While the maids were busy preparing for the banquet, Hou Wen and Liuhuo chatted aimlessly.

"Do you know? The black mine where we met has been unstable lately..."

Hou Wen's words made Liuhuo's heart move, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the specific situation..."

"The inner gate on the grassland sent a message, and found that the black mine cave had been depleted again... Originally, in the two years since we left, the vitality around the black mine cave has gradually recovered, but in the last month or so, the vitality has decayed again... What's more, two informants have disappeared in the grassland..."

Hou Wen's words made Liuhuo's heart move, and he couldn't help but think of what his mother said when she was dying.

At that time, Liuhuo was only eight years old, and he only knew how to cry when he stayed by his mother, who was seriously ill. The mother was already struggling to breathe, and only a few words were intermittent.

"Your father... Black Mine Cave... Father... San'in Province... Black Mine Cave..."

In the end, his mother passed away with regret, and Flowing Fire knew that his mother was going to tell him that his father was there, but his seriously ill mother no longer had the strength to speak, and only this information was revealed to Flowing Fire.

Liuhuo still remembers that when he was a child, he often asked his mother who his father was, and where was his father, but his mother didn't tell him, maybe his mother wanted to keep some secret, and wanted to wait for Liuhuo to talk about it when he was older.

At that time, my mother just told Flowing Fire, "Your father is a noble man, and you will see him when you grow up..."

It's a pity that in the end, my mother became ill and passed away, with regrets.

Hou Wen saw that Liuhuo was silent, and asked cautiously.

"Thinking about your background again?"

Flowing Fire rubbed his reddened eyes and asked softly.

"You say, is it possible that my father was a dark one?"

The question of flowing fire made it difficult for Hou Wen to answer. The propaganda of the Creation Gate over the years has said that the dark ones are heinous, and if Liuhuo's father is a dark one, I don't know how sad Liuhuo's heart should be.

"No, it's just a place name, it doesn't mean anything at all... Besides, the Black Mine has existed for thousands of years, and not all of them are occupied by the dark ones, and my father said that the worshippers in the library also visited there a long time ago..."

"Maybe your father is a royal nobleman on the grassland, and there is no rule that the father of the Awakened must be the Awakened..."

Hou Wen's persuasion made Liuhuo relax slightly, but after a meal, Liuhuo still couldn't help but speak by himself.

"I want to go to the Black Mine again..."

At this time, Suzaku also came to persuade him, "Are you still not giving up? How can you find such a little information? You don't even know your father's name, how can you ask?"

"Do you drag someone and ask who my father is?"

Flowfire shook his head, "I know there's little hope, but I have to go once... The last expedition was a complete failure, and if I don't go once, my heart will never be at peace..."

"Even if there is no result in this trip, then I will die..."

Hou Wen and Suzaku saw that Liuhuo had made up their minds, and they also wanted to follow them together, but they both let Liuhuo resign.

"Hou Wen, your family is busy, so don't accompany me. Suzaku don't come with me, I want to solve this problem myself... Hehe, I'm no longer the stupid boy I was back then, I still have the ability to protect myself, I set off secretly, I won't meddle along the way, there will be no problems..."

Hou Wen saw that Liuhuo had a resolute attitude, so he did not persuade him. And although Suzaku wanted to follow, the task given to him by Lord Feng had not yet been completed, and the contact with the royal family of Chu was indispensable, so she could only stay.

If Liuhuo wants to go to the northern grassland, he must pass through Yongning Prefecture on the way, but Yongning Prefecture is in trouble now.

During the autumn harvest of the previous year, a locust plague that swept across the state made Yongning Prefecture no harvest. Yongning Prefecture is full of mourning, I don't know how many people are separated from their wives in the cold winter, and how many families are broken.

Fortunately, the state of Chu quickly sent a large number of soldiers to maintain order, on the one hand, the deterrence of the army, and on the other hand, the meager relief, and the two-pronged approach made the order in Yongning Prefecture quite stable.

But this year's spring is not good, the already meager relief has shrunk again, the wheat in the fields will not ripen until summer, and the hungry victims have no more to do to survive, they really have no way out but to loot.

There was chaos in Yongning Prefecture.

No, in a relief point, the rush for grain has been staged again.

Wang Dahu was now in an extremely depressed mood because he was surrounded by thousands of mobs. Wang Dahu is a town mayor in Yongning Prefecture, with thousands of acres of fertile land at home and the title of town mayor.

Not only that, Wang Dahu also has a secret identity, which is an informant and secret agent in the Creation Gate.

Wang Dahu usually helps Chu manage the people, and the rest of the time he has to help Zaohuamen deliver information. For example, that child is very talented, which is a little unusual. Where's an Awakened person who behaves abnormally? Even a strange stone dug out of that field had to be reported to his superiors.

Wang Dahu's achievements are not bad, and he has sent a lot of materials to the Creation Gate in the past ten years, and some of them have become great swordsmen.

