The moonlight is pale and blue, shining on the ditch.
Weeds grew in the ditch, covering the corpse. After a long time, the "corpse" curled its fingers, grabbed the weeds on the side of the ditch, struggled, and slowly raised its body.
He gasped for a while, and slowly got up from the mud, covered in blood and mud, and kept falling from the corner of his clothes.
There was a hideous wound on his back, a big hole, and the blood was turned out to reveal the bones. In the deep night, it looked shocking.
It was Meng Fuyao's last stab wound through the three of them. In fact, it was not that big. The moment he was hit, the man rushed forward and jumped into the ditch. The wound in his vest was not fatal at all. Helped and spread the wound.
As for why it didn't continue to spread, and turned into bone fragments like the other dozens of corpses, if Zong Yue was here and saw the strangely shaped grass by the ditch, he would understand.
"Hook Grass" is the biggest nemesis of the main ingredients of Zongyue Huagu San. This grass usually grows on the edge of the cliff, but now it appears in this ditch. When the person fell, he crushed the hook grass, and the broken grass fell into the water, being caught The splashed water was brought up again, rushing into the wound of his vest, blocking the further corrosion effect of Hua Gu Powder.
The seldom used Huagu powder unexpectedly encountered hook weeds, and the few hook weeds actually grew beside the ditches in the back alleys of this small town, and happened to save the life of the Rong who fell into the ditch, making him such a The fish that slipped through the net in a massacre, the ingenuity of this world, can only be said to have its own will in the dark.
God's will is to tear a gap in the densely woven web of secrets, to create a war in a chaotic world, and to fulfill a woman's peerless feat.
The Rong man struggled to his feet, gasping for breath under the bleak moonlight, his face was reflected in the stagnant water of the ditch, with a look of unwilling hostility.
He staggered and stood upright, bent over, supported the wall and tree, and moved out of the alley little by little.
Under the moonlight, on the bluestone road in the alley, there were two rows of footprints stained with blood and mud, all the way away.
※※※
At the moment when the moonlight fell, Meng Fuyao was supporting the old man Hu's wife, and knocked on the door of the official office of the county magistrate, Master Su. They originally went to the shelter first, but Suo Cheng did not agree with this family to move in, and needed the city lord or The county magistrate could only order them in writing, so Meng Fuyao had no choice but to take them to the county government office. Anyway, she and Zong Yue were going there to pay a visit to the city lord.
Unexpectedly, the gate of the county government office was closed, and Meng Fuyao knocked on the door for a long time before a government servant lazily came out and said, "What time is it? What are you knocking for? I disturbed your lord's rest, and I'm here to see you!"
Meng Fuyao held back his anger and didn't want to argue with this snobby snobbery, and said as calmly as possible, "This official, please inform me that this woman's family was bullied by the Rong people, and even the house was burned down, and the boss needs help." Order asylum seekers…”
Before he finished speaking, the yamen servant changed his face, and waved his hands again and again, "This department will not accept any disputes over private weapons between Rong and Han, go back and go back!"
Meng Fuyao was startled, and said angrily, "Not accepted? Is this what you mean or what the city lord wants?"
"Are you stupid?" The yamen servant looked at her with a curious face and smiled, "The city lord is not in the county yamen, he is in his own village in the east of the city, and the yamen is the county magistrate, which is naturally what the lord wants."
"Then send me a report to the county magistrate."
"What are you?" The yamen servant squinted, "Report as you say? Let me tell you, Mr. Su will never care about this kind of thing. Stop talking here, and get out early."
Meng Fuyao looked up at him and suddenly smiled.
When she smiled, the old man's family looked at the yamen servant like a dead person. This guy didn't know who he was, and dared to provoke this murderous god!
But Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around, strode to the Dengwen Drum in front of the official office, grabbed the drumstick, and slammed it hard.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise.
The sound was astonishingly loud, like a giant thunder rolling, instantly piercing through the darkness and shaking the floating clouds. With a bang, a hole was suddenly pierced from the front to the back of the Dengwen drum, and the drumstick flew out of the hole and hit the gate of the government office heavily. On, there was another bang.
