Wang Anfeng recited the mantra of the past in his mouth, and waited until the last traces of the Great Wilderness Village were turned to ashes under the heat of the Qilin Fire, and then he rode the red thin horse, urging the horses to move in the direction that the caravan should be.

According to common sense, he broke away from the caravan twice in a row, and returned at this time, extremely uncomfortable, but there was still a Zhou Chao there, and since the palm of his hand was already stained with a village of blood, he should not let go of such a culprit.

The lean horse was extremely fast, ignoring whether the road was rough or not, and on the slightly gloomy wide field, like a flame, galloped forward, and soon disappeared without a trace.

On the original cottage, the remaining white ash after the flame burned out was blown by the wind, and the white expanse covered a radius of several miles, and the lead cloud in the sky was gloomy, pressed very low, and the white and fine ashes fell slowly, not stopping, and it seemed to come to the middle of winter all of a sudden.

Dead silence and silence.

This kind of silence only lasted for about half an hour, and then from the far sky, there was a sound like flapping wings drifting closer, and two figures shot forward and backward, shooting towards this place, wide long sleeves flicked, and in a few blinks of an eye, it had already fallen under the Great Wilderness Village.

The scene of the burning mountain just now is too conspicuous, with a radius of 100 miles, which can be called an unobstructed view.

The handsome man in front of him, dressed in a blue scribe's wide-sleeved scarf, craned his neck as soon as he landed at the bottom of the mountain, squinting at the top of the mountain, which had been almost burned pale.

The indissipating heat caused the air at the top of the mountain to swell, and the vision seemed to be distorted, and the chill of the approaching winter seemed to be completely dispelled, and the breath was even like a hot summer heatwave.

His eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but take a slight breath and said:

"Who's doing this? What a ruthless and clever method! ”

Behind him was a broad-shouldered man with two short guns, about thirty years old, who frowned and looked at the place, looked around left and right, and said with some affirmation:

"This is supposed to be one of the strongholds of the Great Wilderness, but it has long been abandoned. We sent people to ambush and pounced. ”

"Could it be that these bandits who are not afraid of death are back again?"

His brow furrowed, and a hint of sinister air flickered.

The scribe in front rubbed his nose and said:

"Don't say that these are gone, the two of us happen to be around here, just go up and take a look, whether it is those bandits coming back, or setting fire to their own camp, this is not a trivial matter, and the dossier of Tianjing City needs to be changed."

The man with the gun bowed his head slightly, and took the initiative to step up, the two guns seemed to be absent, forming a posture, his back was tense, like a leopard walking slowly, and the weapon in his hand could be stabbed out at any time.

Behind him, the scribe was relaxed, with his hands behind his back, looking left and right, as if he was traveling to the mountains, and when he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly made a light sigh in his mouth and walked forward.

In front of it lodging two armed men, Wang Anfeng just burned the thieves on the cottage along with this bloody village, but did not do anything to deal with the two people who were cleaned up when they went up the mountain, so they are still here.

The scribe stepped forward, flipped the corpse, and then, as if more interested, rubbed his eyes, some small pieces of starlight flickered in the depths of his eyes, and he bent over, took a closer look at the ground, and then held his chin and muttered softly, and his companion beside him did not disturb him.

After a while, the scribe straightened up, pinched the corners of his forehead, and said:

"It's a subordinate of the Great Wilderness Village, with a waist name, it seems that it is not their own people who burn the village."

"There is no injury on the outside, but it was split by a knife, the gods are difficult to save, there are at least five masters with a foundation on the mountain, well, one person and one horse, using a heavy knife, the material is extraordinary, and the knife technique is also heavy and strong."

"Or there is a habit of cleanliness, or there are treasures on the body that cannot see blood, and they are controlled by the knife method, and the direction of blood splashing will not be splashed on the body of the person who comes, and according to this angle control, you should wear a cloak or a wide clothing such as a large coat."

The man with the gun was convinced of what his companion said, nodded his head, and said:

"Anything else?"

The scribe spread his hands helplessly and said:

"When that man came here, he didn't cover it up at all, he didn't stop, he just stabbed him twice in the head, and he went up, where else can I see?"

"Let's go, let's go, go up and have a look."

The two of them immediately walked up again, their steps quickened, but they didn't rush with light skills, for fear of missing any clues, it took some time to reach the top of the mountain, and the ground was cut with deep knife marks, straight and sharp.

The scar seemed to split the two worlds of life and death.

The pines and cypresses on this side are evergreen, the color is slightly cold, but there is vitality, and the other is all white, scorching, the temperature is just up, the original village has almost been completely erased from this world, and there is no trace of it at all.

The man with the gun lost his composure.

The scribe frowned, looked at the distorted air in front of him, grinned, and walked up anyway, as if he had been thrown into the dog days for a moment, and his sideburns were quickly wet with fine sweat.

The scribe walked around for about half an hour before he came out.

Even though he was good at martial arts, there was already a faint scorching smell on a pair of shoes, his face was slightly red, and after stepping out of the knife mark limit, he exhaled even more, raised his hand, and wiped the sweat that continued to ooze from his forehead with his cuffs.