Under the protection of the triple identity, Wang Dahu is simply the tiger and the emperor of the soil in the town. The eldest girl in each village and household is not at his discretion, even if he goes to the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law's house at night to steal the door, no one dares to fart.

But today it is evil, and all the mud feet and poles have rebelled.

All three grain carts were overturned, many of the straw bags were torn apart, and wheat for relief was scattered on the ground. Wang Dahu crawled in the middle of the grain bag and shivered, not knowing what to mutter.

Fortunately, the county sent a team of soldiers to form a circle around the grain to protect Wang Dahu and this relief grain.

The long knife was pressed against the nose of the people, the shield in his hand had reached the chest of the people, and the team leader roared hoarsely.

"Fucking stand back, all line up, squeeze me and cut people if you squeeze me any more..."

The squad leader shouted fiercely, but the knife in his hand was just a strong scare, and he really dared to cut there. If they really saw blood, they would not have to let thousands of people be torn apart by their dozen soldiers.

It is said that some places have begun to eat human flesh, and it seems that these dozen or so soldiers can also boil a few pots of broth.

Thinking of this, the squad leader didn't dare to do anything. He knew that it would be good if the situation could be maintained now, and if he really saw blood, no matter who it was, as soon as the wildness in the hearts of the mob was ignited, it would be endless.

"Folks, all line up, brothers, please, the food here is for everyone, we will not be corrupt..."

The faint squad leader burst out to cry.

The people listened to his advice, and there were only three carts of grain, and there were more than 1,000 hungry people.

Who doesn't want to be in the front? Those at the back of the line are waiting to starve to death.

The crowd was getting more and more crowded and chaotic, and from time to time sounds came from the corners of the crowd.

"Don't listen to their farts, grab food, I heard that there will be no relief in the future..."

"They don't starve to death when they eat official food, and our grass people in seven miles and eight towns are not less starving to death..."

"Rush in and grab food..."

"There is also Wang Dahu's family, his family must have grain in stock..."

The shouting and scolding ignited the anger of the people, and the crowd became more crowded.

At this moment, a snow-bright dagger suddenly came out of the crowd and stabbed into the heart of a soldier.

After a terrible scream, the red blood stinged everyone's eyes.

"Two dogs..."

The squad leader shouted, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, and when he raised his foot, he kicked an old man in front of him to the ground, shouting in his mouth.

"Hit me, beat them..."

People are such group creatures, when the fanaticism spreads to hundreds or thousands of people, animal nature will replace human nature with the fastest speed, blood and killing are inevitable choices.

The sword flashed, and blood splattered.

The crowd is surging, and the flesh and blood are flying.

A dozen soldiers were quickly torn apart by thousands of civilians.

Wang Dahu was already diapering his pants, desperately shoving his body into the back of the cart, hoping to avoid the attention of the furious people.

It's a pity that there are already a few pairs of eyes in the crowd staring at him, and Wang Dahu is in a catastrophe.

Three hungry people dressed in tatters approached Wang Dahu with the flow of people, and in his terrified gaze, a dagger slit his throat.

The dying Wang Dahu made a whimpering sound in his throat, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.

"Why are these grass people so raw, they are covered in tendons and flesh, and they don't look like hungry people..."

Unfortunately, no one gave him an answer, and death dragged him away.

When the frenzied crowd rushed into Wang's house and looted, the three hungry people quietly retreated outside the town and reported to one of the hungry people.

"Target Eighty-Four has been cleared, where is the next one?"

The silent hungry man briefly recorded it in a notebook, and with a casual gesture into the distance, the four of them quickly disappeared.

What happened to Wang Dahu is not the first, and it is by no means the last. When the information about Wang Dahu's death was collected to the Yongning Prefecture Hongfan Headquarters, such information was already very high.

The Red Pink Force, the intelligence agency of the Creation Gate, is directly under the command of Elder Lan Ji, although the name is Red Pink, but most of the members of the army are men.

However, because Elder Lan Ji is a woman, the senior managers of this unit are still mostly women.

Miss Leng Yue is the person in charge of the Red Pink Army's headquarters in Yongning.

At this time, Leng Yue looked at the stack of information in front of her worriedly, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

Over the past month or so, more than 100 grassroots informants have died in various accidents. At first, Leng Yue thought it was just a chance coincidence in the mob rebellion.

But as time went by, there was more and more information about death, and gradually Leng Yue couldn't sit still.

Mobs attacked and killed, robbers intercepted and killed, and even those who died of disease, drowned, and stabbed to death by lovers in revenge. All kinds of deaths have legitimate causes, and they are not unsolved cases at all.

Fuck, that's too much, isn't it?

Leng Yue anxiously circled around the house, and finally ruthlessly said to his subordinates.

"I can't care so much, report the situation to the elders, this matter can't be hidden..."

When the information was passed to Elder Lan Ji, the shrewd Lan Ji quickly sniffed out the conspiracy from it, but Yun Shaoyue didn't pay much attention to it.

"The dead are all mortals, the master doesn't have to worry, when the famine is over, just choose it..."