Amid the bang, Meng Fuyao said clearly, "Dengwen hit three times with blood on his lapel, and this rotten drum broke in one blow, so I had to knock on the door for the next blow. Whose blood will be splashed, I can't guarantee."
The yamen servant stayed there. He looked blankly at the drum that was originally very solid but now it was in a mess, and then at the copper-clad gate that was smashed into a hole by the flying drumsticks. He shook his hand and touched his head. Said, "I'll report, I'll..."
"No need to go!" There was a cold shout, and the door suddenly opened, and an old man with a pointed face was already standing behind the door, followed by a large number of yamen servants, and the yamen servants who guarded the door rushed over to salute, "My lord!"
The county magistrate Mr. Su waved his sleeves with a livid face, and said angrily, "Who is acting recklessly! How dare you destroy the Dengwen Drum and insult the majesty of my majestic government! Are you really going to leave my Wuji court in nothing?"
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, is this the county adjutant Mr. Su? Is it Master Su who bears the heavy responsibility of guarding the herdsmen
Meng Fuyao stared at him, subconsciously grinding his teeth, but after grinding for a long time, he suddenly retracted his sharp teeth, stepped forward with a smile, and bowed in a gentle manner, "I've met Mr. Su. You're being rude."
"You know you're being rude now? It's a pity that the crime of disturbing this official can't be stopped with just a word!" Su Xiancheng looked at this arrogant boy angrily, and became more and more sure that he was overwhelmed by his mighty official prestige Convinced, he flicked his sleeves majesticly, "Come here, take him down, and let these troublemakers be called for three days, and see what will happen if they don't know how to advance or retreat!"
The yamen servant responded abruptly, and went forward to grab Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes and let them tie him up without any resistance. Zong Yue had been standing peacefully watching, and had no intention of interfering. He was only watching a yamen servant with rough hands and feet. And when he touched Meng Fuyao's shoulder, his eyes jumped slightly.
Meng Fuyao was pushed inward by a bunch of yamen servants, and the yamen servant's hand was firmly stuck on her slender shoulder, Zong Yue's eyebrows twitched again, and he suddenly said, "Slow down."
Meng Fuyao looked back at him sadly—damn you are too impatient, I still want to play.
Zong Yue ignored her, but said softly, "Master Su, it's not convenient for you to call this person."
"Huh?" Su Xiancheng frowned and looked at Zong Yue, "Who do you think you are? Can you tell me what to do in front of this hall?" He turned his nostrils to the sky, and without looking at Zong Yue, he waved his sleeve impatiently, "Take it away …”
His voice suddenly stopped.
On the opposite side, in the palm of Zong Yue's outstretched palm, a black token lay quietly, with the embossed golden word "De" shining brightly.
The Token of the King of De symbolizes the nobility of the royal family and the presence of the Prince of De.
"My surname is Zong, and my single name is Yue." Zong Yue's voice was as gentle and polite as a close friend, and he said warmly, "I am not talented, His Royal Highness King Mengde loves you and grants you the right to pass through the palace and fiefs at will, not to mention Mr. Su, the seventh rank." The hall of the county magistrate is His Majesty King De's Huwei Hall, if you want to stand in the hall and say a few words, you can think about it."
Su Xiancheng froze in place.
Zong Yue!
This is a legendary man who is almost deified.
His background is mysterious and no one knows. He studied under Immortal Valley Yidie since he was a child, and his talent is brilliant. He began to walk in Wuzhou Continent at the age of twenty. There are countless living people. Wuzhou Continent advocates martial arts, and the royal family knows martial arts. Injuries are inevitable Injuries and illnesses will not stop coming just because of someone's high status, so doctors have always been in a detached position, not to mention a peak figure like Zong Yue, who is also a person who is courted by monarchs of all countries. There is no need to worship the monarch, and the princes of various countries have to ask for help if they want to see him. There are countless nobles in various countries who owe him life and death. Although he is only a doctor, his status and appeal are far superior to ordinary princes. .
If Changsun Wuji is the god of politics, Zong Yue is the god of life. The former harvests territory, power, and human life; the latter saves pain, disease, and human life.
With an identity like Su Xiancheng, Zong Yue couldn't even touch a corner of Zong Yue's clothes on weekdays. He stared at the bright and clean young man in white clothes opposite him, speechless.
