The Han at the beginning of autumn was still much warmer than the rest of the world, but there seemed to be a dark cloud hanging over Canghai City for a long time.

The sky was clear, but the city seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and the hawkers who used to be full of hawkers were long gone, except for one or two pedestrians who hurried along the large and spacious streets, and after a few moments they were gone.

In front of every building in Canghai City, whether it is a restaurant or a green building, whether it is a mansion or a small courtyard, there is a white silk hanging at the door, which silently pulls down the atmosphere of the entire Canghai City.

It also spontaneously organized a seven-day cold meal, and people mourned and commemorated the Wuhou in their hearts in this way.

And the Lin family soldiers stationed in Canghai City put snow-white filial piety clothes on their armor, and both the city head and the garrison camp looked white, which made people shudder.

In fact, they are confused, why Lin Jiajun upheld justice and fought for mankind but ended up like this, even a few days after Wuhou had passed away, no force said a word of justice for Lin Jinrong's death.

There was not much anger on the faces of the soldiers, but they were calm, and they continued their defense work as always, as if Lin Jinrong was still in the city.

The only thing that changed was that after the news of Cailin Jinrong's assassination reached the city, the gate of Canghai City was closed. No one can enter at will.

The 40,000 Lin family troops brought back by Bi Kongqing from Longxi City did not enter the city, and directly started defense work outside the city, so as not to suffer an indelible blow to Canghai City in this special period.

The Imperial History of the Empire had already arrived at Canghai City a few days ago, but it was still mercilessly blocked out of the city gate by Bi Tianqing. The latest and fastest updates

In the face of the pathetic people of Canghai City, even the always high-spirited Yushi has become like a frosted eggplant, and can only temporarily stay at the post station outside the city, waiting for Lin Ji's return.

And Canghai City is hung with two white silk about ten zhang long outside the closed city gate, stretching from the city wall to the side of the city gate, and the white silk is written with a red pen Canghai City's attitude: "The world is not benevolent to kill the Marquis, this revenge is not Canghai." ”

The huge fourteen characters fluttered in the wind on the walls of Canghai City, like a spell to announce to the world that their anger had not yet exploded, and the reason why they had not yet erupted was because they were waiting for someone, waiting for someone who could lead them to revenge.

When Xing Jianqiu turned over the hill where he could see Canghai City from afar, he finally let out a long sigh.

When we got here, the hunt was finally coming to an end.

At this time, the old man had already become exhausted, and he was holding the thin horse behind him with one hand, the BMW that Lin Jinrong loved before his death, carrying the body of his master, and he couldn't be thinner anymore. Only two huge glasses were left to tell Xing Jianqiu that he could still keep going.

And Xing Jianqiu's old waist has been bent at this moment, and in order to reduce the weight of the horse, Xing Jianqiu has always resisted Lin Ji on his shoulders.

"You idiot, you don't have to go so hard, but after all, you still get out of some of the taste of heroes. Xing Jianqiu looked at the Canghai City, whose outline was gradually clear, and smiled bitterly.

Along the way, he forgot how many people Lin Ji had killed and how many people he had hit, but he knew that Lin Ji had a lot of wounds on his body and a lot of blood.

Xing Jianqiu threw Lin Ji off his shoulder, leaned against a towering ancient tree, and leaned against himself, as if talking to himself: "Sometimes I feel that you and your father are exactly the same, and I love that city as if I love myself. But sometimes you are very different from him. Xing Jianqiu sighed slightly, and rubbed his back on the trunk of the tree vigorously, the newly grown bloody wound was a little itchy after all, which he couldn't bear.

"The difference between me and my father is that he built Canghai City, and I have to protect Canghai City. Lin Ji didn't know when he woke up, looked at Xing Jianqiu who was sitting beside him, thought for a moment, and said affirmatively.

Xing Jianqiu was not surprised by Lin Ji's sobriety, but looked at Lin Ji with some disgust, who was unkempt, ragged, and full of traces of blood after drying, and frowned.

