Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
The carriage was not moving very fast, and the team walked very seriously. No one outside even spoke along the way. There was a faint chilling air in the silence, and it was like a tightened bowstring. No one knew what would break out in the next second.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
He asked An Zheng.
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
"My father has only one son: me."
"Step aside."
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
An Caichen's figure disappeared, and the next second he was at the gate of the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
A man as big as a human emperor could actually be superstitious to this point, which shows how unconfident this person is. If you think about it more carefully, it is reasonable for a person like him to live under the light of his father since childhood, and to have pride and inferiority coexist.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
"So I didn't have the right to choose my own life from the beginning. I was destined to be Bai Shengjun, and I was destined to be responsible for the hundreds of millions of people in these tens of thousands of miles of land. When I was young, I fantasized more. I was full of energy and said Even if I am not as good as my father, I will not be much worse. But what I really think is that I will definitely surpass my father.”
An Caichen's face was very pale, like the color of paper money.
Every once in a while on Guancheng Street, you will encounter a team of border troops patrolling by. Most of their uniforms are damaged, and everyone has blood stains on them. It is no longer possible to tell whether it is their own or the enemy's. .
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
But after a moment of silence, he opened the file again, tore out the page with Fang Tanzhi's name crossed out, balled it up and threw it out the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.
"More than ten days ago."
"This is the scope of authority of the prosecutor of the Police Department. Take it back and take a look at it and remember it. All the people and things under Inspector Zhu have been handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stop working in the Department of Police and continue to work in the Department of Police. Study at Baisheng Academy, but the current situation no longer allows you to stay out of it. "
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
An Caichen's figure disappeared, and the next second he was at the gate of the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
This is a slightly magical file. As a person's name and position increase, the page they are on will automatically move up. An Zheng was the person who was transferred the fastest in this file and was the final prosecutor with the authority of the Police Department, although he himself didn't even know what authority he had.
"So I didn't have the right to choose my own life from the beginning. I was destined to be Bai Shengjun, and I was destined to be responsible for the hundreds of millions of people in these tens of thousands of miles of land. When I was young, I fantasized more. I was full of energy and said Even if I am not as good as my father, I will not be much worse. But what I really think is that I will definitely surpass my father.”
Lying down, how disrespectful.
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
He asked An Zheng.
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
Ning Xiaolou put the file aside and chose another thin booklet and threw it on An Zheng.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
An Zheng, who was dozing with his eyes closed, shook his head.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
"My father has only one son: me."
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
An Caichen's face was very pale, like the color of paper money.
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
"Step aside."
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
"I like outsiders more and more."
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"Step aside."
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
"So I didn't have the right to choose my own life from the beginning. I was destined to be Bai Shengjun, and I was destined to be responsible for the hundreds of millions of people in these tens of thousands of miles of land. When I was young, I fantasized more. I was full of energy and said Even if I am not as good as my father, I will not be much worse. But what I really think is that I will definitely surpass my father.”
An Caichen took a deep breath again, remained silent for a long time, then turned and walked towards the morgue.
An Zheng remembered the name.
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
A man as big as a human emperor could actually be superstitious to this point, which shows how unconfident this person is. If you think about it more carefully, it is reasonable for a person like him to live under the light of his father since childhood, and to have pride and inferiority coexist.
"You mean the dead should be divided into three, six, and nine grades? Didn't that soldier in the morgue die fighting to guard this pass? You people are so damn interesting. You just think you are noble when you are alive. , you have to die differently than others, and you will be given a VIP room?"
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
Mayi Qiu
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
There are so many that it’s impossible to find them.
An Zheng remembered the name.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
"We have saved more damn people. If the border is lost, which of the millions of people behind us will be able to survive?"
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
"This is the scope of authority of the prosecutor of the Police Department. Take it back and take a look at it and remember it. All the people and things under Inspector Zhu have been handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stop working in the Department of Police and continue to work in the Department of Police. Study at Baisheng Academy, but the current situation no longer allows you to stay out of it. "
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
Mayi Qiu
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
Behind him, the soldier's curses were still loud.
