2 The Invisible Sword (2/2)

Then a splash.

The body fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly. He bowed his head and dusted his clothes, brushing away the spring dust staining his clothes. From beginning to end, he didn't make any extra movements.

The young assassin was dead, and he never even got to know how he had died.

For a long time, Shen Zhenyi just picked up the cup and smelled it. He then put it down.

”It's a pity that it has the fragrance of blood now.”

”I'll have to drink tea again later.”

He spoke with a slight regret and pushed his wheelchair down the hill.

Shen Zhenyi usually lived in the ivory white tower in the back hill. He went back to the tower along the winding mountain road. The two copper doors at the bottom of the tower shut silently. The dark clouds concealed the moonlight, and the White Pagoda of Abandoned Sword Villa, a symbol of light, became obscure as if dissolving in the deep night.

All was quiet.

Death didn't affect the weather.

The next day was an ordinary sunny day. The rising sun gave the White Pagoda a golden glow.

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning. He ate good food and nourished his essence. Of course, in the eyes of many people, he was just a fallen teenage genius, dazed and lonely.

At the highest point of the hill, an iron sword was inserted into a hard blue stone. Shen Zhenyi once relied on this sword and his skill to overwhelm the world. It was larger than an ordinary sword. Now, it stood there, untouched.

Because of the heavy humidity in the mountains, the sword had dark brown rust stains, no longer gleaming with luster. The hilt was originally bright red, but it had faded to yellow after being damaged by the sunshine and rain.

Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi inserted this sword deeply into the slate, wrote the words ”Sword Grave” in calligraphy, and dragged his disabled body into seclusion.

People at Abandoned Sword Villa were puzzled, and his father and brother had asked him in a roundabout way. To this Shen just laughed and did not answer.

Every morning, Shen Zhenyi would humbly sweep the sword grave after watching the sunrise.

Today, of course, was no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two stacks of paper money and sprinkled a glass of water and wine, staring at the tomb for a long time.

As he looked up, he noticed a slight shaking in the grass to the side.

Shen Zhenyi half-closed his eyes, carelessly said: ”The White Pagoda is a forbidden place in the Abandoned Sword Villa, and intruders will be fined. Why does Miss Chu always commit this crime knowingly?

His voice wasn't very loud, but it was enough to be heard by the figure hiding in the grass. A rustle sounded, and a 14 to 15 year-old girl dressed in red emerged, her head was still covered with dried grass.

The girl in red looked a little embarrassed and tried to show indifference. Her black and white eyes looked around, and she could not help asking, ”How did you know I was here?”

Shen Zhenyi looked at her and said idly, ”If I were you, I would never hide in that unlucky place.”

Last night's killer was hiding in exactly the same place as Miss Chu.

His body was now fish food at the bottom of the cliff.