He was stunned for a while before he regained his senses, and quickly crawled out of the pile of dead people with difficulty.
Lying on the muddy loess, he was still in shock.
Aren't you dead
Here, could it be the Yama Hall
Not like ah!
Suddenly, a few crows hovering above the corpse, flapping their wings, let out a "Jie" after another, and then landed on the rotting corpses to peck at the raw flesh.
He suddenly realized that this is the mass grave!
I'm not dead yet.
He got up, weak and swaying for a while before he stood firm.
Using the faint moonlight, he surveyed the terrain around him, roughly knew where he was, then determined a direction, and left here with injuries and difficulty.
He didn't notice that just behind him, four or five figures were following him.
An hour later.
The man arrived at the back door of a house in the suburbs, and after a few vigilant glances around him, he made sure that no one was following him, so he knocked on the door.
After a while, a voice came from the door, "Buy cloth? Or dye cloth?"
"Send the cloth."
Squeak!
The door opened.
An old man leaned out from inside and was shocked when he saw the person coming.
"Thank you Qin?"
Xie Qin's feet softened, and he pressed heavily on the door frame beside him.
"Aren't you..." Dead
The last three words, the old man did not ask the exit.
Xie Qin said, "Go ahead and talk about it."
The old man nodded quickly, and quickly helped him over, making sure that there was no one behind him before closing the door.
Lang Bo jumped out of the shadows and hid in the corner of the back door. He was also very shocked.
Because the yard that Xie Qin entered was the Sijia Silk and Satin Village!
And that old man was the one who took over the batch of cloth from the Wenjia Embroidery Workshop.
In addition to being shocked, it was also an unexpected joy. Lang Bo was full of energy, and even a little excited. He had been guarding for so many days, and the Si family had not moved. Today, he finally caught a rabbit. Can you not be excited
He quickly ordered the guards around him, "Go back and report to the lord first."
"Yes!"
The guard received the order, and disappeared in a flash, while Lang Bo quietly sneaked into the Si's house.
Xie Qin was helped to a room, and the old man quickly locked the door.
The two candlesticks inside suddenly went out, and the other one seemed to be picked up by someone. As the figure moved slowly, the light became darker and darker, and finally disappeared, resulting in darkness in the room.
Looking at the direction in which the light moved, it was as if someone was holding the candlestick and walking further and further.
But how big can that house be
At most fifty square meters is enough.
Farther? How can it be
Lang Bo quietly jumped over the roof beam and threw a small tile to look inside.
It was a room full of boxes, big and small, and nothing but boxes.
Even... Xie Qin and the old man who had just entered were gone.
Is there a secret room in the house
impossible! Lang Bo denied his guess.
Because he had already sneaked into this room before, and had checked it all around, but there were no secret passages or mechanisms in it at all.
How could the people in there disappear for no reason
Just when he felt strange, a piece of literacy was suddenly thrown from a distance, and it was facing his head accurately and accurately. Fortunately, he had already noticed it, and he turned away, ducked, and then jumped off the roof.
By the light of the lanterns around him, he could see the person who had just thrown stones at him.
Wen Xian!
Wen Xian was dressed in an ink-colored robe, clean, and still had the flute pinned to his waist.
He looked at Lang Bo up and down, showing a surprised look, "It turned out to be the person next to Prince Rong, how could he be here this night?"
Lang Bo's expression was serious and his eyes narrowed, "Young Master Wen? Why are you here?"
He smiled and stepped forward, "This is my place, I will be here, why is it strange?"
"Your place?"
Lang Po was surprised!
He stayed outside Si's house for so long, and he had never seen Wen Xian appear here.
And Wen Xian explained slowly, "Sijia Silk and Satin Village has always been run by me, but the business is not good, so I leave it as it is, and leave it all to others to help take care of it, and I will come back if I have time, just Unexpectedly, I only came back today, and I walked in the yard because I couldn't sleep, and I ran into someone spying on my roof. I threw a stone at you just now. They knew that it was the person next to King Rong. Please excuse me."
"fine!"
"But... you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here so late? Also, climbed onto the roof."
The last sentence was like a sharp blade slicing across an iron plate.
Although Lang Bo is a rough man, he is not one of those little guards who are in a panic when he really does things.
He said with a straight face, "Don't get me wrong, Young Master Wen, I'm chasing a little thief here. The thief stole something as important as my prince, so I came here."
"Little thief?" Wen Xian glanced around, "The thief stole something from Prince Rong, so we have to do a good search, but I don't know where the little thief went?"
"In the room behind me."
"Oh?" Wen Xian wondered, "That room is just a warehouse for storing cloth, it can't hide people at all."
Squeak!
The door behind him suddenly opened.
I saw the old man come out, holding a extinguished candlestick in one hand and pressing his bleeding forehead in the other.
When I saw the people in the yard, I quickly bowed and walked over.
"Master? It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" the old man asked.
Wen Xian asked him, "Uncle Wang, this gentleman said that he saw a little thief enter the warehouse where the cloth was kept, did you see it?"
"Is there a little thief? I didn't see it. I was checking the number of the batch of cloth in there just now. I accidentally knocked over the candlestick, and the person also fell, and almost broke his brain."
There is still blood on the forehead!
He quickly said, "And I'm the only one inside, I haven't seen anyone come in."
Lang Bo glared at Uncle Wang, and naturally didn't believe him. He snatched the candlestick from his hand, took out the fire stick he carried on his body, lit it, turned around and entered the warehouse.
The warehouse is in the shape of a rectangle, and it is full of large and small boxes. He checked it carefully in the room, and even the small boxes for the cloth were not spared.
Can-
Nothing was found, no secret passage.
Wen Xian walked in and looked at the opened boxes, without frowning, he just said, "You saw it too, there is no room for anyone in this room except for cloth or cloth, maybe it's because of your fancy eyes. Now, the little thief who is interested has already run away."
Facing the empty room, Lang Bo's face darkened.
The hand holding the candlestick is also a little tighter!
In the end, I had to apologize to Wen Xian, "I'm sorry, Young Master Wen, for disturbing you, maybe... I'm really confused. Since the thief is not here, I'll leave."
"No delivery!"
After Lang Bo went out, he jumped up and disappeared immediately.
After realizing that the person had really left, Wen Xian's indifferent expression sank and asked Uncle Wang.
"What about people?"
"Young master, don't worry, Xie Qin is fine."