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
Ning Xiaolou put the file aside and chose another thin booklet and threw it on An Zheng.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
Every once in a while on Guancheng Street, you will encounter a team of border troops patrolling by. Most of their uniforms are damaged, and everyone has blood stains on them. It is no longer possible to tell whether it is their own or the enemy's. .
Lying down, how disrespectful.
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
An Caichen had a premonition of something and quickly walked over and broke into the coffin. Inside the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but it was lying face down.
"This is the scope of authority of the prosecutor of the Police Department. Take it back and take a look at it and remember it. All the people and things under Inspector Zhu have been handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stop working in the Department of Police and continue to work in the Department of Police. Study at Baisheng Academy, but the current situation no longer allows you to stay out of it. "
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
He quickened his pace and walked toward the morgue. When he arrived, he was immediately shocked and frightened by the scene he saw in front of him. He has always believed that he is a person with a stable enough mind. Even if the mountain collapses, he will not change his expression, but he will not lose his mind casually.
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
Behind him, the soldier's curses were still loud.
An Caichen suddenly turned around and walked out. The middle-aged man from the Police Department looked back at him: "What are you going to do?"
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"I want to see your general."
Ning Xiaolou put the file aside and chose another thin booklet and threw it on An Zheng.
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
"I like outsiders more and more."
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar with me, the better."
Lying down, how disrespectful.
He asked An Zheng.
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"Step aside."
An Zheng said oh again, slightly disrespectful.
"What do you do?"
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
"Justice."
"We have saved more damn people. If the border is lost, which of the millions of people behind us will be able to survive?"
An Zheng, who was dozing with his eyes closed, shook his head.
"My father has only one son: me."
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
The carriage was not moving very fast, and the team walked very seriously. No one outside even spoke along the way. There was a faint chilling air in the silence, and it was like a tightened bowstring. No one knew what would break out in the next second.
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
Lying down, how disrespectful.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"The general is too busy to pay attention to you. If you are looking for a corpse, go to the morgue to find it. But let me tell you, most of the corpses there are mutilated. You went in clean and stained. Don’t spit the putrid smell of blood there. It’s okay to spit on your noble gentleman’s body, but don’t spit on my colleagues.”
At the same time, Qinguan.
"Sir is the one guarding the city gate alone. His body should not be at the morgue."
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
He asked An Zheng.
He quickened his pace and walked toward the morgue. When he arrived, he was immediately shocked and frightened by the scene he saw in front of him. He has always believed that he is a person with a stable enough mind. Even if the mountain collapses, he will not change his expression, but he will not lose his mind casually.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
"We have saved more damn people. If the border is lost, which of the millions of people behind us will be able to survive?"
Every once in a while on Guancheng Street, you will encounter a team of border troops patrolling by. Most of their uniforms are damaged, and everyone has blood stains on them. It is no longer possible to tell whether it is their own or the enemy's. .
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
Every once in a while on Guancheng Street, you will encounter a team of border troops patrolling by. Most of their uniforms are damaged, and everyone has blood stains on them. It is no longer possible to tell whether it is their own or the enemy's. .
"The general is too busy to pay attention to you. If you are looking for a corpse, go to the morgue to find it. But let me tell you, most of the corpses there are mutilated. You went in clean and stained. Don’t spit the putrid smell of blood there. It’s okay to spit on your noble gentleman’s body, but don’t spit on my colleagues.”
At the same time, Qinguan.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"Justice."
"What do you do?"
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
This is a slightly magical file. As a person's name and position increase, the page they are on will automatically move up. An Zheng was the person who was transferred the fastest in this file and was the final prosecutor with the authority of the Police Department, although he himself didn't even know what authority he had.
He quickened his pace and walked toward the morgue. When he arrived, he was immediately shocked and frightened by the scene he saw in front of him. He has always believed that he is a person with a stable enough mind. Even if the mountain collapses, he will not change his expression, but he will not lose his mind casually.
There are so many that it’s impossible to find them.
"We have saved more damn people. If the border is lost, which of the millions of people behind us will be able to survive?"
