A dark-skinned boy carrying a load of firewood walked towards the city gate hole with a sad face after being stripped of the few pennies left by the gatekeepers.

No one noticed that such a tattered boy seemed to slow down in front of the photo wall where the paperwork was posted.

There are many portraits posted on the wall, all of them are wanted by the government and are extremely vicious.

Before entering the city, he looked up and saw that on both sides of the city gate, there were dozens of wooden cages, and inside were human heads pickled in lime!

It was vaguely arguable that there were a few young people who seemed to be young men, and their distorted faces were still frightened.

"Small stones, six catties ......"

The boy whispered, and the soldier scolded and shoved, and trembled into the city gate.

"Cookcakes, freshly baked cookcakes!"

"A big bowl of herbal tea, clearing the heat and relieving the heat, a bowl of a big buck!"

"Walk by, don't ......"

In Yangshan County, cars and horses are like dragons, and pedestrians are weaving, and there seems to be no change from usual.

"Ahem!"

The young man looked around blankly with his firewood burden, as if he didn't know how to go.

"Stinky food, don't get in the way, get out of the way!"

In a few unfriendly shouts and scoldings, the young man staggered into an alley, and turned around as if he had lost his way, and came to a very large mansion.

"Xu Mansion!"

The young man glanced at the plaque on the gatehouse, and with a flash of cold in his eyes, he retreated back into the alley and continued to carry his burden around.

If anyone follows him, he will find that almost all the houses that the young man walks by are empty.

Some of the doors were half-hidden, some were directly burned to ruins, and through the low courtyard walls, you could even see the black and brown blood stains in the courtyard.

Every time he walked through an empty room, the boy would still have a piece of firewood in it.

No more, no less, a total of sixty-four!

The firewood was half empty, and the young man carried it like this, wandering until midnight like a lonely ghost in the alley, carrying the remaining firewood, and returned to the Xu Mansion where he had stopped before.

However, the two-meter-high wall, a little under the young man's feet, jumped up lightly, as if he was familiar with the road, avoided a few night patrols, and came to the brightly lit backyard.

"Come on, Uncle Xu, have another drink......

The shadows on the doors and windows are abundant, and the sound of beauty is endless, leading people to reverie.

The young cat's waist entered the rockery, carefully inspected a few inconspicuous positions, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and his probe pulled out a bright long knife from the firewood.

Looking around again to make sure that there was no one, the boy squinted his eyes and was silent for a moment, and tapped on one of them.

Click!

After a few crisp sounds, a hole appeared on the inside of the rockery that could only be bent down to enter.

"Ahem!"

A foul smell came to his face, almost fainting the boy, and after hesitating for a while, he entered the cave, but did not close the stone door.

It stinks!

By the faint light of the fire fold, the boy cautiously descended the stairs and came to a cavern the size of a room, where seven or eight chests were placed.

In addition to these, there is also a highly decomposed corpse with a severed arm!

"Ding San!"

Although his appearance was difficult to distinguish, the young man recognized the other party at a glance, because he was Lu Chuan.

Being a human being in two lives not only makes him have a keen perception and super control of power, but even his memory is surprisingly good.

Just by the size of the corpse, many clues can be seen.

"I didn't expect you to die here!"

Lu Chuan smiled bitterly, obviously many of the measures he thought were secret, and many of them fell into the eyes of this master who was born as a secret spy.

Fortunately, people died, otherwise, it would be difficult to sleep and eat to be stared at by such a person.

After an acquaintance, and it was too stinky, Lu Chuan immediately dug a deep pit on the spot, buried the body, and had the right to die as a debt, drawing a stop to all kinds of things before.

Although there was still a faint smell, it was finally much better than before, Lu Chuan got up and closed the entrance to the cave, lit an oil lamp, and checked the suicide note left by Ding San with the help of the faint light.

The handwriting was very sloppy, obviously written in a hurry, and the number of words was not much, but it made Lu Chuan understand the general situation.

"More than 100 people, hundreds of lives!

Go slower, it's going to be fast, but there are too many people, they're all going to follow......"

Lu Chuan muttered, the lights flickered, and the reflected face was distorted, as if he was asking for his life.

This is the sorrow of the little people.

The murder of Qincha involved too much, and the final result of the game was that the two sides seemed to have chosen to compromise with each other.

And Ding San, who found out the general truth and even had the evidence, and Zhang Youlu, who betrayed the border army, became a thorn in the side of both sides.

There was also the battle of Xiaoliang Fort earlier in Shangluchuan, which killed hundreds of homeless bandits.

The final result was that Zhang Youlu, a thousand households, colluded with the grassland to attack and kill Qincha, and Lu Chuan, the general banner of Xiaoliangbao, killed good and risked merit, corrupted the law, and even colluded with Ding San to deceive the court, and the crime cannot be punished.

After a series of operations, all three of them have become outcasts!

After reading it, Lu Chuan couldn't help but stroking his palms and chuckling, eager to shout six-six-six!

This is politics, the essence of which is that deals and compromises, hello, hello, everyone, are really good.

But no one ever cared about the common people.

It's a pity that I didn't expect something to go wrong.

Ding San, who is used to being a secret spy, has low political awareness, but his sense of danger is surprisingly keen.

Although he escaped the pursuit, he was seriously injured and died here.

