After noon, Fu Yunge paced out of a noisy tavern, raised his hand to shield himself from the dazzling sunlight, and looked around aimlessly.

"Hmm...... There is little useful news. ”

He scratched his head in frustration. Although they chose to go their separate ways in order to expand the scope, the more this happened, the more anxious they became at such times.

However, what Yue Shenchen and the two said was true.

This morning, the Bu Yuanfang murder case has spread everywhere, but there is not much valuable news, and there are a lot of false rumors. After a long time, except for a little bit of information, he basically understood which store had better tea.

That senior in the drunken dust country doesn't seem to pay much attention to himself, which is really a frustrating thing. If he doesn't make some achievements, he is really worried that one day, he will become a drag on everyone.

"Alas......"

The more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes, and I have no emotions to look for clues about those big men.

Fu Yunge slowly paced around, his eyes staring at the budding willows on the shore, and his thoughts were in a trance.

The day gradually passed, and the evening came, but Fu Yunge didn't have anything worth finding except for walking around in a daze.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated his face red, and the sunset was beautiful. In the distance, wild birds sometimes chirped, but he was in no mood to admire it, and his heart seemed to be covered with a layer of soot, and he was depressed.

I don't know what new progress a few of them have made. Fu Yunge thought sullenly in his heart.

He knew that those partners were as good as him, and he definitely didn't need to worry about it. He twisted his stiff neck and let out a long breath, ready to turn back in the direction of the drunken village.

As soon as he turned around, a hurried pedestrian happened to pass him and accidentally bumped into his shoulder.

That man's strength is quite big, Fu Yunge couldn't help but let out a "hey", and almost knocked him to a stumbling ground.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. The man hurriedly turned his head and apologized, and quickened his steps into the distance.

Fu Yunge's gaze did not continue to be dazed. He noticed something, something that was not unsuspicious.

The long brown cloth bag behind the pedestrian seemed to be stained with blood!

Although it was almost evening and the sky was dark, Fu Yunge had been observing intently, and basically confirmed that it was bloodstains.

Inside the long bag, it is likely to contain a weapon such as a sword. And this person is in a hurry, it is very likely that he will ...... Something went wrong!

The person's whereabouts were no longer to be found, Fu Yunge immediately turned his head vigilantly to look, and immediately noticed a little element.

The direction in which the person came was the direction of Bu Yuanfang, where the accident occurred.

Bu Yuanfang! Fu Yunge's mind suddenly cleared the clouds and saw the sun.

The murder happened in Bu Yuanfang, and there will definitely be more information about Bu Yuanfang at this time. Survivors, for example, or the surrounding residents, can provide valuable information.

And if the person just now was an accomplice to the previous big man, it was likely to destroy the surviving evidence before the others!

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he immediately trotted towards the dock. It's not about "asking for credit", but out of hatred for those murderers, he must keep the survivors and keep the evidence before that happens.

I hope that the person just now is not a villain who is one step ahead. Fu Yunge thought so, and his figure was stretched longer and longer by the afterglow.

............

Buyuanfang, the former hard-working home, was turned into a barren and desolate ruin overnight.

Outside the charred abandoned land, several rows of small straw tents have been erected, which is the place where the survivors take refuge temporarily.

Fragments of paper money mixed with charcoal black ash on the street tossed and rolled in the air in the twilight wind, and from time to time dark roosts flew by from the chaotic night sky with "babble" and flapping their messy wings.

The faint candlelight flickering in the straw tent looked a little warm through the cracks, and seemed to be barely called a little comfort. However, the continuous low whimpering sound melted into the bleak night, and the mourning of the loss of a loved one pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, constantly rushing into the eardrums of Dongfang Shiming.

At this time, Dongfang Shiming stood alone under the archway of Buyuanfang, looking solemn.

Under his feet are the green bricks scorched by the fire, and in the face of this mess, all that haunts my mind is a pair of sad faces that I encountered during the day, which will linger for a long time.

He didn't want to go back like that, he told himself he couldn't go back like this.

The cold wind swirled, and Dongfang Shiming trembled slightly, but he still stood firmly.

According to his speculation, the surviving people here are likely to be the targets of the bandits' continued extermination. After all, once a jackal chooses to show its piercing fangs in the dark, it will do evil to the extreme.

And if here the clues are in the hands of "them"......

After all, although "that force" can hardly pose a threat to them, it is also something they cannot ignore......

Dongfang Shiming gradually frowned, and his eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of the Heavenly Pillar far away in the sky.

In the distance, there was only the outline of the mountains at night, and a chaotic hazy haze.

On the other side, the river was bleak at night, and the rolling wind and waves crashed against the hull of the boat.

The sampan was splashed with water droplets like star beads. Fu Yunge sat on the bow of the boat, his eyes were equally firm, and his sword was generally pointed in the direction of Bu Yuanfang.

............

"......"