Zong Yue just pointed at Meng Fuyao with a smile, and said politely, "Can you let go of my friend?"
"... Ah, yes, yes!" Su Xiancheng hurriedly waved his hand and ordered them to be released.
He wanted to let her go, but Meng Rogue refused, and jumped away from the yamen servant who came to untie her rope, "What to do? I still need a shackle, let's go!"
"I don't understand! I just don't understand!" Meng rogue jumped left and right flexibly, resolutely refusing to let the yamen servant untie the rope. What will happen?"
Shouting and avoiding, he rushed into the gate and jumped all the way from the bluestone corridor into the inner hall, "Where's the shackle? Where's the cage? Hurry up! Don't waste time!"
The yamen servants looked at her despicable face, let go of their hands helplessly, and looked at Su Yinghua for help. Master Su was stunned for a while, stomped his feet resentfully, stepped forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to untie Meng Fuyao's rope. , "Little brother, it's the old man who is abrupt, don't take it for granted..."
Meng Fuyao moved away from his hand and said solemnly, "The grassroots are peaceful and kind people, and they resolutely follow the teachings of the boss. If the boss says the shackles, you must have the shackles, and if you say stand in a cage, you must stand in a cage. Caomin Uncompromising, resolute implementation."
"You... you... oh!" Su Xiancheng was stupefied for a long while, and then said awkwardly, "Is it the old man... the old man will compensate you..."
Meng Fuyao was waiting for this sentence, turned around with a smile, and said, "Master, you really want to pay me, don't you?"
"It's the old man's abrupt disrespect..." Su Xiancheng wiped off his sweat. He has always been a flexible glass egg, otherwise he would not have been sent to this complex land where Rong and Han live together to be the assistant of the Rong city lord. After arriving, I found that Ashina, the city lord of the Rong people, was tough and tough, and he became more and more low-key, and played the important role of "reconciling" the relationship between Rong and Han. If you have a struggle, you must subdue the Han people in exchange for a stable life under the power of Ashina. Now King De's army is thirty miles away, and Zong Yue is a distinguished guest received by King De. He would not dare to offend Zong if he was killed. more friends.
"That's good." Meng Fuyao smiled more politely than him, "My lord apologizes so sincerely, how could I not accept it, since I want to make an apology sincerely, then it doesn't matter if my lord lets me go, let's settle down that family first Right? After settling them down, I feel better, and when I feel better, I decided not to yoke."
Su Xiancheng stared at her resentfully, entered the hall, wrote a warrant and handed it over to a yamen servant, ordering him to take the old man's family to resettle. After watching the family leave, Meng Fuyao stretched his waist, made two slaps, and tied her up. The tight ropes all snapped following her lazy movement, and pieces fell to the ground.
Su Xiancheng stared at the broken rope lightly, his face was ashen, but a trace of timidity flashed in his eyes, he quickly smiled and let the guests go, "Please, please."
Meng Fuyao stood still.
"Lord Su, you don't need to be polite, and now is not the time to be polite," she slowly calmed down, with awe-inspiring expression on her brows, "My lord, danger is imminent, and the people will fall into misery, do you really have no plans at all?"
Dazed for a moment, Su Xiancheng sized her up and down, guessing whether she was a messenger sent by the imperial court, and then answered after deliberation, "This...Rong is powerful, strong-tempered and tough, and he can't tease her. Xu Tu slows down, Xu Tu slows down..."
Slow down your hair! Meng Fuyao's anger rose slowly, and he took a step forward and said, "My lord, you can 'slow it' now, but I'm afraid that when it's the turn of the blade in the future, it's too late to think about 'slowing it'?"
"Little brother, why are you so alarmist?" Su Xiancheng smiled ugly, "The Rong Han family has lived in harmony in Yaocheng for decades, why do they meet each other..."
"Damn!" Meng Fuyao spat viciously in her heart, but her face was suppressed, and she said slowly, "It's up to you if you want to deceive yourself, but you are guarding Yaocheng. If the Han people in Yaocheng are in trouble in the future , the imperial court is furious, and your lord is also to blame, right?"
