Qianye walked around the garbage dump and found that the scorpion needles had been turned into a pile of parts, completely damaged and scrapped. He separated the parts and carefully buried them in various corners of the dump.
The scorpion needle is the standard weapon of the Red Scorpion, and it is the only one of its kind, so even a single part cannot be exposed at will, otherwise it will cause endless troubles.
Then there's the werewolf corpses, especially those with human bite marks on them.
But Qianye is a bit strange, werewolves are a race that values grouping very much. They would not easily let the corpses of their clansmen be exposed to the wilderness like this, and now that so many werewolves died here, but no new werewolves came to clean up the aftermath, it meant that something happened to the whole tribe.
Qianye finally found two thorns used by Yetong, and then cleaned a blood warrior's dagger, which was all his self-defense weapons. As for some small things he brought out, including the red scorpion saber, he didn't know where they fell.
The night has not yet passed, and the wind on the wasteland is still icy cold. I don't know if the sharp sword that hangs above his head for a long time may finally disappear. Qianye looked up at the blood moon occupying a small half of the sky, and didn't feel the slightest bloodlust. Crimson Night will be over in two days.
Dawn will come.
However, although the threat of the blood of darkness has been temporarily removed, Qianye still needs to be cautious, and try to avoid the imperial military and powerful families as much as possible. There are so many strong people there, God knows who will find half of the blood of darkness flowing on his body.
Qianye first wanted to go back to Lighthouse Town. After doing the math, he hadn't shown up for five days, but in a chaotic place like Eternal Night Continent, the disappearance of one person wouldn't cause much commotion around him.
After running for several hours, Lighthouse Town appeared before Qianye's eyes. The town didn't seem to have changed much, but Qianye felt that it seemed a little too quiet. It was almost dawn, and the place close to the horizon was still black, but the sky above the sky began to whitish, with a gleam of light. At this time, at least the scavengers should get up and start preparing their luggage for going out.
Qianye didn't go directly to the open gate that hadn't been repaired, but walked around to the side and slowly approached the city wall.
Looking from where Qianye was standing, the bald police chief was sitting on the tower with his hat turned upside down, as if he was dozing off. Obviously, until the town gate is repaired, the sheriff can only be on duty every night. Although the sheriff always looked drowsy, Qianye knew that it was just an illusion. As far as his ability to hide and sneak is concerned, even getting close at night will arouse the vigilance of the sheriff.
Qianye chose a position a little further away from the sheriff, and with a light leap, he climbed onto the city wall without a sound. Just jumping like this, Qianye obviously felt that his jumping ability had been significantly enhanced, and he almost couldn't control it and directly passed the wall less than five meters away. He was about to go to town when he suddenly felt that the sheriff's sleeping position seemed a little unnatural. If that position is too long, it should be very uncomfortable.
Qianye lowered his body, almost sticking to the city wall, and approached the tower. Far away, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Even more so, his night vision ability allowed him to clearly see a mass of blood stains on the sheriff's chest. The blood stains had long since dried up and turned black, almost blending with his black uniform.
The sheriff is dead, and what sits on the watchtower is nothing but a corpse.
Qianye's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered himself a bit, hiding himself in the shadows.
Although the sheriff is only the smallest officer, he represents the order of the empire. With him, it means that this land is still owned by the empire. So even if the outsider is stronger than the sheriff, he dare not kill him easily. Killing the sheriff is equivalent to challenging the dignity of the empire, and the station of the imperial expeditionary force is not far from here.
Qianye looked into the town, took a deep breath, and then found that his perception of the blood of strangers became more acute. The good news is that the smell of flesh and blood no longer caused him any symptoms of hunger and thirst.
But Qianye didn't have time to be happy, and found that the blood in the town had lost more than half!
Qianye jumped off the town wall, first went around a few familiar houses of ordinary residents nearby, confirmed that the aborigines were still sleeping inside, and then sneaked towards his own Manshushahua bar not far away.
The bar was in a mess, the door that had just been installed for a few days was on one side, none of the windows was intact, and all the furniture and objects inside were in a pile of debris, and there were a few pools of shocking blood stains among them.
However, from the direction of the bedroom, there were bursts of loud snoring, which even passed through the corridor and echoed in the lobby.
Qianye didn't go directly, but walked around to the back door to enter the bar, and then walked into the living area without a sound. There was no movement in the guest rooms on both sides, and the sound was in his own bedroom.
A young man was leaning on the sofa with a shotgun in his arms, sleeping soundly. This guy was obviously assigned to stay behind, waiting for Qianye to show up.
But when Qianye didn't come back for a few days, the guy who stayed behind lost his vigilance and started to be lazy. But this kind of ruffian can't expect too much.
Qianye patted his face lightly with the dagger.