In the withered grass field not far from the mouth of Buyuanfang, a man's heavy wheezing voice was suddenly heard.

Dongfang Shiming shrewdly turned his ears sideways, and suddenly became alert.

The folding fan hidden in his hand revealed a moon-white edge, and he held his breath and focused on the grass where the voice came.

Soon, there was a rustling sound in the dark grass.

Due to the extremely poor vision at night, Dongfang Shiming could not tell who the person was coming, but he could roughly hear that the person hiding there should be injured and unable to move.

Just as Dongfang Shiming was considering whether to go over to help him, he finally rolled something out of the grass at this time.

Dongfang Shiming looked at it, and in the blur of darkness, he could tell that it was a man covered in blood!

Seeing this, he relaxed his vigilance, but his heart hung in the air, and he quickly ran up to check on the man's condition.

Dongfang Shiming held the man who was moaning in pain and leaned down to look. He immediately noticed that the man's clothes were in tatters, and his body was still bleeding and the wounds were deep.

Could it be that those people did it again......?

Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but be angry. But he tried to calm himself down first, not to think about that, and what should be considered now is how to deal with this person's injuries.

"It's ...... Where ......"

The man asked with a slurred grout, slugging at his blood-stained lips.

Dongfang Shiming frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "This is Bu Yuanfang." You...... You're safe. ”

Just as Dongfang Shiming was about to tear off the strip of cloth of his clothes to help him do an emergency bandage first, in an instant, an unbelievable knife slashed in front of him like a thunderbolt!

With a "bang", the extremely sharp blade fell to the ground with blood.

At the Buyuanfang Wharf, Fu Yunge jumped off the boat and rushed towards Buyuanfang with all his strength.

The fatal knife only almost plundered Dongfang Shiming's life by a fraction.

Dongfang Shiming tilted his head with agility, and the blade slashed across his cheek. At the same time, a strand of sideburns was split in an instant, flying into the sassy night wind.

Dongfang Shiming hurriedly leaped backwards and rolled over, dirt and black ash staining his clothes.

After standing up, he touched the wound on his face in surprise, and his pupils were full of surprise.

The man who was still wailing just now stood up tenaciously at this moment, like a brown bear in the forest in the blurred shadow of the night, and the brown bear had an extra firewood knife in his hand at some point.

His face did have the hideous and presumptuous expression of a dying beast, twisted and terrifying!

It was clear that he wanted to kill the teenager in front of him, before he died.

"Why are you ......" Dongfang Shiming was about to speak, but he paused for a moment.

He noticed that the man had a round and large silver ring hanging from his ear, and a brownish-red scab on his scalp, which was exactly the characteristic of the "old head" they had spoken of last night!

The person in front of him is the leader of that group of bandits!

"Fuck it...... He's dead...... It's all dead......" The old man muttered to himself dreamily, but his expression became more and more fierce, like a hungry vulture in the night, "That...... Lao Tzu also wants this cloth yuan fang, completely extinct!"

Dongfang Shiming secretly said that it was not good, and two bright silver folding fans churned out from the two cuffs and fell steadily into Dongfang Shiming's palm.

It's too late to wonder why he's the way he is, because he's already in a desperate position.

"Die!"

With a violent shout, the firewood knife in Lao Aotou's hand had already been cut over.

Dongfang Shiming retreated again and again, but he didn't expect that after being so seriously injured, this old man still had such strength.

The two figures suddenly approached, followed by a sharp collision of "bells".

Dongfang Shiming took two steps back, and the silver folding fan in his hand unfolded, blocking Lao Aotou's fatal knife just now.

Lao Ao was stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect this young man to have some ability. But soon, his eyes were filled with a terrifying red, which was even more terrifying in the dark night.

The wind swept in, and the coldness quietly rose as the two clashed again.

Dongfang Shiming opened his bow left and right, his hands rolled over a folding fan as white as a crescent moon, and Lao Aotou's knife was like a miserable white wolf's teeth.

Suddenly, the knife qi approached Dongfang Shiming's throat, Dongfang Shiming's left hand folded a fan to block, and his right hand immediately slashed down from above. Between the two fighting, the wind and sand swirled, and the midnight was chaotic.

There was another fierce exchange of weapons, but Dongfang Shiming obviously underestimated Lao Aotou's determination to fight for his life. After a moment, his hands were numb and painful from the old man's knife, and he could barely hold the folding fan. And the old man still maintained the fierceness of a beast, he was panting heavily, and the laceration was oozing blood, but his expression was still hideous and excited, as if he had lost his sense of pain.

"Come again!"

Suddenly, Lao Aotou let out a long roar from the sky, and his unsteady pace raised the sand, killing Dongfang Shiming with absolute speed.

Dongfang Shiming's pupils shrank suddenly. He raised his hands and tried to resist, but his two hands were already weak at this time, so he couldn't stop Lao Aotou's move at all!

After a moment of hesitation, the old man's firewood knife had arrived.