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
This is a slightly magical file. As a person's name and position increase, the page they are on will automatically move up. An Zheng was the person who was transferred the fastest in this file and was the final prosecutor with the authority of the Police Department, although he himself didn't even know what authority he had.
"I like outsiders more and more."
"What do you do?"
"My father has only one son: me."
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
This is a slightly magical file. As a person's name and position increase, the page they are on will automatically move up. An Zheng was the person who was transferred the fastest in this file and was the final prosecutor with the authority of the Police Department, although he himself didn't even know what authority he had.
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
An Zheng remembered the name.
An Zheng, who was dozing with his eyes closed, shook his head.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
An Zheng remembered the name.
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
But after a moment of silence, he opened the file again, tore out the page with Fang Tanzhi's name crossed out, balled it up and threw it out the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
"Sir is the one guarding the city gate alone. His body should not be at the morgue."
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar with me, the better."
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
"What do you do?"
"You mean the dead should be divided into three, six, and nine grades? Didn't that soldier in the morgue die fighting to guard this pass? You people are so damn interesting. You just think you are noble when you are alive. , you have to die differently than others, and you will be given a VIP room?"
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
An Caichen's figure disappeared, and the next second he was at the gate of the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
"I want to see your general."
"Justice."
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
"We have saved more damn people. If the border is lost, which of the millions of people behind us will be able to survive?"
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
An Caichen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
An Zheng, who was dozing with his eyes closed, shook his head.
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
"I like outsiders more and more."
"I want to see your general."
"More than ten days ago."
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
"The general is too busy to pay attention to you. If you are looking for a corpse, go to the morgue to find it. But let me tell you, most of the corpses there are mutilated. You went in clean and stained. Don’t spit the putrid smell of blood there. It’s okay to spit on your noble gentleman’s body, but don’t spit on my colleagues.”
An Caichen had a premonition of something and quickly walked over and broke into the coffin. Inside the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but it was lying face down.
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
An Caichen took a deep breath again, remained silent for a long time, then turned and walked towards the morgue.
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar with me, the better."
An Caichen took a deep breath again, remained silent for a long time, then turned and walked towards the morgue.
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
An Caichen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
Mayi Qiu
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
But after a moment of silence, he opened the file again, tore out the page with Fang Tanzhi's name crossed out, balled it up and threw it out the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.
Behind him, the soldier's curses were still loud.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
"You mean the dead should be divided into three, six, and nine grades? Didn't that soldier in the morgue die fighting to guard this pass? You people are so damn interesting. You just think you are noble when you are alive. , you have to die differently than others, and you will be given a VIP room?"
"Sir is the one guarding the city gate alone. His body should not be at the morgue."
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
"You mean the dead should be divided into three, six, and nine grades? Didn't that soldier in the morgue die fighting to guard this pass? You people are so damn interesting. You just think you are noble when you are alive. , you have to die differently than others, and you will be given a VIP room?"
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"What do you do?"
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
He quickened his pace and walked toward the morgue. When he arrived, he was immediately shocked and frightened by the scene he saw in front of him. He has always believed that he is a person with a stable enough mind. Even if the mountain collapses, he will not change his expression, but he will not lose his mind casually.
"Justice."
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
"What do you do?"
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
"What do you do?"
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
At the same time, Qinguan.
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
"The general is too busy to pay attention to you. If you are looking for a corpse, go to the morgue to find it. But let me tell you, most of the corpses there are mutilated. You went in clean and stained. Don’t spit the putrid smell of blood there. It’s okay to spit on your noble gentleman’s body, but don’t spit on my colleagues.”
"More than ten days ago."
There are so many that it’s impossible to find them.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
"Please be more polite. Sir, you have saved many of you by yourself."
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
"Damn it, I can't stand these self-righteous guys. What's wrong with the disciples of Baisheng Academy? Are they superior to others? Mr. Huan died to save us. If you die, you will die. No one has any privileges."
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
"Step aside."
Behind him, the soldier's curses were still loud.
