"Daegu!

Wu Dali snatched the wooden stick in Wu Yu's hand, and just leaned over to open Daegu's mouth, who knew that Daegu took a big breath, and the hand that had been paralyzed by his side suddenly bounced up, grabbing Wu Dali's arm deeply like a knife, trembling desperately, he desperately opened his mouth wide, as if trying to say something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"No...... Yo...... Heart......"

The whites of Daegu's rolled eyes suddenly fell, but the eyes were terribly red, and the hand that grabbed Wu Dali's arm grabbed several blood marks like a wolf's claw.

He said with difficulty: "I ...... One ......"

"What did you say?" Wu Dali leaned over and roared, trying to hear what he was saying.

"I ...... One...... Rampart...... Return to ......" Daegu's blood-red eyes stared at Wu Dali, and suddenly gurgled and stared at Wu Yu, with a gurgling sound of blood gushing in his throat.

"Brother Qiu, hold on!" Wu Yu on the side suddenly knelt on the side with a crying voice, pressed the wooden stick hard against Daegu's blood-covered mouth, and ordered someone to hold Daegu's head and keep it in an inclined position, in case the blood foam blocked his trachea, otherwise Daegu would be drowned alive by his own blood and vomit.

"What's going on!" someone shouted outside the crowd, no one paid attention to him, and everyone's attention was on Daegu and Wu Dali.

Daegu, who was suppressed, struggled desperately with Wu Yu's hand, but the whites of his eyes slowly rolled up, his struggling movements became more and more intense, his eyes suddenly widened, and suddenly a terrible roar came out of his throat.

His limbs were stiff, like a prisoner bound to a torture rack and burned, and he roared, and his voice was as terrible as a cold wind blowing through the eaves, like the whimpering and roaring of a lonely owl on a winter night, and the blood foam with confetti and thick black dirt flowed from his mouth and nose.

Daegu let out a terrible cry of sorrow, and finally stopped struggling at the moment when the howl of life ran out.

He's dead.

Wu Yu was stunned and sat on the ground with a slump of his buttocks.

He felt something wrong under his ass and looked down to see that he was sitting on top of the dirt that Daegu had vomited.

Blood and black are mixed, and there seems to be something like white rice inside.

Wu Yu was nauseous for no reason, and stood up desperately wiping his hands, but his palms accidentally pressed the few grains of beige-white rice, and a thick green liquid flowed out from the broken epidermis.

Appears to be insect eggs.

Wu Yu's face turned green all of a sudden, retching vigorously, and was helped down by others.

"What's going on?!" Outside the crowd, someone finally found out that it was King Jing who was reprimanding him sharply, and the crowd quietly stepped back and spread a way for him.

Wu Dali's face was full of shame and reported the general situation.

King Jing glanced at Wu Dali coldly and took another step closer.

"Lord, no, it's ...... on the ground" Wu Dali looked at King Jing who had stepped on what Daegu vomited, and quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence.

King Jing frowned slightly, looking at the corpse on the ground, thoughtful.

As soon as he leaned over, in the surprised eyes of everyone, he reached out and gently pinched Daegu's mouth.

Daegu's eyes were still rolling, and the sockets were full of whites, and a mouth that was in the shape of a dying cry was pouring black blood from the side of his mouth.

King Jing remained silent, and opened Daegu's cuffs again, and saw the purple and black color of his arms at a glance, his fingers continued to grope upward, slightly opened a part, his pupils shrank, and his eyes fell on the thin black characters like earthworms.

The traces are exactly the same as the soldiers who have died inexplicably at the border in recent years.

King Jing quietly pulled down the cuffs to cover his wrists, stood up again, and said to Wu Dali: "Stop at the back camp area, no visit." The funeral letter was sent back early, and there was also a condolence payment...... Twice. ”

Wu Dali said with some embarrassment: "This, just caught him secretly sending news, he ......"

King Jing shook his head, then stopped looking at the corpse and walked out.

