The sunset in Snow City is also slowly setting. Hou Cong and his entourage drank the soup that warmed their bodies and rode along the bank of the river. The door of the shopkeeper's house was knocked on again, and the amiable Murong Xing personally went to ask the way to Qipanzhuang. On the way, Hou Cong and Mo Chang walked side by side, and the others were separated by a distance, escorted by the side.

Mo Chang looked at the river and smiled bitterly, "This is what I want to hear, the topic of what happened before the war, the last thing." ”

"Me too." Hou Cong also smiled bitterly.

The voices of the two of them were neither loud nor small, and everyone could hear them clearly. After Hou Cong finished speaking, he looked back at the white clothes, and in the darkening night, she was like a cold frost. But the corners of his mouth were smiling, directed at him.

After walking more than a hundred miles, as the shopkeeper who sold chess pieces said, he left the bank of the big river and approached a few small hills. This season, trees and grasses are growing wildly, and the air is filled with the smell of plants. There is no need for anyone to show the way, the ghost fire that is bright and extinguished, and the sound of the wind in the col indicate the location of the chessboard village.

From where they stopped, the hills, though small, flashed with a kind of ruggedness in the ghostly fire. The black rock mass, which seems to have been artificially chiseled, is a road covered with wild grass, leading from the main road to a natural pass sandwiched by the rapid contraction of the mountain between the two mountains. Looking through the pass, it seems that some dark secret is beckoning and rejecting.

"Forward." Hou Cong said. Murong Xing beat his horse and galloped, and Dugu Zheng also followed, quickly crossing the barren grass road, looking forward to the pass. Only the sound of horses' hooves was heard fading away, but it was still clear. Hou Cong didn't wait for them to come back, and instructed Bai Yi to protect Mo Chang, and he also beat the horse over.

On the barren grass road, Hou Cong smelled a smell, this smell, the closer to the pass of the two mountains, the thicker it became, and the soil under the horse's hooves was black and fertile.

Burnt taste.

He thought of the answer and rushed through the barrier at the same time.

And Bai Yi waited anxiously in the distance, blocking Mo Chang diagonally with his body and horses, and his brother Changkong and Yuan You, Qingsong, and Cuizhu formed a semicircle behind Mo Chang. The moon has risen. Bai Yi's heart was barren. It's always at this time that I feel very far away from Hou Cong. He charged as he liked on the battlefield again. Not only was he anxious and wanted to see the situation in the mountains immediately, but he was also worried about Murong Xing and Dugu Zheng. He thinks that Bai Yi is safer outside, and he thinks that everyone should do their part, for example, Bai Yi's first task is to protect Mo Chang.

General and female lieutenant.

No matter how agitated the emotional impulse is every time, you have to return to this layer of relationship after all. Back to the emperor's will and mission.

Hou Cong rushed through the pass, and the wandering ghost fires were more, and they were bigger. A yellowish flame the size of a millstone swirled rapidly around the small basin surrounded by the hill. A dim light illuminated the village ahead. Murong Xing and Dugu Zheng's horse's hooves sounded ethereal in front of them. Hou Cong sped up, I don't know why, these days, he always cares about Murong Xing.

That's not a nice thing to care about. That kind of care, it's like one day you suddenly care about your purse, and the next day you go to the street and lose it.

Hou Cong entered the village, rows of houses lined up straight, most of them dilapidated, and deserted, "Da Mao! Big hair! He was too flustered, it seemed that this was a ghost hitting the wall, and Murong Xing and Dugu Zheng would not be able to turn around. Or, Dugu Zheng turned out, and the two of them could no longer find Murong Xing.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, Hou Cong turned the horse's head, and sure enough, it was Dugu Zheng, "Big Prince!" ”

"Where's Da Mao?"

"The eldest son!" Murong Xing took a few steps behind and turned out from behind a house. Hou Cong just let go of his heart, and the corners of his forehead were like in a nightmare, beads of sweat appeared.

