Suddenly stabbed, the masked man crawled like a black worm on the ground, and a dull voice was released from his throat with pain and resentment.

Struggling to prop up his upper body, he glared angrily. Blood constantly poured out from the wound, and it was extremely red seen through the fingers.

"Well done. You dare to plot against me..."

The masked man gasped hurriedly and said weakly. The thick mask concealed his mysterious face, making it impossible to see what he was looking like.

Gu Yunxi suddenly felt pain.

It was this person who kidnapped her, changed her face arbitrarily, and then forced her to take Hanfu Powder in order to control her.

All in all, she could have been cruel to him.

But seeing him like this at this moment, especially when the bright star eyes behind the mask had fallen into the endless gloom, bitterness and dull pain suddenly surged up from the bottom of her heart. Her nose trembled a few times. When they saw each other, she burst into tears.

"Why do you come here..."

Gu Yunxi's face was entangled and her eyes turned gray. After a sorrowful whisper, she shouted sadly, "Why do you come here?!"

The pink lips under the iron face made an arc of laughter. Compared with the cold metal, there was always a slight warmth.

"I know you have been hating me, but if I don't come, you will hate me even more..."

Gu Yunxi's shocked pupils widened and she took a step back in a daze. Her heart was like being crushed repeatedly by a heavy stone and the pain of fragmentation instantly spread to her limbs and body.

It turned out that he knew that it was a trap, but he still had no hesitation...

His smile was as warm as ever. He raised his blood-stained fingers tremblingly and stretched towards her, "Muxue, leave with me. I will tell you about me. I will..."

A wind of palm hit fiercely from one side and bounced his arm that he was trying to raise towards the girl.

After that, Leng Qingtang fell lightly between the two. His handsome eyes were dark and warm, and he stared at the black figure floating on the ground. Without squinting, he said to Gu Yunxi, "Thanks for your hard work, little girl."

Gu Yunxi's expression was complicated and solemn, and she slowly lowered her head after a quick glance at him.

Leng Qingtang's murderous spirit was entrenched all over his body. He held his hands proudly, smiled coldly at the injured person, and murmured,

"Why don’t you tell me what happened to you? I'm willing to listen to you."

The masked man opened his mouth and slowly got up while laughing. A series of strenuous movements caused the pain of tearing skin and flesh. He immediately closed his mouth and pressed the corners of his lips.

"I know everything you want to hear, but I'm afraid that you will not be able to catch me then."

As he spoke, the masked man raised his palm to attack Leng Qingtang.

Leng Qingtang crossed his arms to block a move and fought back with full strength. The two of them fought and flew up and down, like two flexible fleas chasing each other. They quickly moved towards the distance.

Gu Yunxi stared blankly at the long stretch of blood on the ground, being at a loss. When she was in a daze, the horse neighed in front of the auricle. Two figures dismounted and stood in front of her.

"Yunxi!"

"Miss!"

They were Xiao Xiaoshen and Qinger who were in purple official suits, each with a soap-colored cloak, sassy and heroic.

"Miss, the Master told us to take you back to the house."

Qinger stepped forward to hand in hand with Gu Yunxi, smiling very cordially.

"I'll go to help the Master."

Gu Yunxi smiled and refused. No longer hesitating, she stepped to chase after the bloodstains.

Leng Qingtang and the masked man fought fiercely, avoiding the downtown area and heading north. The two figures swept across the rows of treetops and eaves, briskly and agilely.

With his feet on the ground, the masked man pulled the black and golden flute from his waist and placed it on his lips. With a little effort, he felt severe pain from the wound spreading all over his body. He was completely unable to condense his internal strength for the peerless sound of killing.

Staggering, he hurriedly supported his shaky body with the flute.

"Overestimate yourself!"

Leng Qingtang's eyes were cold and he flipped his hands to grab the opponent's weapon. The two of them held a flute on each side, pulled on it a few times, rotated their bodies, and lifted straight into the air.

Leng Qingtang suddenly flew up and kicked the masked man's wrist. The masked man slanted his two fingers to sneak up on his opponent's shoulder blades.

At that moment, the two people separated and landed on the ground.

Under the sun, Leng Qingtang’s handsome face showed a touch of grimness. He looked at the embarrassing ugliness of the opponent and his brows and eyes were cold, "I know that your sound killing technique originates from the true spirit, so the Liangmen acupoint under the ribs is the key point. Just now, Tu Muxue attacked your acupoint with a blade and it will be difficult for you to kill people with that skill again."