One of the accompanying people left the scene without squinting, and someone on the side reported to King Jing in a low voice: "There is a letter from someone from the past, and the old woman died when she arrived at the corner of the street, and her death is exactly the same as that of Daegu." ”

"Do you have any family?"

"Yes, but there is a strange place, the family came from the neighboring city, saying that the old man has been blind for many years, and he has not left the house for many years. I didn't expect to run to the camp, and I ......"

"Why didn't anyone take care of her today?" King Jing shook his head, he remembered the old man's every move before, and he didn't look like a blind old man at all.

The subordinates on the side thought about it and decided to say it as it was, and he reported to King Jing: "A few months ago, the old man may have had hysteria, saying that there were insects in the house, and he was slashing everywhere in the house with a knife, and her daughter-in-law was worried that she would hurt the child, so the family moved to live in Yecheng's mother's house next door, and the family was supposed to come back to see her today." ”

"Go to her and find out. ”

"What about Daegu's identity?"

"Not announced. Just say that it is an infection emergency, and don't disclose the news. King Jing frowned lightly and gave an order.

Daegu can't be a spy.

Daegu was his man many years ago, loyal, and he was the one who arranged it in the stakes of the Qin State, and was inserted into the camp of Qucheng by the Qin State.

Someone is secretly clearing his pawns.

Thinking of this, King Jing's face was not good-looking.

He suddenly remembered that his nephew, whom he hadn't seen for many years, had continued to be highly enthusiastic for seven years, a letter every month, rain or shine, and the letter seemed to be knocking on some of the past, and at the end, he was also warmly beckoning him to return to Weijing, even if King Jing often did not reply to the letter for three or two months, or sometimes he just ordered someone to copy a paragraph of local county chronicles to introduce something and send it back.

His dear nephew, did he think he had been at the border for too long?

At the same time, in the southwest direction of hundreds of miles away from Qucheng, it is also one of the three major cities of Beiguan, and at the midpoint of the journey between Linden City and the southward Duanzhou, there is a small city called Sicheng.

Decades ago, Emperor Wei Ling, who was fond of leisure and hard work, for the convenience of memory, in addition to the city of Luocheng, which was in the center, renamed the four small cities interspersed between the three major military defense lines in the north as Yicheng, Ercheng, Shangcheng, and Sicheng, taking the meaning of one, two, three, four. The emperor died, and no one could tell about his merits, but this simple and easy to remember name was preserved.

Sicheng City is not small, but the residents of the city are farmers in their leisure time and soldiers in wartime, and they use this place as a place to hoard materials to support the three major cities. Although it is located in Beiguan, the city is stable and calm.

Compared with the wind and sand and cattle and horses in other cities in the north, Sicheng, which is located between Linden City and Duanzhou, all the conditions are obviously much more refined. In the north and south direction of Sicheng, the yellow sand wind and dust were carefully maintained by the hundred miles of windbreak forest to soothe into a fine soft breeze, isolated from the sharpening knife of the linden city in the north, the sand and dust rolled, looking north and south in the city tower, you can see hundreds of miles of tall trees lined up into a forest, guarding the avenue like a guard.

The north is cold in the morning, there is a poem of "the north wind sweeps the white grass and folds, and the snow flies in August", even if the wind and snow are received by the three major cities in the north, Sicheng is still eroded by the autumn cold, the leaves of the forest trees beside the road are empty, and a leaf roll that has withered yellow is trembling on the branches, stubbornly refusing to land and his companions turn into spring mud.

Eventually, it could not bear the strength of the wind, and with a slight tremble, it left the cold of the branches, and fell from the heights in a whirlpool, fluttering, and quietly, and when it was about to return to its roots, it was blown up again by a gust of wind.

The dead leaves flipped over, the wind did not subside, and a black horse's hoof broke through the air with an unstoppable momentum. With a loud roar that resounded through the avenue, a black horse churned with four hooves, its long mane flying, and went away, looking in that direction, it was actually rushing to the gate of Sicheng. (To be continued.) )