"Shouldn't you pack up and go into town so they can be a little happier? Xing Jianqiu kindly reminded him, but he didn't get a response.

The thin horse changed from a black dot to a white dot, and then appeared in the sight of Lin Jiajun and Bi Tianqing.

Bi Kongqing looked at Lin Ji, who was walking beside the thin horse, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

This young man, who was only eighteen years old, had become the only reliance between Lin Jiajun and Canghai City at this time.

When the skinny horse appeared outside the city, the nearly 40,000 people stationed outside the city instantly fell silent, and then silently made way for a road leading to the city gate.

Lin Ji didn't speak, pursed his chapped lips, and carefully hugged Lin Jinrong's cold body from the horse. Then after carefully arranging his clothes, he held Lin Jirong's body in front of him.

The road to Canghai City was not long, but Lin Ji had walked for a long time.

Wherever he passed, the soldiers on both sides of the path that led to Canghai City, which could only accommodate a few people passing side by side, fell to the ground with all their might.

They looked at the man whom they respected and adored so much, silent and grieved.

There were tens of thousands of people in front of Canghai City, and at this moment, only the footsteps of Lin Ji slowly moving forward remained.

And at some point, a voice suddenly sounded in the silence, shouting: "Welcome Wuhou back to the city." ”

Immediately after that, countless voices sounded one after another, repeating this sentence, and the voice was higher and higher.

Their Wuhou has finally returned.

And after the chanting, the crying sound that was no longer neat sounded, and they wept and looked at the Wuhou who was invincible on the battlefield, but at this time his bones were not cold, and their hearts were strange pathos.

The cries of tens of thousands of people rose to the sky, startling countless forest birds on the Jieshi Mountain next to Canghai City and fluttering into the sky.

Getting closer and closer to the city gate, Lin Ji finally saw the blood-red characters on the white silk clearly.

He stopped under the gaze of tens of thousands of Lin Jiajun.

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at the familiar face in his arms, and bit his lip with his teeth. Then he trembled.

"This revenge is not revenge, this revenge is not the sea, this revenge is not the sea......" Lin Ji read those words word by word, and his voice became louder and louder.

Then Xing Jianqiu also read it, Bi Kongqing followed it, Zhou Ziqian read it, and more and more Lin Jiajun read it, and his voice became more and more high-pitched, like a torrent that was like a bamboo, wanting to spread all over the world and tell those who had or wanted to attack Canghai City that their death was not far away.

The imperial history from Zhongjing, trembling, walked behind Lin Ji in the angry eyes of Lin Jiajun, cleared his throat, and took the holy decree from the brocade box in the hands of his entourage: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, add Wuhou Lin Jinrong as a loyal ......" The minister's voice trembled and wanted to read the holy decree immediately, leaving this place where it seemed that he could slaughter himself a thousand times with his eyes, but the long decree was interrupted mercilessly by the young man in front of him before he could finish reading it: " The Divine Decree can stay, and as for you, you can go. ”

Lin Ji's voice was extremely calm. So that the calm was a little terrifying, and the voice came from the deepest part of his throat, and when it came to the ears of the Imperial Emperor, it seemed to come from hell, and he couldn't help but tremble.

But the arrogant and domineering officials on weekdays couldn't hold their faces, and in the embarrassed eyes of several entourages behind him, he swallowed his saliva, blushed and said, "You...... It is in vain to interrupt me from reading the decree. The confidence that he barely mentioned disappeared in an instant after saying this, and he took a step back with some fear.

"In vain?" Lin Ji suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so wildly that he even burst into tears. There was a hint of sarcasm and a hint of mockery in the laughter.

Then the laughter stopped instantly, and turned into an extremely cold voice: "Get out or die." ”

The imperial history from the Ministry of Officials finally broke through his courage, and after Lin Ji said this, a puddle of vomiting yellow and white stuff flowed out from under the robe.

However, the entourage behind him felt the abnormality of the atmosphere, and hurriedly supported his own adults to leave Canghai City in a hurry under the angry gaze of Lin Jiajun.

And the decree was like waste paper, and it was long since it was thrown away.