Mood has a great influence on a person. At least once Zhao Rang became irritable, he didn't want to do anything.

Seeing Zhao Rang's appearance, the Chinese-faced killer smiled solemnly and said:

"Mr. Zhao, I have no other intention. I just want you to help me pass on a message."

Zhao Rang ignored him at all and didn't even raise his eyelids.

The Chinese-character-faced killer hit a soft nail, but he didn’t care and continued:

"Twenty years looking north."

The meaningless sentence caught Zhao Rang's attention.

He turned his head slightly, looked at the killer with the Chinese character face standing next to the light, and asked:

"What are you looking for?"

What caught Zhao Rang's attention was nothing else but the "twenty years" mentioned by the killer with the Chinese character face.

Before that, Zhao Rang spent an afternoon and evening in an airtight secret room on the top floor of Chunhua Building, listening to two people from the Western Regions recounting the past twenty years ago... Hearing this, his concept of time was somewhat confused.

After a good night's sleep and a cold shower, his mind had become clearer, but now when he heard that the killer with the Chinese character's face was talking about twenty years again, he couldn't help but fall into a trance again.

"north!"

The Chinese-character-faced killer was afraid that he couldn’t hear clearly, so he repeated it again:

"Look north in twenty years!"

Zhao Rang frowned and asked:

"Who do you want me to pass this on to?"

The Chinese-character-faced killer suppressed his smile, raised his head and sighed. Instead of answering, he bent over and began to pick up the weapons on the ground.

Daggers, hidden weapons, including crossbow arrows were all returned to their original places.

After everything was packed up, he walked back to the empty wall he faced before, with his hands behind his back, and his figure became illusory again.

Having learned from the past, Zhao Rang knew that he was leaving.

Just now, his figure wavered, and then he immediately took away his knife.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhao Rang quickly stood up to stop him, but the killer with the Chinese character face was faster than his words.

Before the last word was completely uttered, it suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Rang quickly opened the door and ran out into the courtyard, looking around, but there was no trace of him anywhere.

There was a huge difference in temperature between morning and evening in Shanye Country. Under the cool night breeze, Zhao Rang had some doubts about himself.

I even feel that what happened just now is not the real past, and my memory seems to be covered with a veil and becomes blurred.

"Are you awake?"

Zhao Rang stood there blankly when Yuan Mingkong's voice suddenly came from behind him, pulling his spirit back.

"Did you see someone passing by just now?"

Zhao Rang asked weakly.

Yuan Mingkong noticed that his face looked very bad, and thought something had happened, so he did not answer his question, but asked with concern:

"What happened? Who came over?"

Zhao Rang thought that Yuan Mingkong didn't understand what he said, so he had to grab Yuan Mingkong's wrist, pull him back into the room, and then narrate everything that had just happened.

Yuan Mingkong listened very seriously at first, but later on, a smile couldn't stop appearing on his face.

However, he was still very patient and waited for Zhao Rang to finish everything.

Although his narrative was a bit confusing and many details were repeated, Yuan Mingkong was still able to figure out the clues.

It was nothing more than a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face who sneaked into the room while he was sleeping. Then he said many incomprehensible words and then suddenly disappeared.

It is normal to experience hallucinations after staying in a closed environment for a long time.

Just now Yuan Mingkong had a dream while lying in bed, and the dream was extremely real. However, he did not dream about what happened here. Instead, he dreamed about the palace in the north of Dawei. He dreamed that his father was seriously ill and was about to die.

It didn't work anymore. Just when Long was about to control Bintian, the chamberlain came to summon him to see him.

The dream ended abruptly. After waking up, Yuan Mingkong felt a little empty, so he thought of going out for a walk, only to see Zhao Rang standing outside the courtyard gate as if he had lost his soul.

Guessing that he must be just like him, Yuan Mingkong didn't take him seriously.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"He even asked me to send a message!"

Zhao Rang denied it strongly, his head shaking like a rattle.

Seeing that his brother was still immersed in it and unable to extricate himself, Yuan Mingkong had no choice but to echo and said:

"What message does he want you to preach?"

Qiurang replied word for word:

"Twenty years looking north."

The teasing smile on Yuan Mingkong's face disappeared in an instant.

The whole person suddenly stood upright, like a flag against the wind, and his eyes became as sharp as a knife edge.

"Can you say that again."

The unknown fire in Zhao Rang's heart was aroused again, and he said impatiently:

"Didn't you just say that I was dreaming?"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs to lie down for a while and collect his thoughts, but Yuan Mingkong grabbed his shoulder.

"I beg you, please say it again! Just once!"

Yuan Mingkong really sounded pleading.

Zhao Rang had never seen him like this before, so he stopped worrying and repeated seriously:

"Twenty years looking north."

There was a thunder in Yuan Mingkong's head that only he could hear. The hand holding Zhao Rang's shoulder tightened unknowingly.

"Did he really say this?"

Zhao Rang shook off Yuan Mingkong's hand on his shoulder and said:

"I can't even make it up!"

Yuan Mingkong nodded blankly and said to himself:

"That's right... you can't make it up... no one can make it up."

As he spoke, Yuan Mingkong walked towards the hall, eager to find a chair to sit down on.

Once the brain is thinking with all its strength, it is somewhat unable to take care of one's body. So sometimes people are too immersed in thinking about things, and they will hit a tree and fall.

"Besides this sentence, there is nothing else?"

After Yuan Mingkong sat down, he immediately asked again.

"Um……"

Zhao Rang thought about it for a while, and then he remembered that he had just come down from upstairs and saw the killer with the Chinese character face, facing the wall, motionless.

Yuan Mingkong came to this wall and carefully inspected it, and found that there was nothing abnormal.

"Do you know that person?"

Zhao Rang completely came back to his senses at this moment.

There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between him and Yuan Mingkong.

As long as one person regains consciousness, there must be one person who loses consciousness.

It was Zhao Rang just now, but now it is Yuan Mingkong.

After Zhao Rang finished asking for a long time, Yuan Mingkong licked his lips and nodded awkwardly.

It looked like his head and neck were not his own, but borrowed because he was too cautious.

"who is he?"

Zhao Rang couldn't help but become cautious.

"You remember what those two people from the Western Regions told you about what happened twenty years ago, right?"

Of course Zhao Rang remembered.

But Haidiye and Aziz talked too much. Many things happened twenty years ago, and Zhao Rang couldn't tell which one Yuan Mingkong wanted to mention.

"How did he get his reputation as a swordsman twenty years ago?"

Yuan Mingkong said in a deep voice.
To be continued...