Su Xiancheng couldn't laugh anymore, and said calmly, "What does this have to do with Your Excellency?"
Meng Fuyao stared at him, shook his head, and said, "Nothing."
Before Su Xiancheng could sneer, she continued word by word.
"It's just based on a person's basic conscience-seeing disasters are imminent, seeing the people will be caught in the fire of war, seeing innocent people being robbed and humiliated, as human beings, we cannot just sit back and watch."
She glanced at Su Xiancheng with a sneer, "My lord, as the lord of Yaocheng, has been able to be calm and calm until now, and I am also very impressed."
"Then what are you going to do?" Su Xiancheng's face turned purple when she was squeezed by her, and he said angrily after a long time, "I am a scholar, and I have no strength to restrain a chicken. How can I fight against the city lord who raises private soldiers? I can do it alone , how to protect these thousands of people?"
"Three strategies against the enemy, wisdom is the most important." Meng Fuyao stared at him, and said loudly, "There are actually many methods that adults can use."
"oh?"
"Protect the Han people, gather soldiers and guards, invite the guards to enter the city and garrison them, and subdue the Rong people by force. This is the worst policy."
"Absurd! Don't say that the county has no right to call in the Baiting guards. Even if they come, once the army enters the city, the Rong people will immediately riot. It will be a senseless fight!"
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, with a look of "So you are not an idiot", and said nonchalantly, "In the name of His Highness King De, recruit young and middle-aged men from the Han people to gather for exercises. Those who enter the army of the King of Germany will definitely not be obstructed by the Rong people, and if necessary, this is a militia army, and this is the best strategy."
Su Xiancheng stopped talking, his eyes flickered, and he muttered with his beard.
"My lord, are you tempted now?" Meng Fuyao approached Su Xiancheng with a smile, and said in a low voice, "There is also a better strategy of taking soldiers by yourself without spending a single soldier..."
"oh?"
Meng Fuyao whispered a few words into the ear of Su Xiancheng, Su Xiancheng's eyebrows twitched rapidly, his eyes changed, and he said after a while, "You are crazy!"
Meng Fuyao looked at him with a sneer, without saying a word.
"Ashina's Zhuangzi is heavily guarded, and Ashina himself is also a master. If you want to put him under house arrest, it's not easy!"
"That's my business." Meng Fuyao said indifferently, "My lord doesn't even need to show up, just borrow a few yamen servants to give me some prestige to pass the test."
Su Xiancheng was stunned on the spot, his eyes changing, as if he was quickly analyzing the interests of the relationship in his heart, he gritted his teeth for a while, stomped his feet heavily, and said, "Okay! Here you are!"
"A grown-up cares about his people, and he doesn't hesitate to take risks. I admire you." Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, and he praised with a smile.
"Hey..." Su Xiancheng sighed, and said leisurely, "Little brother, you must be dissatisfied with what the county has done before. In fact, the county can only do a little bit, so why bother with this body? It's just that you have been suppressed by the power all the time. There is nothing else to do." He turned his head, beckoned a few yamen servants over, and said, "Follow this brother and go to the city lord Zhuangzi."
"That's no wonder my lord, my lord is just keeping a low profile and waiting for the right time, now the important task of saving the people, who else can I do?" Meng Fuyao smiled brightly, "So, thank you for your righteousness."
She saluted lightly, and then walked past Su Xiancheng. Su Xiancheng subconsciously returned the salute. Just as she bent down, she suddenly felt a chill in her back.
It was as if a gap was suddenly opened in the back, and then a handful of cold snow was stuffed in.
He turned his head with difficulty, and saw the handsome young man slowly pulling out a black dagger from his back. The dagger was dripping with blood and kept falling. The young man calmly blew the blood away.
That blood... is my own...
Before finishing this thought, Su Xiancheng suddenly felt a tearing pain, the pain centered on his back, and exploded like fireworks, instantly covering his last conscious sky.
He gasped, and fell down like a piece of rotten wood.
The one who made the move was naturally Miss Meng, "Meng Chuixue".
Meng Fuyao calmly watched Su Xiancheng lay dead in a pool of blood, retracted the dagger, shook his head and said, "Don't always think that others are fools, thinking that I have zero IQ just like you."