Lu Chuan, who spared his life to an outrageous degree, escaped a catastrophe by chance, not to mention, and rescued more than a dozen people from Xiaoliang Fort.

In the end, the blood book did not say that he would take revenge, but only mentioned an address, and left a knife technique, which was regarded as his bequest.

It can be imagined how desperate Ding San was.

With a little unrealistic fantasy, I hope Lu Chuan can bring a little comfort to his family.

According to the crime mentioned in the blood book, it must be the nine clans.

Otherwise, Ding San would rather die than choose to flee and involve his relatives.

"Hey!"

Lu Chuan shook his head with a smile, and with a movement of his hands, he was about to destroy the blood book, and finally he didn't know what he thought, so he wrapped it in oil paper and put it away.

Smack!

When he opened the wooden box, there were boxes of paper bags or bottles and cans, and he could faintly smell the faint fragrance of medicine, all of which were his treasures.

This hole should have been dug by the former owner of Hu Sandao's cunning and robbery of the mansion, and even Hu Sandao didn't know it.

Lu Chuan also discovered by chance that there was nothing but gold and silver, so he used it as his secret warehouse.

Crash!

With the lights on, Lu Chuan flipped through a thin booklet.

There are clearly legible human lines on it, as well as strong and powerful small print notes, yellowed paper, and other signs, all indicating that it has been some years.

This booklet is none other than "Drum Pile"!

Although Lu Chuan has long memorized the strokes above, he still likes to hold the booklet and ponder the deduction.

It seems that there is something on this that fascinates him!

Smack!

In front of the booklet, Lu Chuan put on a strange posture, and on Chiguo's thin back, the muscles and muscles were distinct, as if he was alive, constantly beating, and there was a faint percussion sound.

This is exactly the cultivation method of the drum pile.

The energy of skin and flesh vibrates the bones, as if using a small hammer to strike countless times, making the bones tighter, thus promoting the cultivation speed of the Bone Refining Realm.

It can even affect the power of muscles and bones, and then refine the blood marrow!

Jumping off the cliff that night was indeed dangerous, and it has been more than a month now, and every time I think about it, Lu Chuan still has palpitations.

Even if he borrowed high-end equipment in his previous life, he didn't have such a crazy move.

If it weren't for the fact that just in case, taking advantage of the reconnaissance of the terrain, a flying squirrel suit made of fur and oilcloth was hidden in the surrounding area early to facilitate escape, and I am afraid that I could only choose to escape alone.

Located on the frontier, under the threat of the iron hooves of the steppe barbarians at any time, he has no plans to be loyal to the country.

As a result, it really worked!

As a result, almost all the muscles and bones of the whole body were broken, and he almost died on the spot.

Fortunately, he ate a Zihuan Pill that day, which can be called a healing holy product, and climbed into a hidden tree hole in one breath, and worked hard for five or six days.

While recuperating from his injuries, he cultivated the "Drum Pile", and naturally broke through the Eight Grades Bone Refining Realm.

Because of the elixir and the subtlety of this method, all kinds of coincidences prompted Lu Chuan's broken bones to be reborn, constituting a breakthrough condition.

Again, it's a thousand difficulties, and you may be dying!

It's a pity that without the support of resources, even if Lu Chuan is talented, it is difficult to make great progress.

After some consideration, I waited for a while, and ventured into Yangshan County in order to hide the cultivation resources here.

With the support of these resources, even if he could only absorb one or two percent of the medicinal power of ordinary people's cultivation, Lu Chuan still experienced the pleasure of progress.

Ordinary people cultivating with the help of medicinal stones are inert, and even produce harmful substances called erysipelas, and they cannot use medicinal stones continuously every day or for a certain period of time.

But Lu Chuan is different, with his keen and fine control, he seems to be able to use the medicinal power to refine the physical body to the greatest extent.

The wasted seventy or eighty percent of the medicinal power will also bring erysipelas out of the body at the same time!

In this way, when you are tired, you will rest, and if you are good, you will continue to cultivate, and even if you sleep, you will use the method of combining the Crouching Tiger Pile and the Bear Roaring Pile to cultivate.

Lu Chuan went out day and night, and when he was hungry, he went around to steal food, without wasting any time.

Now it consumes most of the resources, and in just half a month, it has broken through the middle of the eighth grade.

It's a pity that because of the exercises, even if you take pills, it is difficult to make any progress!

"An iron coat can't support me to break through the peak of the ninth grade, and now these exercises can only be stuck in the middle of the eighth grade, do you have to find more exercises to cultivate together?"

Just thinking about the massive resources needed, Lu Chuan felt that his scalp was numb, but he had to go down this road.

If you don't reach the top, you'd rather die!

Thinking of the grievances of life and death, the anger of being fiddled with again and again, and the helplessness of pinching to death like ants.

There are also those robes who get along day and night, stirring rice with a horse spoon and eating, Lu Chuan's heart is fierce.

Murder and arson of gold belts, repair bridges and repair roads without remains.

"Thief God, if you want to play, Lao Tzu will play with you to the end, see if you play me to death, or if I turn the day over!"

Lu Chuan jumped out of the hole like a hungry wolf, drew a knife in his hand, and touched the brightly lit main hall.

Just as he was about to do it, he saw a dark shadow, poking a bamboo tube into the punctured window, blowing a lit incense stick, and sending smoke into the house.