Dugu Zheng smiled affectionately, "The eldest prince is afraid that Ah Xing will be captured by a female ghost, right?" I'm here, how can a female ghost catch him! ”

"Nonsense!" Hou Cong scolded with a calm face.

Murong Xing approached with a horse, and his dark gray eyes were illuminated by the fluttering ghost fire, revealing layers of sadness, "Grand Prince, we roughly rode and ran away, and there was no one. ”

"Hmm." Hou Cong nodded, and Dugu was riding a horse to run outside the village, while putting the thumb and index finger of his right hand in his mouth, and whistled to notify Bai Yi and the others to come over.

For a moment in the village, Hou Cong and Murong Xing were left, riding two horses, standing quietly on the street under the moon.

"Mao." Hou Cong broke the silence.

"Hmm."

"What does it smell like?" Hou Cong thinks that he may be crazy, let's talk about the current situation.

Murong Xing pointed to a place for Hou Cong to see. "There was a fire, and there was a fire here, as the store said. The beams of the house that fell down were all burned off. ”

When Murong Xing spoke, Hou Cong looked at him a little greedily, always feeling that he was a shadow that he couldn't grasp.

"Eldest Prince, what's wrong with you?" Murong Xing asked.

Before Hou Cong could figure out how to answer, Dugu was answering the white clothes and others. He and Murong Xing also went forward to converge, and saw Bai Yi holding a lantern in his hand.

White, defaced, broken, half-zhang high lanterns, there are phoenix butterfly family crests, the logo of Bai Shen's family.

Qingsong told Hou Cong, "This is what I saw when I went to Xiaojie with Cuizhu." ”

Hou Cong took the lantern and found that only a small part of it had been burned by the flames, showing a black-brown edge. On the other side, there was a wound that was clearly pierced by a sharp blade, and there was blood next to it.

"Someone must have held it, or fought next to it." Mo Chang said.

"Get off the horse, let's see what's going on here, and if it has anything to do with us."

They entered the nearest house, and when they opened the door, they immediately saw three bodies lying in the courtyard.

Bai Yi and Changkong protected Mo Chang again, and Hou Cong went to check it out in person. Mo Chang gently pushed away the white clothes, also approached the corpse, and squatted down.

"Two men and one woman, it seems that they can do martial arts." Hou Cong said.

Mo Chang stood up and looked around the courtyard, "Well, Chengguo." ”

"How does Your Highness know?" Cuizhu felt that his master was too wise.

After he died, if no one collected the corpse, if the corpse was exposed long enough, the smell of the bones and blood would attract a small moth called the fog worm to sow grass seeds to cover it. We're right under our feet. ”

Hou Cong took his sword and scratched it, and found nothing in the surrounding soil, so he turned around and entered the house.

The smell of burning in the house was even greater, and furniture, clothes, books, books, and letters were all burned. The ashes have been cold for more than two years, and when they float up again, they are still so choking.

Walking from house to house, although it is not necessarily whether there is a corpse or not, the situation is similar. Walking down a few rows, a dozen dead people were found. Murong Xing was careful and found traces of fire oil poured on the back of a room.

Hou Cong looked at Mo Chang, "It seems that this is a purposeful massacre, a concentrated extermination. Those dozen dead people, all good kung fu, what tempted them to come? And what kind of attack did they not escape? ”

Changkong pouted, "What's so hard to guess about this?" Who else can kill some capable people on a large scale, except for the emperor? What do you think I'm doing? I didn't say which country's emperors, maybe they were all together. ”

Yuan again seemed to be interested in this statement, "What about the motive?" ”

"Rabbits and dogs are cooked, or they don't look good." Cuizhu said.

Qing Song pouted: "You think it's you!" ”

Hou Cong's face sank, and before he could speak, everyone was silent. At this time, Hou Cong looked around, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if he had stepped on the air, "What about the white clothes?" ”