Chapter 139

Murong Jiaja's expression was very anxious, very painful. Moreover, when she clutched her forehead and cried out in pain, the aura on her body gradually weakened, and her quasi-substantial body slowly faded.

Oh no…… I silently thought it was bad, quickly pinched a hand seal and sucked Murong Jiaja into the Spirit Gathering Jade.

"What's wrong with Miss Murong?" Pangzi scratched his head, asking doubtfully.

A flash of gloom crossed my mind; perhaps it was because that person was very important to Murong Jiaja, and whenever her memory-lacking self thought of that person, her emotions would become overly agitated. Now I finally understand why Murong Jiaja's spirit body is so weak. Each time I think of that person, my head aches once, and the aura on her body gradually dissipates; over time, how could she not be weak?

But who is that person? Is he really worth Murong Jiaja's longing for so long?

I shook my head, tossed aside those chaotic thoughts, and immediately refocused on the matter of our assassination.

In this affair, everywhere there is strangeness; if we say that from the moment we stepped in, we fell into a prearranged trap. Then how did Fan Wuchang know that Pangzi would set up the Nine Yin Formation? Could it be because only the Nine Yin Formation can dispel the yang sha of Chen Zheng's ancestral home, and Pangzi and I merely stumbled into it by accident?

At this moment, my mind is in a terrible tangle; one chaotic matter after another piles up into huge clues, which in my brain weave into a tangled net whose threads I can't follow.

I wanted to get a cup of water to ease the dizziness in my head. I walked toward the table where the cup was placed, but my feet tripped with a clatter on a small knife dropped by the assassin. Losing my balance for a moment, I fell forward onto the corpse on the ground.

"Are you all right……!" Pangzi and Yuan Qiu rushed to my side, anxiously asking, and they checked my foot for wounds. Including myself, we also suspected we had been stabbed by a knife. After seeing Fan Wuchang's military dagger, we subconsciously thought the assassin's blade must be extremely sharp.

But we searched our feet for a long time, saw no bleeding wound, yet discovered a vitally important problem.

The assassin's knife was actually dull!

That military dagger, about five inches long, had its edge rolled; it couldn't even slice fruit, let alone kill someone.

We examined the other two assassins' knives, and without exception they were identical, their edges all rolled.

For an assassin who makes a living by killing, his weapon being dull is simply unimaginable! Either he's an idiot, or he's seeking death.

Or perhaps it was done deliberately.

"Brother Wuchang, he doesn't intend to kill us!" Pangzi gazed at the three daggers and sighed deeply.

"Yeah, all this is a trap set by Brother Wuchang!" I also sighed and said gloomily.

"Design, what are you talking about?" Yuan Qiu beside us asked curiously.

Pangzi replied: "All this was designed by Brother Wuchang; he is hinting that we should hurry and leave Aomen, not kill us."

Pangzi's answer left Yuan Qiu even more puzzled; he asked Pangzi doubtfully: "But if Brother Wuchang wanted to remind us, he could have just sent someone to do so. Why go through all this trouble? Moreover, I don't see any symbolism in these people."

I shook my head, pointed to the three people on the ground, and slowly said to Yuan Qiu: "Take a look, the assassins sent to kill us are three. Have you wondered why Brother Wuchang would send three people to assassinate us?"

Yuan Qiu was momentarily at a loss, stammering: "Perhaps… because we only have three people? One each, just right."

"No," Pangzi interjected: "A true assassin, even if one can't fight a hundred, is more than enough to assassinate us covertly. If they wanted an open slaughter, they could just send people with guns to sweep the door. With Dongling's power, even if they caused a huge commotion, they could certainly cover it up."

"Then what you're saying is, could these three people be some kind of hinted code?" Yuan Qiu spread his hands, wearing an expression of helplessness and confusion.

"Yes, these three people themselves are the code." Pangzi nodded heavily and said: "Think about it, why three? Because… three opens life." Then Pangzi pointed to the inside and outside of the door.

