Thousand Blades of Death

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Yan Renying's face was distorted for a while, and the acupuncture was released. He stood up and couldn't say a word. He looked at the expressionless Ma Yuan and gritted his teeth. "Simon blowing snow?"

Ma Yuan didn't answer the question and asked, "You just want to die like this? But I tell you, Ximen Fuxue doesn't want to kill you at all, and your fellow Zhang Yingfeng is not his hand at all."

Yan Renying lowered her head, which seemed to be more uncomfortable than death.

"You think about it." Ma Yuan looked at him, and the movement of the hall behind him had weakened a lot. Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Blowing Snow clip came out of the hall with a trace of blood. Lu Xiaofeng also sighed slightly when he saw Yan Renying. Tone.

Ximen blowing snow suddenly said: "These people come from Hainan."

Yan Renying was shocked and raised her head.

Ma Yuan has asked what Lu Xiaofeng would like to ask, "Since they were invited by you, why did you start instead?"

"They weren't invited by me." Yan Renying gritted his teeth and said, "It was they who came to me by themselves,

Say they are all old friends of the first teacher. "

Lu Xiaofeng was a little speechless: "You believe it?"

Ma Yuan glared at him secretly.

Lu Xiaofeng only smiled bitterly: "Do you know why they kill you?"

Also, Yan Renying is too young, not even better than Sixiu’s experience in rivers and lakes. It’s normal for him to be deceived. Hearing this question from Lu Xiaofeng, he hesitated and said, “As soon as they get here, they will secretly calculate me. Hear what they said."

"What's the matter?"

"It's not that we are going to kill you, it's those three wax figures that killed you." Yan Renying waited for Lu Xiaofeng to ask, and then said: "This wax figure was pinched out by my master. Seven of us are in the same door. He is the smartest one. And he has a pair of clever hands. He looks at your face, his hands hidden in his sleeves, and he will quickly pinch your image out, and it will be exactly like yours."

Such a magical craft was never heard of by Ma Yuan, and was a bit curious.

Lu Xiaofeng thought thoughtfully: "Is it because he was a member of the "Clay Figurine Zhang" family in Beijing?"

"Beijing is his hometown." Yan Renying answered Lu Xiaofeng's words on the reverse, "He is very familiar with the people on the ground."-So he would recognize Ma Liu, and indeed the family of the clay figurine Zhang.

"Where are these wax figures now?" Ma Yuan curiously asked.

"When he broke up with me, there was no wax figure on his body, but when I pretended to be his body, three wax figures fell out of his arms." Yan Renying took the wax figure out, "but these three people he pinched me But they don’t recognize it at all."

However, Lu Xiaofeng and Ma Yuan recognized that this was someone they had just experienced yesterday and also knew, "This is General Manager Wang and Ma Liu."

It is indeed lifelike, and the characteristics are very clear. Ma Yuan can even see Zhou Wen on the forehead of General Manager Wang and the smile on the face of Ma Liu.

Zhang Yingfeng does have a pair of clever hands, but unfortunately the third wax figure has been squashed.

Ma Yuan looked at the third wax figure. His face was squashed. It was really difficult to tell. This pinch was Ye Gucheng. He smiled. "It seems that the swordsman is the third person, Simon. , Do you look like you?"

Simon blowing snow glanced at him coldly and said, "It's flat, even if it's like you, it's a bit like it." He paused and couldn't understand it; "But at the point of life and death, where did he go? Wax to pinch the image?"

"He doesn't need to find it." Yan Renying answered the question: "He always carries a large amount of wax on his body. When it's okay, he holds it in his hands and plays with it. You ask the two sisters, they also know the brother habit."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded slightly, "It seems that his skillful hands are not born, but practiced."

It’s a pity that this love is not on weapons, otherwise a Ximen blowing snow might come out, Ma Yuan looked at the moving face of Ximen blowing snow, and shook his head helplessly, “Everything should be clear now, Zhang Yingfeng knew Ma Liu thought Ximen was blowing snow in the eunuch's den, so he wanted to go there to find you, but accidentally broke the secrets of General Manager Wang and Ma Liu, and this third person was also present, they killed him, But he couldn’t find the place to hide the corpse, so he put the corpse on his horse and transported it, planning to marry you.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed slightly, "Yes, this should be the case. It seems that the identity of this third person is really difficult to detect, otherwise Zhang Yingfeng will not be so anxious to squeeze out the wax figure."

Ma Yuan's fingertips rubbed his lips, and Ye Gucheng killed Zhang Yingfeng. I am afraid that Shi Xiuxue had no trouble. The matter he planned still had to hide her.

Ximen Chuxue stared at the flattened wax figure and said, "In any case, this man is by no means a honest monk!"

This man has hair. Not only can Zhang Yingfeng squeeze a person's appearance, even the person's hair bun has been pinched out, but the wax figure is almost destroyed, and after seeing the sky, I can't see anything famous, except to confirm that it is not a honest monk... …

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and smiled bitterly: "It seems that we now only know that he is a middle-aged man with a beard, neither too fat nor too thin."

Ma Yuan smiled sarcastically, "It's really not difficult."

Lu Xiaofeng thought again: "They are obviously also sent by General Manager Wang, in order to prepare to kill Yan Renying, and we did not expect us to come. Maybe it was not General Manager Wang, then the "third person" was the real one The mastermind. In any case, the lama is also a monk and wears white socks. There are many Taoists in the Hainan School."

White socks again. Lu Xiaofeng's whimsy obviously made Ma Yuan a little unbearable. He rolled his eyes to the sky, but let Yan Renying look startled.

The fire flashed, shining on Zhang Yingfeng's face and the fatal wound on his throat.

Ma Yuan pointed to this wound, "This kind of wound can be made by me and you, but fortunately I am still a young man without a beard."

Both Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng were speechless. Lu Xiaofeng thought for a while and looked at Ximen to blow snow, and asked, "Simon, can you tell? Who will make this wound."

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