The young man was woken up immediately. He was obviously very upset when he was abruptly pulled out of his deep sleep.
Qianye directly punched him in the stomach, immediately making him bow like a shrimp, and the second half of the swearing was blocked in his throat. Then Qianye pressed his face down on the sofa to death, and then hit his ribs hard with his knees, several times in succession, until he heard a few bone cracking sounds before giving up.
As soon as Qianye let go, the young man wanted to scream, but the chill from the dagger in his throat made him swallow all the screams.
"What happened here? Who sent you here? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll cut off your fingers one by one." Qianye said coldly.
After seeing that it was Qianye, the young man immediately flinched, and hurriedly said: "I am from Yanhuo. The expeditionary force sent two companies over the day before yesterday to search for blood slaves in Dengta Town. We came together..."
"Continue talking." Qianye pressed down the dagger, cutting a bloodstain on his neck.
The young man seemed to sense the calm killing intent in Qianye's eyes, and immediately shivered, and said quickly, "Master Qi in Heiliu City is very dissatisfied with you and Mr. Zhao. He paid a large sum of money because of you." Qian, and an advanced force gun. So I tried to get the expeditionary force to send out two companies to come here in the name of hunting blood slaves, but in fact... to kill you and Mr. Zhao."
Qianye's heart tightened, he knew very well what hunting down blood slaves meant to the people in Lighthouse Town.
"What about those who disappeared?"
"Most were killed on the spot, and some were taken away by the expeditionary force."
"Where is Tiger Yan? Where is he?" Qianye asked.
The young man trembled and said, "He's with Mr. Zhao."
Qianye nodded, slowly withdrew the dagger, and said, "Since you are honest, I will give you a chance to survive. Get out of here immediately, and roll as far as you can!"
"Yes, yes! Thank you!" The young man's head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Qianye turned around and walked out, just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly threw a thorn with his backhand. The thorns flew like lightning, piercing that bastard's throat in an instant!
The young gangster looked at Qianye in astonishment. The shotgun in his hand was aimed at Qianye's back, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to pull the trigger.
Qianye came back again, picked up the gangster's shotgun and looked at it.
This is a flintlock long gun that can use earthen shotgun. Due to the rough workmanship, the power and accuracy cannot be guaranteed beyond ten meters. But at close range, it is still a powerful killing weapon, at least better than a short knife. Qianye dug out ten rounds of shotgun from the gangster's body, threw the body on the ground, and then took a last look at his bar.
The bar was in such a mess that even the bluestone floor had been pried open one by one, and anything of value was looted. Manjusawa, who accompanied him in the darkest stage of his life, just disappeared.
When he left the bar, Qianye was not angry, but unusually calm, with a little bit of excitement.
In the Red Scorpion's training, this is the best state before the battle.
Qianye went straight to Mr. Zhao's abandoned factory base camp. It is said that after Yan Huo took over Dengta Town, he has been staying there for the past few days.
The sky still hadn't descended on the horizon, and the silhouettes of the tall factory buildings in front were extremely gloomy, like monsters that could devour people at any time. There is only one factory building that has been remodeled by Mr. Zhao, and it can be used for people. Everything else is ruins.
There are obvious traces of fighting outside the factory building, and bullet casings are scattered everywhere.
Qianye picked up a bullet casing and looked at it, his heart immediately sank slightly.
This bullet is an assault rifle made by the Imperial Expeditionary Force. Although this kind of gun is an antique that was retired decades ago, it is much more powerful than ordinary earthen weapons.
Since the other party can use a large number of military standard weapons, Mr. Zhao is probably in danger.
The gate of the factory building was open, but Qianye did not enter directly. Instead, he took a few steps to run up, and then leaped to the outer wall, using the momentum to climb all the way up, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the roof of the factory building.
Yan Huo didn't set up a sentry here, so Qianye passed the exit on the roof and entered the inside of the factory without any problems.
There are three-story buildings on the inside of the factory building, and the rest is the original hall. There is a huge power main engine in it, but it has long been turned into a pile of scrap iron.
Qianye still remembered that the uppermost floor here was Mr. Zhao's original residence, the middle floor was the room of the guards and gang veterans, and the lower floor was where ordinary members lived.
Qianye came down from the top floor, so he naturally reached the third floor first. He walked out of Mr. Zhao's bedroom without a sound, and immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, and it was no longer fresh.
Qianye paused for a moment, then gently opened the door and looked inside.
Mr. Zhao fell to the ground, his whole body was covered with injuries, and his calf was gone. His last move was to struggle to climb to the closet, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the floor. Mr. Zhao has a bullet hole between his eyebrows, but there is a contented smile on his face.
Qianye was neither sad nor happy, entered the room, and knelt down beside Mr. Zhao.