A veteran with no left leg came over on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
Therefore, An Caichen, who looked clean and filial, looked very conspicuous when he walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much kindness in their eyes. Clean clothes, like an alien here.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
When he arrived outside the General's Mansion in Guancheng, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped him.
The carriage was not moving very fast, and the team walked very seriously. No one outside even spoke along the way. There was a faint chilling air in the silence, and it was like a tightened bowstring. No one knew what would break out in the next second.
"This is the scope of authority of the prosecutor of the Police Department. Take it back and take a look at it and remember it. All the people and things under Inspector Zhu have been handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stop working in the Department of Police and continue to work in the Department of Police. Study at Baisheng Academy, but the current situation no longer allows you to stay out of it. "
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy. Fang Tanzhi, the teacher of Baisheng Academy, died in Qinguan more than ten days ago. I want to take his body back."
Mayi Qiu
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
The soldier who asked the question was a little more aggressive, perhaps because the continuous killings these days made everyone a little more aggressive.
An Caichen's face was very pale, like the color of paper money.
But after a moment of silence, he opened the file again, tore out the page with Fang Tanzhi's name crossed out, balled it up and threw it out the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
"Justice."
Mayi Qiu
"More than ten days ago."
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
An Caichen suddenly turned around and walked out. The middle-aged man from the Police Department looked back at him: "What are you going to do?"
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
"I want to see your general."
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
He led An Caichen forward, stepping on the soaked earth mixed with corpse liquid and blood, and the sound the soles of his shoes made on the ground was eerie. As the veteran led An Caichen along, there were piles of corpses on both sides of the path. The corpses were randomly thrown there, some with their arms hanging down, and some with their heads hanging down.
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
The carriage was not moving very fast, and the team walked very seriously. No one outside even spoke along the way. There was a faint chilling air in the silence, and it was like a tightened bowstring. No one knew what would break out in the next second.
An Caichen had a premonition of something and quickly walked over and broke into the coffin. Inside the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but it was lying face down.
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
There are so many that it’s impossible to find them.
"I like outsiders more and more."
There was a human head on the side of the road. Most of the flesh and blood on it had been eaten by crows. There was an eyeball missing from the eye socket, and the other eyeball looked at the sky alone and full of resentment.
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
Lying down, how disrespectful.
How ironic.
"My father has only one son: me."
"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, over the years, I have become increasingly afraid to use the people around me who seem close to me. It is no longer the case that the Nine Saints Sect wants to destroy me, Bai Shengjun. It took him decades to go from being in a hurry to being in a hurry... it was enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me."
"Sir is the one guarding the city gate alone. His body should not be at the morgue."
"I like outsiders more and more."
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
How ironic.
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
There were probably dozens of people with black veils wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood there, looking up at the sky. He didn't know why it started to rain, but the first drop of rain hit his face.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar with me, the better."
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
"To find the body, go to the morgue over there, the General's Mansion."
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
Mayi Qiu
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
"This is the scope of authority of the prosecutor of the Police Department. Take it back and take a look at it and remember it. All the people and things under Inspector Zhu have been handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stop working in the Department of Police and continue to work in the Department of Police. Study at Baisheng Academy, but the current situation no longer allows you to stay out of it. "
How ironic.
He quickened his pace and walked toward the morgue. When he arrived, he was immediately shocked and frightened by the scene he saw in front of him. He has always believed that he is a person with a stable enough mind. Even if the mountain collapses, he will not change his expression, but he will not lose his mind casually.
"What do you do?"
"I want to see your general."
Several people wearing police uniforms came towards them, and they nodded politely when they saw An Caichen. An Caichen found that an open space had been cleared in front of him, and more people from the Police Department were guarding there.
"I am a disciple of Baisheng Academy in Yancheng. My husband died here in the battle of Fang Tan. I am here to take his body back."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
An Caichen had a premonition of something and quickly walked over and broke into the coffin. Inside the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but it was lying face down.
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
The hostile looks of those people did not affect An Caichen, and he did not have the heart to care so much. He just wanted to find his husband's body as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to Ningmu Pavilion for a proper burial.
But after a moment of silence, he opened the file again, tore out the page with Fang Tanzhi's name crossed out, balled it up and threw it out the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.