"Brother Wuchang wanted to convey a message through these three people: walking out of this room and leaving Aomen is the path to life; otherwise, you'll be as dead as these three corpses on the ground, a dead end."

"So, whether we kill these three or not, they will eventually contrive various coincidences to die before our eyes. And all this is Brother Wuchang's design. He is delivering a message, urging us to leave Aomen!" I took up the thread and sighed: "What should have been a simple matter now requires so much effort, producing all this. This phenomenon can only mean one thing: Brother Wuchang's situation is also very difficult now; whether to kill us or not is no longer within his control."

"What should we do now—go find him to clarify, or pack up and leave Aomen?" After hearing Pangzi's explanation, Yuan Qiu also sighed helplessly. At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Pangzi. At this point, we handed the decision over to Pangzi.

Pangzi let out a deep sigh and gave a wry smile: "Actually, I was just about to go find Brother Wuchang, but after hearing Hai Sheng's words, I also realized it would be useless to look for him. If he could decide, he wouldn't have used such a passive way to remind us. Since he chose this method, it proves he too is under someone's control."

After saying that, Pangzi lowered his head gloomily, his face full of worry: "I don't even know how Brother Wuchang is doing now!"

"''We might as well leave Aomen now; staying here we can't help Brother Wuchang at all, and might only add trouble for him. Leaving is our best choice." Yuan Qiu patted Pangzi's shoulder and suggested: "This water is too deep; we're not qualified to get involved."

After learning that Fan Wuchang truly did not intend to kill us, our hearts all involuntarily relaxed. Although our situation is dire, the pressure weighing on everyone's hearts has lessened a bit here. We are not afraid of danger. What we fear is betrayal by friends.

Pangzi sighed: "I'm not only worried about Brother Wuchang; I also worry about the Nine Yin Formation set up in Chen Zheng's ancestral home. You don't know how formidable the Nine Yin Formation is. If it isn't dismantled within three days, it will truly cause corpses to litter the field, wiping out all people and livestock within a ten-li radius, and will indeed create monstrous killing karma."

"What do you suggest we do? Neither going nor staying works. I'm certain that if we dare to return to Chen Zheng's ancestral home again, let alone whether we can dismantle the formation, even getting in is questionable." By now, everyone's mind was clear.

Fan Wuchang's purpose in driving us away is absolutely to prevent us from dismantling the formation; otherwise, he wouldn't have sent assassins the very night after advising us.

But why would Fan Wuchang need the Nine Yin Formation? No, perhaps it's not what Fan Wuchang wants; perhaps the mastermind behind all this is Chen Zheng.

Looking at the whole affair, Fan Wuchang seems to have been in a passive position all along; who could command Fan Wuchang? Besides Chen Zheng, who else could?

"Don't argue, let me think for a moment!" Pangzi squatted down, rubbing his forehead and sighing repeatedly.

"Huh, what's this?" As I squatted down with Pangzi, my hand seemed to step on a rectangular hard object. I moved my foot and saw it was a black notebook.

This notebook must have fallen from the assassin who attacked us; unable to contain my curiosity, I opened it.

At first sight, it was a dense mass of characters; this appears to be a private detective's notebook, recording the daily lives, routines, and frequent haunts of several people.

But why are these names so familiar!

I continued flipping through, and when I reached the last two pages, I suddenly froze, stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what I saw. In that instant, I involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.

I finally understood why the names in the notebook were so familiar; we had seen them all before, in the file Chen Mo handed us—they are all targets of the Serpent Infant Hunt. Altogether ten people, the names of those ten individuals exactly match those recorded in this notebook. However…… the notebook contains two names not in Chen Mo's file.

One is the Northeast Tiger, and the other…… is actually Chen Mo.

The Northeast Tiger is already dead, so the next one……

"Hurry up, Chen Mo is in danger!" Without time to explain, I grabbed Pangzi and Yuan Qiu and ran out of the inn..