Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 546 The Man With the Same Face

The night is so suffocating.

Qu Lanyi landed lightly, stared at Nan Surou for a long time, and after several long breaths, he said lightly: "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose."

His voice echoed in the silent courtyard.

"It's not the first time I've eavesdropped, so why be so shy." Nan Surou said calmly.

Nan Surou's words were light and ethereal, accompanied by the coquettish fragrance of the ubiquitous tuberose, hovering over the courtyard.

"Based on what I know about Lu Hongzhan, he won't talk about the past for no reason. It shouldn't be as simple as what he said, right? Otherwise, how could he use it as an example?" Qu Lanyi tilted her head Said.

Nan Surou ignored him, and said to a big tree nearby: "Eric, you come out too."

The black shadow of Yunai curled up behind the tree shadow, as if there were more tangled crowns behind the trunk.

"Ah?" Yun Ai obviously didn't expect that Nan Surou would find him out, he walked out of the shadows slowly, and said cynically: "I didn't eavesdrop, I brought the file you asked me to get out of here Yes, just arrived."

Yun Ai held up the dossier in his hand with a look of indifference.

"You are an hour earlier than the agreed time." Nan Surou said with downcast eyes.

"It's a basic courtesy to come early, isn't it?" Yun Ai walked slowly in front of Nan Surou, put the file in front of her, and pressed it with an empty plate to prevent it from being blown away by the night wind.

Nan Surou stared at the file with downcast eyes, and didn't reach out to take it immediately, but the seemingly ordinary silence seemed to indicate that she was thinking about whether the file had been soaked in venom.

The answer should be no, because Yunai was holding it carelessly just now.

Qu Lanyi, who was being ignored, couldn't help interjecting: "Hey, pervert, don't interrupt, I was just asking her what happened to Lu Hongzhan before."

"I'm also interested in knowing about this matter." Yun Ai sat down on a stone bench with great interest, stared at Nan Surou, and said, "Tell us, what exactly is it?"

"That's right, anyway, I'm in a bad mood and I want to talk to someone." Nan Surou raised her eyes to the ceiling of the gazebo, and said quietly, "Let's talk about my past with you."

Qu Lanyi muttered: "I see Lu Hongzhan's eyes flicker, as if he dare not mention that so-called classmate, what is the identity of that person?"

Nan Surou looked up at Qu Lanyi, thought for a moment, and then said: "If I'm not wrong, that person...is not from the Central Plains."

Yun Ai narrowed his eyes slightly, and casually looked in the direction where Lu Hongzhan left just now, trying to figure out what happened.

Qu Lanyi didn't think too much, and asked directly: "Oh? That's..."

"It's from Daqin..." Nan Surou's voice was very low, and in the end it seemed very ethereal, "A very disgusting person, when you get along with him, you can see death waving to you..."

Hearing the last sentence, both Yun Ai and Qu Lanyi frowned in unison.

Under the night sky.

A vermilion building in the center surrounded by copper walls.

The elegant building with black and red tiles is the resting place of the Daqin Mission. Of course, there are shadows of missions from various countries in this place. difference.

Guards marched through the cloisters and courtyards.

The resting place of the Daqin Mission is located next to an artificial lake, and at the end of the lake are hidden members of the Daqin Demon Repelling Corps.

In a spacious and airy room, red candles were shining brightly.

There is an oil painting hanging in the center of the room, on which is a woman wearing a gorgeous ruffled pleated skirt and a standard Daqin dress, but the girl's pink face is obviously an oriental face, and that pair of charming The cat's eyes and treacherous smile, coupled with the thick colors of the oil painting, appear extremely real and make the viewer feel a kind of gloomy pressure inexplicably.

And in front of this oil painting, stood a knight in a black robe.

This is a slender man facing the painting with his back to the door.

He exuded an incomparably noble aura, the surrounding candles trembled in the wind, and even the bonsai placed in the room swayed with the wind. With the moonlight coming in from the open window, the whole room exuded a misty atmosphere.

A man wearing a hooded cloak walked up to the door, pulled off the hood, and respectfully said to the people in the room: "Leader, the bishop sent someone to spread the word that this month he will secretly join Heretics again increased in number."

The man known as the head of the group was still staring at the painting on the wall, not responding to the visitor.

However, the person who came did not stop talking because of this. He glanced at the head of the group, and then shifted his eyes to the painting that the head was looking at. He seemed to have become accustomed to it. Strict, they are now turning from light to darkness, so they are not so easy to be found, recently because our exorcism team went on a pilgrimage to heaven, these heretics always deliberately cause trouble for the Holy Church."

"..." The person called the leader suddenly turned around, and he was still silent.

However, every time they saw his actions like this, the visitors couldn't help showing a somewhat stunned expression.

Because their group leader has a face exactly like the girl in the oil painting.

Such a seductive and unnatural beauty makes it impossible for visitors to have beautiful illusions, but a deep-seated fear.

That painting is obviously a girl, but the person in front of them, who is their team leader, is clearly a real man!
The visitor came to a conclusion that had haunted him for countless years: the girl in the painting must be the leader's own sister!

The leader's expression showed an unbelievably calm expression.

With just one glance, the visitor really felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

The person standing at the door organized his words in his mind, and then said hesitantly: "However, there may be someone behind them."

"What do you mean by that?" The corner of the leader's lips twitched, and he finally responded.

That faint voice made people feel irresistible deterrence.

The visitor swallowed his saliva and explained in a low voice: "It seems that someone pretended to be a member of the Holy Cult and went to the common people to rob their homes, which led to the accumulation of public grievances and tarnished the reputation of the Holy Cult. Therefore, the people who feel disgusted by this will extremely reject us."

"..." The group leader returned to silence, motioning for him to continue.

But at this point, the visitor had nothing to report, so he couldn't help muttering: "Speaking of which, Commander, you used to stare at this oil painting before, and you were all in Daqin before, so we didn't find it strange. But we have traveled thousands of miles to come to the Heavenly Holy Pilgrimage, why do you have to bring this painting with you..."

(End of this chapter)