Nangonggang rushed back to Tiexi as fast as possible.

The quiet, austere tribe of the past was now in chaos and chaos before him, and the samurai of the tribe had no commander, and they ran briskly, shouting from their mouths, mixed with the screams and cries of women and children, and it made people panic.

The samurai brought buckets of water from the nearest river and poured them into the flames.

Nangong Gang forced himself to calm down, he noticed that black smoke was constantly rising from the direction where the tribe's hay and grain were stored, although there was an extremely strong smell, but the fire had been controlled, and the loss would not be too great, and the problem now was the building where Wu Zhu lived.

Such a huge fire, raging and fierce.

The water from the samurai spilled down, and the fire weakened slightly, and then it became more ferocious, and the scorching heat of the air rolled and swept over, and the samurai who had just poured a bucket of water said a sigh in his mouth, and retreated back again and again, and his hair was burned, giving off a scorching smell.

Nangong Gang reached out and grabbed the warrior and asked sharply about the situation.

The warrior's brain was still a little flustered, but when he saw Nangong Gang, he calmed down a little and said:

"Yes, it's on fire. ”

"First the haystacks, and then, with a lot of difficulty, put it out, and there was a fire on this side again. ”

Nangong Gang Road:

"Are there any dead or wounded?!"

"No, no, there is, there is. ”

"In the haystack, a few people were injured and did not die, it was Lord Wuzhu's guards here, as well as two green wolves, all of whom were killed. ”

The warrior replied, paused, and then thought of one more thing, and said:

"Lord Wu Zhu is still in the building. ”

"He didn't make it out. ”

Nangong Gang's face turned pale.

Among the group of people who followed him, there was a man and a woman in the front, both wearing black clothes, the woman was wearing a hat with a black veil blown off her head, and through the layer of tulle, she could still feel the peaceful and quiet gaze, and she said calmly: "There are no living people in it." ”

Nangong Gang let go of the samurai's collar and turned his head to look at the growing fire.

The man who came together, with the Jiuli pattern embroidered on the hem of his clothes, had rough eyebrows and beard, his eyes were calm and gentle, looking at the increasingly surging fire, and said:

"Stop the fire first. ”

A layer of light blue streamers lingered around him, and it was clear that there were surging flames three steps away, Nangong Gang actually felt a layer of warm water vapor at his mouth and nose, as if it was the feeling before the autumn rainstorm, he had an intuitive perception, as long as this kind of water vapor was slightly thicker, he would be completely unable to breathe.

The man's lips opened and closed silently, and his right hand slipped down one after another streamers of stardust.

Invisible fluctuations enveloped the building in front of him, and Nangong Gang raised his hand to wipe his face.

There is wet rain on the palms of the hands.

It's raining.

The majestic rain fell, but it was only concentrated on Wu Zhu's courtyard, the fire was still raging at first, and gradually it became smaller, and it took a full moment to extinguish the fire, and the man waved his sleeves, and the majestic rain became smaller until it disappeared.

In front of them, the most majestic and tallest building in the Iron West had been reduced to ruins.

Everywhere there were traces of burnt black, as well as grayish-white wood ashes.

Nangong Gang ignored the residual scorching breath, walked in quickly, the man turned his head and ordered several people behind him to guard outside, and walked into the ruins with another woman, he stretched out his palm, drew a vertical line on his eyebrows, closed his eyes, walked aimlessly, and finally stopped in a wooden house.

This is the center of the flames, burning the hardest, and there are ashes everywhere.

The stone walls had turned pitch black, and there were some cracks, the beams were burned off, and even half of the room collapsed, and the man's eyes were closed, but the pure white light on his eyebrows lit up like a vertical eye.

This is a brief use of the Dao Heavenly Eye, which allows for the observation of sufficient detail.

He took a closer look at the ruins, and suddenly couldn't help but admire:

"I see, it's a beautiful design. ”

The woman looked at him.

Rong Yan's voice was gentle and explained: "The person who did this is here, and he has set up a pile of firewood. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the location under the beam, and then said, "This is supposed to be the place where the oil is stored, so he piled up all the firewood, and then tied a bucket of oil with a rope and hung it down around the beam." ”

"Then I put a candlestick here. ”

The height was adjusted, and the fire was just right to reach the rope, but the rope here should have been soaked in water, and it would take a certain amount of time to burn, so he took advantage of this time to run out, and waited until the fire burned the rope, and the hanging oil was sprinkled and poured on the fire. ”

"The fire grew bigger and ignited the surrounding firewood and the house, and eventually it became uncontrollable. ”

He couldn't help but admire: "Simple but ingenious design." ”

"I don't know how he controls the time for the candle to burn the rope? If the candle flame is too low, it can't even be burned, and if it's too high, it can't be lit at the scheduled time, and the way these firewood are piled up is also strange, but the fire and burning effect is very good. ”

"Here, it seems that a similar arrangement has been made. ”

Rong Yan leaned down, touched the corner, put his finger in front of his eyes, and said, "It's a fine powder made of wheat straw, which can be used to make pasta, but why did he design a mechanism to let these dust spread into this room just when it is lit?"

"Looks like you locked the doors and windows?"

"This is really incomprehensible, and a simple flame should not be able to make this house collapse like this. ”

"It's a house made of black rock. ”

The two of them searched the neighborhood again, and when they saw Nangong Gang walking out, the warrior's face was ugly, and he said, "Lord Wuzhu has been killed, with a fatal wound in his throat and a pierced heart. ”

The man with serene eyes nodded.

This was the result of what they had already perceived, and the three of them walked out of the ruins together.

At the bottom of the steps, there were corpses one by one, except for the six samurai, and two green wolves, Rong Yan didn't care, but the afterglow of his eyes skimmed the wound on the throat of a samurai, his expression changed, he walked to the corpse, knelt down, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

Nangong Gang arranged for the people in the tribe to deal with the aftermath of the fire and find the murderer.

His eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

How could he give up on doing such a big thing.

One by one, the warriors walked briskly, and at this time, Rong Yan suddenly spoke, "No need to look for it." ”

After seeing these six corpses, the heavenly eyes in the center of his eyebrows dissipated, and he rubbed his eyebrows a little tiredly, then looked at Nangong Gang, and said slowly: "The deceased died in the sword technique of the Tianqian Kingdom, and it is an extremely peculiar sword technique, although it is relatively basic, it is not something that ordinary people can learn. ”

"From the perspective of the surrounding environment and the wounds, you can roughly guess the process of fighting. ”

"The other party used the footwork of the army of the Tianqian Kingdom. And the way and angle of the shot are also completely in line with the style of Tianqianguo. ”

"Have you seen anyone from the Heavenly Dry Kingdom recently?"

Nangong Gang's expression changed slightly.

A samurai rushed in stride from afar, his face pale, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes wet with mud, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Lord Nangong!"

"The sacrifice escaped, and the seven men who guarded him, seven men......"

The look on the samurai's face turned pale in the moonlight.

"All killed. ”

Nangong Gang's expression changed suddenly.

Rong Yan's eyes were soft and quiet, and he said:

"It seems that the murderer has been identified. ”