The county magistrate of Su is resolutely unwilling to even protect the Han people, so why would he readily agree to her bold plan
For such a confidential discussion, he asked the yamen servant to stand aside and wait
Waving to call the yamen servant, why are your eyes blinking endlessly, cramping
Meng Fuyao hates the scum who eats up his conscience and refuses to admit that his ancestors helped the tyrants. Leaving this old fritter who is familiar with the affairs of the yamen and the whole city will definitely not stop him from tipping off the news. It is obvious that he and Ashina have a common interest, so sooner or later they will She, Meng Fuyao, was more active when she was stabbed by the court of Wuji, and helped cut it off in advance.
Zong Yue's eyes drifted over, with a hint of questioning, Meng Fuyao understood what he meant, "Are you sure you want to attack the city now?" She nodded lightly. For some reason, she had always felt faintly uneasy in her heart. Killed all the Rong people, but she couldn't help flashing back to the knife that was originally laid flat but then erected inexplicably, and the figure that hurriedly squeezed into the crowd of Rong people, it was this figure that kept reappearing like a ghost What was in front of her eyes aroused her uneasiness, so she wanted to act first and take control of the current situation.
Su Xiancheng is willing to come forward to help her, it's best, but if he doesn't want to, she has to send him to rest forever.
Su Xiancheng turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye, and stunned the yamen servants, Meng Fuyao walked over without haste, one of the Han yamen servants had a bullet in his mouth, and the Rong yamen servants pointed their fingers at the back of their necks.
"The medicine is Changsheng Dabu Pill." After she finished, she folded her hands and said with a smile, "It's nothing, if there is no antidote, you will really live forever, and your soul will not die."
"That finger on the back of the neck." She glanced sideways at the army officials who were obviously dissatisfied and their eyes flickered. Blasphemy to the true God, so I just amputated your acupoints. If you don’t untie it with a unique method after twelve hours, I’m sorry, you will be dizzy and confused. You great Geri gods, piss, are all likely to do it."
Instead of looking at Qiqi's ashen-faced yamen servants, Meng Fuyao waved his hand with an amiable smile and said, "Now, please accompany me to take a walk to the City Lord's Mansion."
The night is dark and solemn, and the stars are flickering.
A ray of black cloud was like iron, pressing on a strange manor in the east of the city.
It is strange because in this small town whose architectural style is equivalent to that of the inland cities, with white walls and green tiles, a village that is completely in the style of the Rong people suddenly appeared. The houses are all the most primitive fir bark houses. The pillars of iron wire wood, a specialty of southern Xinjiang, are undecorated. You can vaguely see the horn-shaped wind lanterns, swinging leisurely on the corners of the eaves. Come.
Obviously, the owner who built this Zhuangzi, which is extremely inconsistent with the style of the city, must be stubborn and persistent, with the deepest belief and worship of his own origin.
In the middle of the night, Zhuangzi was very quiet, and the wind that started at the end of Qingping hadn't blown in this direction yet.
"Master City Lord!"
A howl with a crying sound suddenly broke the silence of this moment, and before the sound fell, the copper ring on the door had been knocked desperately!
"Who is making noise here!" Almost immediately, a vigilant and deep voice burst out from the seemingly peaceful Zhuangzi.
On the layered bark floor, there are also faintly dark things shining, and they are heavily guarded at the midnight visitor.
"The subordinate is Guo Er! The head of the clerk class!" The man clasped the door knocker desperately, "My lord, something big happened, something big happened!"
"My lord doesn't see any guests at night! You've come to disturb me in the middle of the night in a coma!" The voice refused to let go, "Go back to Su Yinghua's place!"
"Master Su was assassinated!"
Shouting Shi Po Tian Jing, the voice of Shen Xiong inside the door also paused, as if he was digesting the shocking news, and then there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the village, and the voice sounded again after a while, but it was not the voice of Shen Xiong before, but a With a bit of sternness, the voice of Jin Tie said, "What's going on?"
"My subordinates don't understand...there is an assassin...the assassin left a letter on Mr. Su's body!" Guo Er stood a step away from the door, let the light from the door shine on his face, and wrote a letter deep into his face. Deep over the top of the head.
