Early the next morning.

It was supposed to be a sunny day, but it was drizzling.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, and there was still thunder shining in the dark clouds, making a 'whining' thunderous sound, as if looking forward to something.

However, no one cares about this impending heavy rain at all.

On the streets, people are hurrying through the rain, some rushing to work, others rushing to send their children to school.

At this time.

In Jinling City, there is a famous martyr's garden.

In a grocery store, an old woman's irritable voice kept coming.

"Oh bad old man, why don't you hurry up and put the things in, do you want them all to get wet and then they can't be sold?!"

Outside.

The old man, who heard the cry, impatiently dug up his ears and replied, "Got it, got it." ”

"Hey, the weather is really changing, yesterday's weather forecast said that there will be no rain today, and it will rain the next day. Wang Dafu was cleaning up the sundries, but his mouth kept thinking about it.

After speaking, he sighed with emotion, "Sure enough, the weather forecasts for this year are not credible." ”

"What are you thinking about, and you don't move quickly. If things get wet, don't eat today!" Inside the house, the old woman saw that Wang Dafu's movements were a little sluggish, and she couldn't help but threaten again.

Wang Dafu didn't care about the old woman's threat at all, but whispered like the old woman, "If the things are wet, don't eat tonight...... I'm afraid that you won't give you food? Heh, how is it possible!"

However, having said that, his hands and feet still became very consciously sharpened.

The so-called, 'hard-skinned, but honest-minded.' 'It's probably people like Wang Dafu, right?

"Old man, do you have chrysanthemums for sale?"

At this time, just as Wang Dafu picked up something and turned around, a man's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wang Dafu looked back, and his face was suddenly stunned in the next second.

It's really a man, but the man in front of him is too good-looking.

A black suit supports his tall and straight figure, looking majestic and majestic.

is matched with his delicate face.

Wannuozhong, just like the teacher and immortal who came from the book, is full of people.

"You, hello, what's the matter?" Wang Dafu put down the goods in his hand and wiped them on his clothes, looking a little restrained.

After a moment, Wang Dafu didn't hear what the man said.

Si Mohan didn't care and said again, "Do you sell chrysanthemums?"

"Chrysanthemum?" Wang Dafu licked his mouth, "Yes, yes, do you want white chrysanthemum or huang chrysanthemum?"

Si Mohan nodded, "It's okay." ”

After saying that, he put away his umbrella and walked under the eaves to avoid the rain.

"Okay, okay, you wait, I'll show it to you. Wang Dafu replied again and again.

Because it was flowers, it was put away by Wang Dafu's daughter-in-law as soon as it rained, which is why Si Mohan didn't see the flowers and asked Wang Dafu.

'Didi. ’

The next moment Wang Dafu walked into the house, a pleasant phone rang from Si Mohan's trouser belt.

"Hey, how's the investigation?" Si Mohan picked up the phone and went straight to the point.

"The situation is not very good, he is hiding too deeply, and at present, he only knows which disciples who have been sent over, and all of them have died of internal force overdraft. But we have no evidence that he did it. Yuan Heng's deep tone came from the other end of the phone.

"Internal force overdraft?" Si Mohan muttered, his thoughts flying away.

"General, do you think Min Feihan will have anything to do with the group of people we wiped out in Southwest Asia back then. ”

"Probably so. The man's gaze

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Condensed, and the coldness of the connection deepened.

The group of people in Yuan Heng's mouth are actually some South Asian wizards, but the hearts of such wizards are very vicious, and they continue to sacrifice living people in order to improve their cultivation.

There is a kind of witchcraft among them, which is very similar to the situation today.

That kind of witchcraft is to extract the essence of the living to increase one's lifespan or cultivation.

Here's an example.

Since warriors can extract nutrients from all kinds of precious medicinal materials, then these wizards can extract the 'nutrients' they need from living people.

Min Feihan was even more greedy, extracting directly from the martial artist.

As for what these 'nutrients' are, they are naturally the most precious thing in a martial artist's body - internal strength.

After being extracted, most of these warriors will not live long.

Because this kind of witchcraft is extremely domineering and cruel, as long as it starts with, it will not stop, either draining the opponent's internal force, or even the opponent's essence will also be exhausted.

These things were also learned by Si Mohan from the mouths of the group of South Asian wizards back then.

Originally, this group of people should have been wiped out by Si Mohan's group a long time ago.

I didn't expect it.

A trip to Jinling met again.

I don't know how long Min Feihan has been practicing this kind of witchcraft, and how many martial artists he has murdered over the years.

"What should I do next, do you want to continue to investigate?" Yuan Heng's voice sounded again on the phone.

"No, since you can't even find it, it will only be a waste of time to check it again, and some things still need to be solved with your fists. Under the eaves, the man's face was frighteningly cold.

It's like a sharp sword, both sharp and endowed with killing intent.

"But Suzaku, how are we going to give her an explanation?"

