meaningless."

"I'm old and can't remember many things, but I know that Prince Lichang did secretly cultivate private soldiers back then. The evidence is conclusive!"

"Whether he is treasonous or not, it is a capital crime!"

Qin Song shook his head and spoke eloquently, as if recalling many past events.

Hearing Qin Song's answer, the young man couldn't help but frown, looking a little struggling.

Obviously, this was not the answer he wanted, or rather, the answer he expected.

"You can go away. I can pretend that you have never been here tonight, and don't think about investigating anymore. It won't make any sense."

"Being alive is better than being dead."

Seeing the young man struggling, Qin Song sighed and said something helpless.

"Yeah?"

"Although some people are alive, they are no different from dead."

"And some people are dead, but many people want them to live!"

The young man calmed down and his voice became cold.

"So, you are here to kill me?"

Qin Song smiled, looked at the young man, and asked slowly.

"In my eyes, you are already a dead person, because I swore on Duanyin Mountain that no one who participated in that incident could escape."

The young man looked at Qin Song coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It seems that you are indeed a member of the previous dynasty."

"I should have expected that this day would come sooner or later. It has been fifteen years. I thought I could draw a clear line from the past by hiding here. But now it seems that I have simplified things."

"Can you tell me, are you a descendant of Qingmen or Xuanmen?"

Qin Song smiled bitterly and asked slowly.

Qingmen?

Xuanmen?

Hearing these two unfamiliar words, the young man obviously frowned again, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

But at the moment when he was doubtful, Qin Song had already reached out his right hand under the desk and suddenly reached forward!

Several strange noises were heard instantly, and several sharp arrows suddenly flew out from under the bookcase like lightning, and quickly shot towards the young man's chest and face!

There is an agency!

Seeing the sharp arrows whizzing towards him, the young man kicked hard on the desk and rolled backwards in the air, narrowly escaping the sneak attack of the sharp arrows!

His movements are swift and his body is as light as a swallow!

At the same time, the huge book desk also forced Qin Song, who was sitting at the other end, to back up repeatedly and was about to hit the wooden frame behind him!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Song suddenly waved his palm, and unexpectedly smashed the inverted book table into two pieces. He stamped his feet on the ground, jumped up, and quickly attacked the young man who had just landed.

!

To his surprise, the young man actually dodged all those sharp arrows stained with venom!

From the day he hid here, the trap has been set up!

But what surprised him even more was that before he could rush to the young man, he saw that the young man was already approaching him like a ghost. The speed was incredible!

There was a muffled groan, and both Qin Song's arms were restrained by the young man. With a crisp sound, they were forcefully twisted off!

Immediately afterwards, the young man flicked his wrist, and the riding crop in his right hand was tightly wrapped around Qin Song's neck!

"Your moves..."

"You are not from Qingxuan Sect, you are..."

Qin Song struggled to pull away the riding crop wrapped around his neck, while squeezing out a few words intermittently, his face turned dark purple.

From the young man's moves, he seemed to have figured out the young man's origin!

That precise move to separate the muscles and bones was the unique skill of the national master Pang Xun back then!

But the young man no longer gave Qin Song any chance to breathe. He jumped up, directly hung Qin Song on the beam with a riding crop, and then pulled hard!

"My name is Li Wuji!"

As the words fell, the young man slowly released his right hand.

Qin Song, who was hanging on the beam, was seen with his limbs limp, dangling upright and unable to make any sound.

He is dead.

He may or may not have heard the young man's last words.

"Who's in there?!"

"Master Qin?!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the door, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of weapons being unsheathed.
To be continued...