Shi Feiyang’s heart suddenly shivered, like a sharp lightning bolt slicing through a cold night, instantly realizing the deadly mystery hidden behind the seemingly lodious tune of the storytelling music—the killer was using this intricate lody to convey a murderous command.
At this critical mont of life and death, images flashed like a lantern in Shi Feiyang’s mind: Yili’s lively eyes, Qi izhen’s heroic posture, and Bai Zhi’s gentle face. His worries and concerns for the three wives surged like a tide, filling his heart instantly. He knew well that if there was any mistake at this mont, not only would his wife’s life be in peril, but the innocent people present would also suffer a tragic fate.
Without the slightest hesitation, Shi Feiyang, without thinking, reached out his right hand like lightning, precisely and swiftly grasping the hilt of the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist. This blade, having weathered countless storms of blood, accompanied him in battles all over, seed to sense its owner’s resoluteness at this mont. Under the dim flickering lights, it glinted with a cold gleam, akin to a ghost in the dark night, exuding a fearso aura.
At the sa ti, Shi Feiyang operated the robust and profound Inner Strength of the Bright Jade Technique within him, the energy surged through his ridians like a roaring river.
He executed a unique move recorded in the Nine Yin Scripture, called "Blade Shadow Rhythm," his whole aura suddenly transford, rging with the surrounding air. His figure flickered, reaching a speed so extre, like a dark lightning piercing through the night, swiftly charging towards the pipa player.
The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, with his swing, traced an extrely sharp yet beautiful arc in the air, like the trajectory of a teor falling in the night sky, heading unstoppable and precisely towards the strings.
At the mont the blade touched the strings, it seed as if ti stood still. Then, a sharp, crisp sound suddenly echoed, akin to thunder breaking through the silent night sky, resonating long in the enclosed bookstore, making everyone’s ears buzz.
The powerful Inner Strength of the Bright Jade Technique continuously transmitted from the blade to the strings, like raging waves crashing against rocks, instantly shattering the poisoned strings, sending their fragnts fluttering like snowflakes.
In this thrilling process, while Shi Feiyang wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, he constantly glanced back at his wives’ direction and shouted loudly: "Yili, izhen, Bai Zhi, find a place to hide quickly!"
His voice was loud and powerful, possessing an undeniable authority, and also imbued with deep love. In this tense atmosphere, it was like warm sunlight, bringing reassurance and support to the three wives.
Yili, hearing her husband’s call, felt a touch of emotion in her eyes. She knew the situation was critical and could not afford any delay.
She quickly reached out, holding Qi izhen and Bai Zhi’s hands tightly, her movent gentle yet resolute. Qi izhen and Bai Zhi understood her intentions, and the three supported each other, hiding behind a sturdy pillar.
The pillar provided them with so shelter, temporarily avoiding danger.
With the strings breaking, that eerie and terrifying sound abruptly ceased, and the tension and danger that perated the bookstore slightly eased at that mont. Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, the heavy stone in their hearts finally dropped.
However, they all knew very well that this was rely the beginning, and more intricate and perilous challenges awaited them ahead.
Following the complex clues, Shi Feiyang and his companions, carrying firm determination, stepped into the forr residence of Wen Zhengming.
At this mont, the late autumn wind and rain grew more intense. The ancient buildings within the residence stood silently in the fierce storm, like giants that had weathered nurous vicissitudes, with mottled walls and worn windows silently telling the stories of the past.
The pines and cypresses in the courtyard, though still erect, also swayed violently under the onslaught of the cold wind, their branches clashing against each other, making creaking sounds. The fallen leaves on the ground, soaked by rain, piled up layer upon layer, emanating the sll of rotting leaves mixed with the dampness of the rain, perating the entire courtyard, adding a touch of eeriness and oppression to this serene place.
As Shi Feiyang and his party crossed the threshold of the old and rustic residence, a strong and dangerous aura surged towards them like a tide, instantly enveloping them.
This aura was cold and biting, seemingly carrying the chill from Nine Nether Hell, making the hair on their bodies stand on end, their nerves instantly taut, their senses wound up like tightly wound springs, entering a state of high alertness.
Everyone’s eyes revealed vigilance and resolve, ready at any mont to confront the crisis looming ahead.
Just as they were fully focused, holding their breath, and carefully examining the secret ink paintings, without the slightest warning, a group of masked figures, like ghosts erging from the depths of Hell Abyss, suddenly appeared from all directions.
These masked n moved gracefully, their muscles tight, their actions as agile as leopards, every subtle move smooth and rapid.
Their eyes emitted coldness and killing intent, as if all life in the world were no more than ants in their eyes.
The leading masked man stood at a height, his hands fluttering like phantoms, muttering incantations, his voice low and eerie, as if chanting ancient and evil spells.
With his movents, the fountain chanism was activated, and a deadly attack was about to unfold.
In an instant, a volley of black arrows, as if summoned by demons, erupted from the fountain like furious dragons.
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