There were corpses everywhere, and no one even arranged them. There are piles of piles, some with thousands of objects, some with hundreds of objects, just scattered there, like a pile of straw. The pile of corpses outside looked better, but the smell of blood was very strong. The further inside you go, the stronger the rancid smell becomes, making your stomach churn.
An Caichen had a premonition of something and quickly walked over and broke into the coffin. Inside the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but it was lying face down.
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
An Caichen took a deep breath again, remained silent for a long time, then turned and walked towards the morgue.
Fire surged up in An Caichen's heart, followed by a mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth.
An Caichen's face was very pale, like the color of paper money.
"Actually, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."
The carriage was not moving very fast, and the team walked very seriously. No one outside even spoke along the way. There was a faint chilling air in the silence, and it was like a tightened bowstring. No one knew what would break out in the next second.
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar with me, the better."
Lying down, how disrespectful.
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
"So I have to believe him. I have to believe him until I break his assertion. He said that I will meet a noble person to help me. After meeting this noble person, I will reach the top of my game. He said... you are my noble person. ”
An Caichen's figure disappeared, and the next second he was at the gate of the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"Sir is the one guarding the city gate alone. His body should not be at the morgue."
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
"Step aside."
"There are many times where I couldn't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I couldn't help it. Do you know why?"
An Zheng remembered the name.
An Caichen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything more or pay attention to anything.
An Caichen suddenly turned around and walked out. The middle-aged man from the Police Department looked back at him: "What are you going to do?"
"I like outsiders more and more."
"I like outsiders more and more."
An Zheng said oh but didn't say anything more.
An Caichen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated him like this.
"Justice."
What's more, it's not just seven days of corpses piled up here.
"My father has only one son: me."
But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.
"What do you do?"
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
An Caichen's figure disappeared, and the next second he was at the gate of the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
"You mean the dead should be divided into three, six, and nine grades? Didn't that soldier in the morgue die fighting to guard this pass? You people are so damn interesting. You just think you are noble when you are alive. , you have to die differently than others, and you will be given a VIP room?"
A small funeral shed was built with wood in the open space behind, and a very thin coffin was placed inside. It looked like it was a door panel taken off from somewhere and nailed on. There was also the word "福" on one side.
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
"Justice."
"Step aside."
"Step aside."
"It's easy to kill him. I won't be worried if I kill him? No, that sentence seems to have taken root in my heart and affects me all the time. So killing him will not break the inner demons. Only by breaking his assertion and letting him admit that he was gross in front of me can the inner demons be eliminated."
With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.
An Caichen, the elder brother of Baisheng Academy's Ningmu Pavilion, stood in the city of Qinguan, his crescent-white gown swaying gently in the wind. He straightened his clothes and mood, and walked towards the General's Mansion in Guancheng.
"No matter what, there is a guy my father trusts named Qiu Mayi, who is a very annoying person."
Ning Xiaolou lowered his head and carefully looked at the thick roster in his hand. Finally, he raised his hand and held a pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. The pen tip trembled slightly as he started writing, and Ning Xiaolou realized that he was not so ruthless after all.
An Caichen's face was very pale, like the color of paper money.
Lying down, how disrespectful.
But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw that his husband's fatal wound was on his back, facing his heart. The wound was wide and long, like a stab wound. The meat on both sides was turned over and had begun to rot.
Ning Xiaolou's gaze was still on the file, but it became blurry.
An Caichen had to continue walking forward. His husband was killed in the battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpses were piled up was not at the outermost place. The corpse from more than ten days ago had already begun to rot. The pungent smell of corpse liquid mixed with the smell of blood penetrated into the brain and almost made people collapse. Groups of crows circled in the sky, and on each pile of corpses there were crows pecking at the carrion on the corpses.
Due to the continuous fighting and the severe shortage of troops, there was no way to allocate manpower to bury these corpses. Even if it's winter, corpses that have been parked for more than seven days are still rotting and smelly.
The veteran pondered for a while and pointed to the distance: "Come with me, it's probably over there."