The masked person's whole body was dripping with cold sweat. He bore the pain and smirked,

"Don't be smug. I admit that I have lost, not to you, but to her."

Leng Qingtang's eyes were fierce and he scolded.

"You are the one who entered the Palace to set up a dummy and play tricks half a year ago. You are the one who changed Tu Muxue's face and forced her to take poison. You always appeared and disappeared mysteriously, hiding in the imperial mausoleum of Mount Yin. What’s your identity? Who are you on earth?"

This was a question he had been eager to be answered for a long time. The identity of the person in front of him was unknown at present, and his position as an enemy or a friend would be unknown.

Leng Qingtang really cherished people of talents and admired the unpredictable Kungfu of the masked man. If the masked man was an ally, Leng Qingtang would do everything possible to protect him and help him escape unscathed. In the future, he could also lend him a hand.

The masked man only sneered with his eyes blank for a time, "She has told you everything... I believe you also know her identity, right?"

Leng Qingtang didn't answer this and his complexion was dark. He suppressed the deep anger and his squinting eyes burst into the rays of light,

"You definitely don't know it. Now you have sent most of your forces to loot the field. The rebels at the imperial mausoleum are in a bad situation and they cannot resist the attack from the tribes of the Eastern Depot. After another quarter of an hour, your forces will eventually cease to exist. As long as you tell me who you are truthfully, perhaps I can spare your life."

The masked man suddenly raised his head and laughed in an imposing manner.

"Commander-in-chief of the Eastern Depot, I'm afraid you can't accept the truth."

Leng Qingtang snorted disdainfully and calmly, "Take off the mask immediately and let me take a closer look at your face."

The masked man was speechless for a moment and then sighed in relief. The light in his eyes was washed away, blooming in the bottom of his eyes, "Hehe... OK. I have imagined countless times the situations when I remove the mask on my face and meet you frankly, but now the day comes earlier than I have expected."

After he finished speaking, the masked man placed his big hand on the edge of the mask and slowly uncovered it under Leng Qingtang's breath-holding gaze.

They suddenly stared at each other. The man's face was no longer covered.

In Leng Qingtang's head, there was a buzz like a honeycomb exploded, and he realized that his body was firmly grasped by countless pairs of gloomy ghost hands. He was dragged towards the icy pool of the bottomless purgatory and almost lost consciousness in a trance.

At this moment, all things in the world around him disappeared. It was as if he had been greatly stimulated and forgotten to perceive and breathe for a while. He just stared at the face of the opposing man in amazement.

Never had he been so frightened, trembled, and confused.

Heartbeat like a drum, Leng Qingtang asked himself in panic,

"Is everything in front of me true or not? At this moment, am I trapped in a sleepless dream..."

On the opposite side, the man who showed his true face smiled strangely. The coldness and sharpness in his eyes burst out through his pupils, straight through the twitching heart of Leng Qingtang.

"So, are you scared? I said you couldn't accept the truth at all."

A black figure flew over in front. It was a masked woman, dressed in a black suit and holding a long sword. She quickly confronted Leng Qingtang with a few strokes and then jumped to the man's side in a vague way. She slammed something on her palm to the ground.

White smoke scattered.

Leng Qingtang's eyes were blurred. He was afraid that the smoke would be poisonous, so he closed his eyes and covered his nose and mouth with his hands, standing still.

In the smoke barrier, the woman raised her arms to lift up the injured man and they both flew away.

When the smoke cleared, Leng Qingtang still stood there like a stiff puppet with a lost soul.

Suddenly slapped on his back by a palm, he was shocked.

"Master, are you okay?"

Gu Yunxi walked around in front of Leng Qingtang quickly and her expression was also surprised.

She never saw the Master's face as gray and embarrassed as it was today.

After carefully checking that the Master had no injury, Gu Yunxi finally felt relieved. Looking around again, she found that the masked man was gone.

"Master, did he run away?"

Gu Yunxi asked softly, not knowing what happened to the Master and the masked man on the way.

Leng Qingtang closed his eyes tiredly, "Don't ask me anymore. Go back to the Master's Mansion first and don't go in and out at will. I will immediately take people to Mount Yin..."