The man with the gun said:

"Haven't you ever protected your body with an air machine?"

The scribe shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "The residual temperature inside is not simple, if I mess around, I will not be able to riot with my enemy, in that case, the already small number of clues will completely turn into ashes." ”

The man with the gun was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said:

"At such a temperature, can there be any clues left?"

The scribe put down his right hand, which was wiping his sweat, and gestured, and said as he walked down:

"A clever warrior has an extremely accurate grasp of his own strength, and he who can spend a penny of strength will never spend more, his purpose is only to burn this cottage and the corpses inside, but he does not intend to refine the top of this mountain into glass."

"Therefore, the weapons inside, the bones of the external martial artists, these things that are not inferior to Qingyan, all have a little remnant......"

The man with the gun interrupted him and said:

"So what did you find?"

The scribe rubbed his nose, his expression was slightly solemn, and said: "All the weapons are still intact, but they have been dissolved into a ball. ”

"Except for the two of them, all the warriors were killed with one sword."

The short-speared warrior nodded, he didn't care much, he could do this kind of thing by himself, the only trouble was that the owner of the village who was only slightly worse than himself, and after the morale of those bandits collapsed, he fled in embarrassment.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, his expression was slightly condensed, and he said:

"Wait, did you just say that he was on the mountainside, after killing someone, and went straight in?"

The scribe smiled wryly, sighed, pointed to it, and said:

"More than that."

"If I expected it to be true, he didn't even bother to pretend, and entered through the main entrance, in a dignified manner...... Less is more, which is also a bit too crazy. ”

The man with the gun changed his expression.

The scribe continued:

"What's more, he seems to have returned from the prison to the bottom of the mountain in the middle, and then went up again."

"This time, to the top of the mountain, judging from the bones left by the people around him, he walked very steadily and slowly."

"But whoever stands in his way, all of them are dead."

"No matter how many people there are, how many martial artists there are, there is only one sword."

"One step at a time, one kill, upright ......"

The man with the gun was in a trance for a while.

Just from the simple description of the companion, you can feel an extremely strong sense of oppression, as if there is a person, just walking forward, looking indifferent, blocking the front, no matter ten people or hundreds, all of them are cut off with a knife, and all of them will be beheaded.

The scribe patted him on the shoulder, pointed to his feet, and said:

"I was a little strange just now, why there are knife marks here, and there is less dust, now that I think about it, after he killed someone, he sat here and just watched the flames burn the mountain."

His voice paused, and he seemed to see the tyrannical flames rising into the sky, heavy knives stuck upside down on the ground, and a person sitting here casually, looking cold, or drinking.

Breathing sluggishly slightly, he shook his head, and said:

"Let's go, don't be stunned, there are still things to do."

"What's the matter?"

The scribe pointed to the road ahead and said, "There are only the corpses of two bandit leaders in the cage, and the others don't even ......have any ashes. ”

His voice paused, and his mind couldn't help but flash the figure sitting and watching the Burning Mountain, and said, "You can know who did such a thing." ”

The man with the gun nodded, glancing back at the cottage.

Do you enter through the main entrance in a dignified manner?

He shook his head immediately, and performed light skills, only running on the road, and sure enough, along the way, he met a person who could be seen to have been tortured at a glance, and the scribe asked him in silver, but no one answered his question, and it was not until he had to reveal the identity of the criminal department that he learned the appearance of the man.

Indifferent, tall.

Dressed in black.

The whimsy of the shaky wrinkles.

The jet-black heavy knife does not have a trace of luster.

The scribe frowned, thinking about these fragmented information, and then correlating them with the clues he had collected one by one, as if there was something in his mind that was about to break out of the cocoon, he rubbed his eyebrows.

Still can't think of it.

It wasn't until he and his companion went to a teahouse on the side of the road that he stopped at a teahouse, and he kept thinking about what kind of person these fragments would be combined.

Martial arts are extremely high.

The knife technique is domineering and ferocious.

Lonely and indifferent.

There was a pause.

He inexplicably thought of the scene he was thinking about today, the indifferent swordsman who was killing people and sitting quietly in front of the flames......

The flames are so raging, what is he going to do?

Could it be warm sake?

He couldn't help laughing at himself for such a ridiculous idea, but he felt that he was dressed in black, with a large pattern and an ink knife, such an indifferent and arrogant master, after killing people, sitting on the field, and burning the mountain and warm wine.

He looked at his companion across the table, his eyes were not focused, obviously he was in a trance, this kind of emotion was an unnecessary thing for the secret agent of the criminal department, it was a flaw, but he could also fully understand his friend's feelings.

It's not that they haven't seen a better master than they have seen today.

However, those masters, all of them are getting older, old and serious, when doing things, there are too many things to think about and worry about, and they want to take care of all aspects of things, all forces, and a bowl of water.

Where is such madness?!

There are also many young and unruly people, and most of them can't settle their temperament, like young beasts, with teeth and claws, but there is no meaning, stepping on horses and mountains, drawing knives in the market, shouting and fighting, is it crazy?

