Jiang Yu's embroidered spring blade swished out, swooping down to sweep the opponent's lower body. Hu Li's long knife stabbed forward, catching the person off guard, causing them to stagger back two steps. Jiang Yu and Hu Li exchanged a glance, one wielding from the left, the other from the right, simultaneously attacking and retracting their blades.

The person's speed was extremely fast, but two fists were no match for four hands, and the two of them kept a distance not too far nor too close from him.

Jiang Yu's blade tip aimed at the person's waist, the person's palm pressed against it to block the force, while Hu Li's blade chopped towards his face, causing the person to step back half a step.

The three stood silently forming a triangle.

The person sneered, but the laughter abruptly stopped.

With the mask on the person's face shattered into two halves, revealing the real face, the person raised a hand to touch his forehead, "Heh, caught red-handed."

This familiar person was none other than the unfortunate fellow who died at the inn that day.

Everyone had witnessed the death of the unfortunate fellow at the inn. Subsequently, the clues were drawn to Xu Xiazi from the east of the city, and later Xu Xiazi died. The cause of death was similar to the unfortunate fellow's, a fatal dose of the secret poison from the Yin Yang Valley.

Xu Xiazi was the one guarding the walls of Shangyong City and couldn't have been associated with this person.

The person who died at the beginning of the plot turned out to be one of the plotters. Who would have thought?

"Did Xu Xiazi die from the secret poison?" Hu Li asked.

"The one at Qinglong Temple was right," the person laughed.

"Are you from the Yin Yang Valley?"

"Guess again," the person shook his head regretfully, then covered his face with his palm, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes, "Since you've seen my face, why not come and meet your death?"

This time, the person darted forward swiftly. Both men leaped backward.

A massive net fell from above the bamboo forest, trapping the person firmly.

The Jin Yiwei's Heavenly Net seemed to have been silently laid out long ago, waiting for Jiang Yu's signal to act immediately.

The trapped person was furious, pressing his palms to the ground, but he was no match for the Jin Yiwei surrounding him from all sides, unable to find any loopholes for a moment.

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Jiang Yu leaned on his sword hilt, "You're unlucky. You might die again."

Yao Qiu lit a match, crouching down to illuminate the person's face. Jiang Yu glanced at Yao Qiu, who then stepped on the person's back.

He reached out and grabbed the object from the person's hand, then turned and handed it to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu raised his hand, "Take him away."

The person was tied up and laughed twice as he passed by Jiang Yu and Hu Li. Suddenly, Jiang Yu exclaimed, "Yao Qiu, it's too late at night to disturb the innkeeper. Take him to Qinglong Temple. This gentleman should like it there."

Yao Qiu acknowledged and handed the match in his hand to Hu Li.

Once the person was gone, Jiang Yu used the light from the match to examine the box.

"Is this the purpose of the Black Horse Escort Agency's trip to Yanran City?"

"Although they're the top escort agency in the world," Jiang Yu ran his hand over the wooden box and then tapped the edges, "they have big ambitions, but there are always a few bad apples who insist on going dark. They know what they're doing and want to avoid me."

"What's inside?"

The wooden box seemed ordinary, and Jiang Yu shook it before opening it.

There was only a piece of paper inside.

Written on it were three words: Qinglong Temple.

Hu Li frowned, "Just these three words?"

Jiang Yu looked at the wooden box again, confirming that there was nothing else inside.

They went through all this trouble to deliver only three words to Shangyong City?

Hu Li glanced at Shi Yun's body lying on the ground and walked over to examine it carefully.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu asked.

Hu Li felt for Shi Yun's breath with his hand and found none. "A person died, how could he be alive again?"

Jiang Yu reluctantly put away the box, including the note, and Hu Li remained crouched there, muttering to himself.

"Let's go."

"Jiang Yu," Hu Li stopped him, then said, "Do you think he might come back to life too?"

Jiang Yu listened, pondering for a moment before saying, "If he's just one of the threads, leading people to Qinglong Temple."

Hu Li's eyes lit up, picking up the conversation, "Then the clue is at Qinglong Temple."

"Call Yao Qiu and the others back. We can't alert the enemy."

Early morning.

The innkeeper opened the door and sprinkled water from a wooden basin at the entrance, glancing up at the signboard before adjusting his hat.

Today was the same as every other day.

After the innkeeper regained his composure, he turned and went back inside the inn.

Hu Li dragged the person into the inn, with Jiang Yu following two steps behind.

The Jin Yiwei had already been placed at Qinglong Temple.

As for why the person was so calm, it was because Hu Li had given him a packet of sleeping powder.

The person was sound asleep.

Jiang Yu and Hu Li had their breakfast in the room.

As noon approached, Xu Cheng and the others went out to search for people and found Shi Yun's body behind the inn's back door.

Bai Lian stepped back half a step, "Sure enough, there are ghosts in Shangyong City!"

Shi Yun's death was too horrifying, with a white mark on his neck shaped like a handprint.

The three of them had been waiting at the inn for news for two whole days, but with no message received, one of them ended up dead.

Xu Cheng slapped Bai Lian on the back of his head, frowning, "Stop making noise."

Bai Lian shrank back, closing his mouth.

Shen Wen had left his room early today, feeling full of energy. The innkeeper thoughtfully brewed a pot of hot tea for him as he sat in his usual spot near the window.

After finishing a cup of tea, Shen Wen rested his chin on his hand, staring outside at the three figures for a moment before elongating his voice, "Hey."

Black Face turned his head to look, seeing a young man inside the window. When he saw him looking over, the young man greeted again.

Xu Cheng's temper was already flaring up at the moment, and now he was being provoked by a young man who seemed easy to bully. He immediately classified him as one of the trashy people who were easy to bully, "Speak if you have something to say, or get lost."

Shen Wen wasn't angry, pouring himself another cup of tea. The cup touched his lips, and when the girl passed by the stairs, she didn't even look at him and went straight out the door of the inn.

Hu Li leaned against the small window.

His gaze fell on the stone-paved road, where the two figures were disappearing.

Jiang Yu glanced at the dagger in Hu Li's hand, squinting slightly. Hu Li raised his hand to examine the dagger, and without intending to explain much, he tucked the dagger back into his boot.

"Jiangnan's Shen family came to Shangyong City for these two people. What grudge or feud do they have?" With the two figures already out of sight, Hu Li furrowed his brows, "They're gone, why hasn't the Shen family caught up?"

Jiang Yu pondered for a moment before saying, "Perhaps the Shen family's purpose in this trip isn't really for the Liang Prince's treasure. As for where they're going, the Shen family doesn't seem to care. Shen Wen mentioned to you before that the Shen family won't seek trouble on their own."

"They're gone."

Hu Li left the room not to catch up with the people but to arrive at the door of the two men's room. He pushed the door open. The layout of the inn's guest rooms was basically the same. Since the two had just arrived in Shangyong, the room looked as if it had not been occupied.