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At dawn, Hou Zi woke up.

I was woken up by the sound of footsteps.

There were footsteps outside the yard, belonging to three people, but they sounded like one person.

Hou Zi lay on the wall, picking at the cracks in the tiles and looking out.

Three demon-suppressing department disciples in black clothes were patrolling along the courtyard wall.The time they took to step their left foot was exactly the same, the time they took to step their right foot was exactly the same, the amplitude of their arm swings was exactly the same, and they even turned their heads to look around at the same angle.

The person on the left raised his hand to wipe his nose, and the person on the right raised his hand to wipe his nose at the same time.

The person in front of him stepped on a stone, and the person behind him also stepped on a stone without a stone.

Hou Zi's scalp felt numb.

He had seen opera troupes practicing walking formations in Yuezhou City, and he had seen palace guards practicing, but they were not so neat.They are not like three people, like three shadows cast from the same mold, led by an invisible thread.

The eight men in black that I met in the mountains yesterday also walked like this.

There was no sound, no ups and downs, no small movements of his own.

Hou Zi slid down from the wall and leaned against the wall, her heart beating fast.

They don't look like people.

At least not the kind of person I know.

The courtyard door opened.

"Master Sun invites you."

It's the boy from yesterday.There was no ups and downs in his voice, like a cold stone.

Hou Zi followed him through three doors. The guards at each door stood in exactly the same position, and the position of their hands on the handle of the knife was exactly the same.

The entire Demon Suppression Division was as quiet as a tomb.There were no voices, no laughter, no coughs, just the sound of neat footsteps and the sound of sword blades cutting through the air.

When he walked into the study, Mr. Sun was sitting behind the case, cleaning his sword.

He held the scabbard with his left hand, took the cloth with his right hand, and wiped the sword from the hilt to the tip, three times in total, no more, no less.After wiping, he placed the sword on the table, with the blade facing to the left and the hilt facing to the right, exactly three inches away from the edge of the table.

The position where he placed his sword was exactly the same as yesterday at the foot of the cliff of Shiwanda Mountain.

"Sit down," he said.

There was no ups and downs in the voice, no emotion.

Hou Zi sat down on the chair opposite him, pressing her back against the back of the chair.

He picked up a piece of paper from the desk and pushed it in front of Hou Zi.There were dense words written on the paper, and there was a portrait of Hou Zi.

"Hou Zi, a handyman in Prince Gong's Palace of Gelan Kingdom, nicknamed Monkey. Seven days ago, a murder occurred in the west mountain of Yuezhou City. Two inner disciples of Yunxiao Pavilion died suddenly, and you disappeared at the same time."

Yunxiao Pavilion?Inner disciple?

Hou Zi's mind turned quickly and he thought to himself: I heard Mr. Shu say outside the Yuezhou City teahouse that there are various sects in the world, such as Shaolin Wudang Emei, but I have never heard of Yunxiao Pavilion.Moreover, half of the temple wall collapsed when the two dead ghosts fought. Chen San slashed three policemen with one knife and did not collapse the temple wall.Could this Yunxiao Pavilion be more powerful than Shaolin?

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