A little light inside the door slowly turned out, swept over Guo Er, and several familiar servants from the Rong government around him, and then moved away. After a long while, someone hummed in a low voice.
The door that was thicker than normal was finally opened.
Two ox-horn lamps drifted out, surrounded by a group of people, and a middle-aged man stepped out steadily. According to the customs of the Rong people, he was still half-naked in winter and wore a colorful felt robe. He was not as tall and strong as ordinary Rong people. He was of medium height, with a pair of slightly brown eyes, which flickered fiercely when he turned.
When he looked up, he saw the corpse of Su Xiancheng covered by the straw mat on the wheelbarrow in front of him, he couldn't help being startled, and said, "Why did you even bring the corpse here?"
"My lord." Guo Er bent down, "Master Su was assassinated near here. He heard that there was a change in the Han people in the city, and something happened when he came to inform you. The subordinates had no choice but to..."
Ashina frowned, and said, "Nearby?" He suddenly remembered something, and said, "Let me look at the wound, maybe I can know where the murderer came from."
Guo Er bowed to hand over the letter, Ashina frowned, and a guard beside him immediately shouted, "Don't use your dirty hands to get close to the adults!" Pushing him aside, he grabbed the letter in his hand and handed it over, Ashina just went smoothly took over. While dismantling and walking towards the wheelbarrow, Su Xiancheng's pale face was exposed to the moonlight, his dead fish-like eyes turned to the sky, looking mysterious and cold.
Naturally, Ashina is not afraid of the dead. He opened the letter without haste, but the seal was tightly stuck in his hand. He stared at Su Xiancheng's body, while unconsciously licking the seal, wetting the seal with his saliva. Tear it apart.
The moment the letter was torn open, he also walked to Su Xiancheng's body.
He went to lift the reed mat that covered the corpse, while glancing at the thin piece of paper he pulled out from the letter.
The paper is thin and soft, and the handwriting on the paper is large and fierce.
"Let me hold you hostage."
Almost the moment his eyes touched the paper, Ashina immediately came to his senses, and quickly retreated.
It's a pity that it's too late.
A pair of hands, a pair of blood-stained but exquisitely shaped hands suddenly pierced through Su Xiancheng's chest, passed through Su Xiancheng's body in an instant, and pinched Ashina's throat!
That hand was as fast as a flash of lightning chasing starlight, it flicked a little bit in the air, Ashina wanted to dodge it, but suddenly he felt a suffocation in his chest, and his feet softened inexplicably. his trachea.
As soon as the finger came up, Ashina immediately yelled in his heart that I am dead. Although it is only a pair of hands, the stability and strength revealed by the other's fingers are as firm as a rock, which makes people feel that once caught, it will be forever. Can't get rid of.
The finger flicked, and the flesh crumbs flew away, and then, Su Xiancheng's body slowly sat up. The moonlight was cold, and the corpse was pale. There was a big hole in the chest of the corpse, and a pair of hands protruded from the hole, pinching Ashina's neck. No matter how you looked at it, it was a terrifying and strange picture.
Someone was already so frightened that their legs were weak, and with a snap, a horn lamp fell to the ground and burned quickly, but no one scolded or spoke.
Amidst the horrifying suffocation, there was laughter like a silver bell.
"Changsun Wuji's method is good, but unfortunately I don't have transparent gloves."
Amidst the laughter, the body of Su Xiancheng suddenly fell limply to the side, and a black figure sat up from the unicycle, with his hand still stuck on Ashina's throat, and said with a smile, "Thank you, City Lord, you are so generous. I just borrowed it."
Ashina stared at the strange boy, breathed out, "Who... are you?"
The young man didn't answer his words, turned his head and sniffed the smell of his body, cast a vicious glance at the darkness in the distance, and said, "Lazy man, I've done all the hard work, and you haven't shown up yet!"
Someone gave a low laugh, and then a white shadow appeared, with light lips and a gentle smile, it was Zong Yue.
That young man was naturally Meng Fuyao, she stretched out her hand, and pushed Ashina back, "Come on, Lord City Master, it's midnight, why bother to eat wind at the door?"