Compared with what I saw today, the dignified person who entered through the main gate to kill people was like a gangster.

He thought for a moment, and added a sentence at the end, it shouldn't be too old.

Big is not mad.

Raising his hand, the scribe, who was one of the leaders of the secret agents of the Criminal Department, rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little headache, these clues were combined in his mind, everything was so vivid, only his face was still dark.

He vaguely remembered that he should have heard of this person, but at the end of the day, he couldn't remember it, and that name was like a barrier that could not see the whole picture, which made him a little irritable.

His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, his mind unconsciously relaxed, his gaze swept from the teahouse, and suddenly froze slightly.

He saw that in this teahouse, there was a thin old man in his fifties, who was holding tea and eating dry food.

His eyes stared at the old man's clothes for a while, then he suddenly got up, took the initiative to walk over, sat in front of the old man, and said with a smile:

"My husband has a good appetite."

The old man took a sip of hot tea, raised his head, looked at him with a little vigilance, and said:

"Mr. is ......"

The scribe's gaze swept over the clothes wrapped in the old man's body, lowered his voice, shook an ordinary penal token in his hand, and said with a slight smile:

"We are from the Criminal Department, looking for a companion, he is not very old, he doesn't like to laugh, he is dressed in black, he is big, he rides a horse, I don't know where he went, does my husband know?"

When the old man heard such a detailed description and gentle tone, the vigilance in his eyes quickly dissipated like spring snow, and he muttered twice, shook his head, and said:

"Did the benefactor turn out to be from the Criminal Department? I don't know, when the old man left, the benefactor was still sitting in front of the mountain......"

The scribe smiled, and said in his heart that it was true.

The old man said, "I just saw a horse running to him, the red horse is very thin, but it runs very fast, and its temperament seems to be very strong, I have lived so big, I have never seen such a thin horse, but it can run so fast, like fire......"

The smile on the scribe's face froze instantly.

His eyes widened slightly.

The old man's words, like a bolt of lightning, instantly linked all the clues in his mind, and in his fantasy, the ink knife, the black clothes, the big tattoo, the crazy and indifferent swordsman drank all the wine, slowly got up from the flames, the hem of his clothes vibrate, and turned to look at him, revealing a cold face under the firelight.

Behind the back, the crested patterns trembled, and behind it was the Burning Mountain.

His breathing suddenly froze, his palms trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at his companion who Huo Ran stood up, his lips opened slightly, and he spit out four words.

"Fufeng ......"

"Knife maniac."

…………………………

Northwest Tiankui City, Criminal Department.

Here and Tianxiong City, is the northwest of the Great Qin two golden beams and jade pillars, take care of each other, of which Tianxiong City stands on the frontier, and Tiankui City is close to the mainland, convenient to travel, as the frontier and Tianjing City news center.

The weather in the northwest is getting colder day by day.

A figure hurried across the courtyard, the gloomy bluestone floor was already covered with fallen leaves, and as he ran past, a fallen leaf happened to fall on his shoulder.

He flicked off the fallen leaves, lifted the curtain outside the door, and rushed in with the cold wind outside, and the people inside greeted him, and he only responded with a smile twice, and then piled the information in his arms on the desk.

Here is a collection of all the important news of the seventeen counties in the northwest of Great Qin.

An official of the Criminal Department, who was a little old and had gray temples, had his hands on his sleeves, seemed to be in poor health, and he was holding a delicate hand warmer in his arms.

There are marks in the upper right corner of the 'seal' on the outside of these information, and they are of different colors, most of which are cyan, which only needs to be excerpted into the file, and blue, which needs to be expedited.

The edge of his vision suddenly flashed a bright color like a flame, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly, his expression became solemn, and a man in his thirties next to him saw it and said:

"This is the level that is going to be reported to Tianjing City immediately?"

The old man with a solemn face nodded, this kind of information, even if the seventeen counties are so vast, comparable to the boundaries of a country in previous years, it is only a few months in three or two months, fold the cuffs, take out this piece of information separately, and then carefully open it, look at it for the first time, and read it softly:

"The first big village in the northwest, the big wilderness village has been destroyed."

Many officials in this room said hello in unison, and there was a lot of happiness in their tones, the great desert village is a disaster in the northwest, well-trained, and extremely cunning, and if there are many people in the organization, they will retreat, and they will not slip their hands, and they have tried to kill these thieves several times without success.

The old man has been a criminal officer for forty years, and he naturally likes it more in his heart, but he can't show it, his expression is still serious, only his eyes are a little brighter, and he finds that there seems to be something behind, and he opens it at will, and then falls into silence.

The cold wind outside blew open the window, and the room was a little cold, and his palms trembled, and the information in his hand actually floated on the ground.

The thirty-year-old official next to him picked it up, opened his mouth, was equally silent, and then gave the information to the other person.

In a moment, the center of the Imperial Criminal Department in the Seventeen Northwestern Counties fell into extreme silence.

The knife madness entered the village from the front and cut more than 300.

After burning the mountain and returning with warm wine, this is nowhere to be found.

The Criminal Department caught the shadow and reported it.

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