"Let's find a chance to talk to her, let her prepare in advance, as for the evidence......" The man paused, "When Min Feihan is killed, everything will naturally fall out." ”

If it was said that he wanted to kill Min Feihan before just to help Suzaku deal with the scourge, then now it is really Si Mohan's business.

After all, it was because of his negligence that the witchcraft in South Asia caused the witchcraft to flow into the country, and Min Feihan secretly learned it.

"Ah, did I call her or did you call her?" Yuan Heng said tentatively in fear.

Thinking of Suzaku's fiery temper, Yuan Heng trembled unconsciously.

"What do you say?" Si Mohan smiled evilly, and his words were playful.

"Oh my God. Yuan Heng, who heard this, seemed to have lost his 'motivation for life', and he looked very loveless.

"Okay, we should also let Hua Jinghong and them get ready, and let them come to pick us up tonight. The man put away his smile and looked cold.

"Okay, I got it. Yuan Heng responded, and said after a while, "By the way, the one from the Wei family wants to see you." ”

"Who?" Si Mohan was a little puzzled, he really didn't know who Yuan Heng's 'that' was.

Yuan Heng patted his head, "Yes, it's really a noble person who forgets things, your old man only issued a military order to his house yesterday, and he forgot about this person today." ’

"Jinling Wei Jia, Provincial Military District Governor, Wei Zhengxun. Yuan Heng told the identity of that person in great detail.

"He?" Si Mohan was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered this person, "Isn't he about to retire......?"

The voice is not falling.

Yuan Heng interjected, "Yes, that's what you think, he wants to ask you for help to transfer his eldest grandson in the military region to the Western Theater to fight and make meritorious contributions." ”

"I will find the right time to guard me when I know that I am in Jinling. ”

"So, do you want to see him? Yuan Heng pursed his lips, and his tone was a little indifferent to Wei Zhengxun's actions.

After all, in Yuan

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From a horizontal point of view, the Western Theater is the strongest of the four theaters.

The soldier who wants to come in, the one who can't come in after a lot of tests and screening.

Outcome.

You actually want to stuff someone directly through the relationship, isn't this a slap in the face of the West?

Don't you want to lose face as a wolf in the west?

This kind of place is what you want to enter as a red third generation?

Si Mohan naturally heard the grievances in Yuan Heng's words, but because of the identities of both parties, he didn't dare to say it.

"I still have to see him, after all, Wei Lao's face still has to be given, but whether his grandson can enter the Western Territory depends on whether he has the strength to do so. ”

"Hehe, I'll hear that. Yuan Heng's eyes lit up and he said with a hippie smile, "Okay, I'll take them to see you later." ”

"Hmm. Si Mohan also smiled.

His brother's temperament is straightforward, everything is shown on his face, he can't hide his thoughts, and he doesn't know whether it's good or bad.

Si Mohan, who hung up the phone, found that the old man beside him had been standing for a long time.

His face froze and his voice was apologetic, "I'm sorry, old man, for keeping you waiting so long." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. looks like a person who does big things, and it's normal to have a lot of phone calls. Wang Dafu slapped his hand and didn't care.

Being praised by the old man, Si Mo was so cold that he looked a little embarrassed, and said lightly before he said, "Get me a bunch of white chrysanthemums and a bunch of huang chrysanthemums." ”

"Okay. ”

……

Half an hour later, under the Martyrs' Monument.

The man looked indifferent, staring at every name on the wall in the drizzle.

'Li Shuang, male, a native of Jinling, died heroically under the moat, died at the age of eighteen!'

'Lin Yi, male, a native of Jinling, was in charge of intelligence and communications, and after being unfortunately captured, he kept secrets and endured three days of torture, and finally died under the iron branding, died heroically, at the age of 20!'

‘……’

'Ji Xiaoling, female, a native of Jinling, a civilian spy, was unexpectedly discovered, committed suicide decisively, died at the age of eighteen!'

How many red faces are broken, how many Lang are sad.

One by one, young people as old as flowers, before they had time to enjoy the beautiful life in this earthly world, they died in the long river of years.

Even if the relentless war is fierce, even if the hot blood is flowing, it cannot break their will!

Dark clouds, obscuring the sun.

There was only a man in the open square, and he had been standing there for an hour.

During this period, countless figures hurriedly left after putting down the flowers, and he was the only one who did not move.

The weather is getting cooler.

I don't know if it was because the atmosphere here was too heavy, or because of the change in the sky, the few people who stopped in place for a few minutes walked away.

"I came in a hurry this time, and I couldn't bring them, so I will definitely bring them all to you to toast and see them off!"

"Today, you take my line first!"

No one knows what the man means.

However, this 'heaven' knows!

Boom——!

As if in response to him, a thunderclap erupted in the sky.

After that, there was silence.

'Smack!'

But at this time, the man had already bent down, bowed, bowed, bowed, bowed, and bowed 90 times each time!

In his capacity, this is the greatest salute!

Since he came to the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, this martyr's garden where tens of thousands of martyrs are buried, he must come to pay a salute!

……

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