She pushed Ashina towards the door, swaggered all the way into the room, closed the door with a flick of her sleeve, then dragged a piece of paper and said, "I said, you write."
She just said a few words, Ashina changed his face and said angrily, "No way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the distance. It sounded like people shouting and howling. Waves came.
Meng Fuyao's complexion changed, and he listened carefully, Zong Yue beside him suddenly said, "A large group of people are coming here, maybe...the news has leaked."
Following his words, there was a sound of slamming the door as fast as a whip, and after a few slaps, the door was rushed open, and a group of colorful men rushed in, the leader holding a few heads in his hand. , blood dripped a long line on the ground.
"Master City Lord, this Han people colluded with outsiders to kill my descendants of God Geri! We have slaughtered his family! Please Lord City Lord send troops to catch the murderer!"
The head dangled in the hands of the fierce leader of the Rong tribe. His temples were old and his face was covered with scars. He looked like an old man from the Hu family.
Meng Fuyao, who had already retreated into the entrance building, saw the head clearly at a glance, and his face immediately changed drastically. Zong Yue leaned closer to her, and heard her teeth chattering slightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, worried that she would lose her anger in a fit of rage. Cha, gently pressed the palm of her hand on the back of her heart.
But Meng Fuyao didn't notice his actions at all, she only felt that her whole body was scorching hot and her hands and feet were cold, as if her chest was scalded by boiling water, there was a large area of burning pain, and the pain radiated quickly spread all over her body, Her heart is about to tear.
It was she who arranged for the old man Hu's family to enter the shelter, and it was she who failed to kill all the Rong people that caused the old man Hu's family to be retaliated against. , Inadvertently became a murderer!
The whole family was wiped out, three corpses and four lives!
I don't kill Boren, Boren will die because of me!
The intense anger irritated Meng Fuyao's eyes blackened, and she couldn't control the strength of her hands. Her fingers stuck on Ashina's neck twitched slightly. Unable to break free, his face turned red and purple, and he was about to suffocate to death.
Zong Yue couldn't see it well, so he quickly pointed it out, Meng Fuyao lost his mind and let go of his palms, Ashina gasped heavily, breathing hard with his neck straight, Meng Fuyao turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot in an instant, she looked coldly Looking at Ashina, the gaze made Ashina, who is known for his toughness, shudder.
But Meng Fuyao just said slowly and word for word, "Is everyone here? Very good, you are the master, why don't you invite me quickly?"
In the twelfth lunar month of the fifteenth year of Wuji Zhengning, on a slightly cold winter night, Yaocheng, a city inhabited by Rong and Han in the south of Wuji, ushered in the first turmoil since its establishment.
The incident started when an ordinary soldier sought revenge, but because of the intervention of a woman, it led to a massacre. The only escaped soldier entangled his tribe and went to the city lord's mansion to ask the city lord to uphold justice, but the woman waited for him and preempted him. One step kills the county magistrate to hold the city lord hostage and force the city lord Ashina to "declare the leaders to enter the village for discussion". ", excitedly entered the inner room.
No one knows what happened afterwards, only that those people have disappeared since then, and the last trace of them left in this world is that after many days, a servant said that there were some people under the threshold of the inner room. The bright red marks could not be wiped off, as if they had been soaked in blood. The blood mark on the threshold was one foot deep from the ground. Such bright bloodstains are only left after soaking the hard wooden threshold.
How much blood should be shed
Whose blood is that
The strange disappearance of those Rong people has since become an eternal mystery in the history of Yaocheng. Together with a certain thin shadow that night, walking like the wind with a murderous pace, the sharp appearance and disappearance of the blood-dripping knife tip spread across the city. The large pools of blood on the ground were buried forever by time.
Except for these few unlucky people who only knew what happened to them, the rest were invited to the main hall to wait for the city lord. While envious of their companions who were "invited by the city lord to discuss matters alone", they talked loudly and drank the tea on the table After drinking a few sips of tea, they all fell to the ground.
When they woke up, they were already imprisoned in the cell of the dungeon of the city lord's mansion together with the honorable lord of the city lord. Water, the bosses are very hungry and thirsty for some reason, so they are sure that the other party does not want to kill them, so they can eat and drink at ease, but after eating and drinking, they start to have a stomachache, so they quickly find the Gong bucket—there is a Gong bucket in the dungeon, but it is a pity that they are engraved on the Gong bucket The statue of Geri God of faith.
Even if these people were killed, they would not be able to shit on the statue of Geri, and the god's mouth was so vicious that the god's mouth was used as an opening. Whoever dares to use this god's bucket will never want to live in this life.
Solve it openly on the ground in front of everyone? ——Everyone has a head and a face, but they really can't do it. The so-called hunger can't be tolerated, but at the end of the day, everyone from Ashina to the heads are tortured to death.
At this time, a piece of paper was placed in front of them, and someone shouted—write as required, and give you the freedom to shit. So everyone who is not afraid of death or torture but dare not blaspheme the gods until death, obediently wrote the warrant and handed over all the swords and weapons of the clan. If you need to use them in the future, they must be issued by the county government The sun god made a blood oath, vowing that he would never betray again in his eternal life.
The only one who refused to give in was Ashina City Master. He squatted in the corner and did not move his nest for three days and three nights. He was afraid that if he moved his nest, the stench would leak out. Sit through the bottom of the prison, and the leaders continue to rush to the freedom of excretion.
A catastrophe that was enough to sweep the whole city and destroy the Han people in the city was eliminated by this kind of rogue-like means, and the instigator, the woman who turned out to be born, quickly stamped a piece of paper with the seal of the county magistrate. The document announced to the whole city: the city lord was unable to take care of things due to illness, and the county magistrate died of a sudden illness. Now he is acting as the city lord and is in charge of all military and civil affairs in Yaocheng.
This is a turmoil that occurred in Yaocheng, a small town in the southern border of Wuji. It should have disappeared in the history and the long river of time like a bubble in an instant. The brilliance is average, and some high-level people from the seven countries still smell some unusual breaths from this local turmoil.
"Conspiracy, the edge of killing." Feng Xuan, the lord of Xuanji, lay reclining in front of a lavender palace lantern in the bedroom, casually playing with the tassels hanging in front of the couch, and said with a smile.
"According to the situation, take advantage of others' opportunities, and those who make troubles are extraordinary." The regent of Xuanyuan Kingdom read the secret report of his country's flying cavalry carefully, and gave a faint praise.
Feiyan, the Goddess of Fufeng Kingdom, is leaning on her tallest building in Fufeng. Through the flying golden veil and floating clouds, she looks towards the south dimly. After a long time, when she lifts her finger, her empty fingertips suddenly appear. A black spar, she silently looked at the eye-like black stone, and after a while, said softly, "God's will, her direction."
King Lie of Tiansha Guolie immediately stood in the Geya Desert, looking towards the direction of Wuji Kingdom from a distance in the vast yellow sand, his darker than ordinary people's eyes were flickering at this moment, dancing with blazing and exciting flames, just like on this desert, That blazing sun that burns forever.
"Woman, is that you?"
Suddenly raised his head and laughed, His Royal Highness Lie Wang whipped the horse, the horse snorted, raised its hooves and neighed, and galloped away like a gust of wind, leaving a deep hoof print, all the way south, south.
At the gate of Yaocheng, a graceful and elegant man in a light purple robe looked at the notice at the gate of the city with a smile, and murmured:
"I'm only a little late, you even robbed my city..."
He raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. There, that woman with a smile as bright as the sun, a figure as gentle as a spring willow, and a demeanor as thunderous as a thunderbolt, what is she doing at this moment? Do you think of someone she left behind without saying hello
At this moment, in the City Lord's Mansion, Meng Fuyao, the new City Lord, did not think of Yuan Zhaoxu, who was ruthlessly left behind by her, nor did she think that Little Yaocheng's actions would arouse the reaction of the top seven kingdoms. She was squatting in the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion, her gaze He stared blankly at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.
The leader of the tens of thousands of Rong people in Yaocheng, the actual leader of the Rong people in Yaocheng, Ashina, the former city lord of Yaocheng who has absolute prestige among the Rong people, and would cause turmoil if something really happened.
died suddenly.