"I'll go into the palace right now and tell my father everything that's going on here! With so many lives, Ying Chengzhao is really too much! Yin Chenglian said with indignation.

"Stop." Painting Thirteen hurriedly called out to Yin Chenglian, "What do you want to say?" ”

"Of course it's true!" Yin Chenglian pointed to a piece of ruins, and then pointed to the children who were crying in front of the ruins, and said without thinking.

"How do you tell the truth?" Hua Thirteen pursed his lips and frowned, "Look at these corpses, now they are indeed dead from smashing and buried in the ruins, it is plain for no reason that Ying Chengzhao designed to kill the mouth, there is no evidence, judging from Ying Chengzhao's city government, it is very likely that he will rebel against His Royal Highness's army at that time." After all, we're in the light, he's in the dark, and there's one thing I haven't figured out yet. ”

The anger in Yin Chenglian's eyes was hard to extinguish for a while, and he asked sullenly, "What?" ”

"Why did Ying Chengzhao do such a thing when you came here? Is it just a coincidence? The eyebrows of the thirteenth painting became deeper and deeper, and his eyes were full of doubts, "If he wants to get rid of His Highness through this, there are thousands of ways to get rid of His Highness, there are thousands of ways to do it cleanly, and there is no need to choose this unsafe way today, after all, His Highness's feet are not chained by them, and he is not completely sure that His Highness will end here." ”

"Masked man......" Yin Chenglian suddenly realized, "Could Ying Chengzhao's purpose be to get rid of me through the masked man's hand?" ”

Hua Thirteen shook his head and tightened his eyebrows: "According to Chang Ling, the black shadow that stopped the masked man is the long machine. ”

"Who is the masked man? Why did the long machine save me? Why did he suddenly turn back and save the masked man in the end? Yin Chenglian was puzzled.

Hua Thirteen lowered his eyes and groaned, and a bold thought poured into his mind: "Changji wants to save His Highness." Perhaps, we have been mistaken about the long machine? ”

"There's no reason for him to save me." Yin Chenglian blurted out as a matter of course, slowly frowned again, and gradually widened his eyes to look at Hua Thirteen, "What did you just say?" We, all the time, misunderstood the long plane? You mean, on the way south, the long plane didn't try to kill me? ”

As soon as these words came out, even Yin Chenglian himself was taken aback, and then shook his head violently in disbelief: "Impossible!" No, it won't! He obviously ran over and put me to death again and again......"

"What was that going on?" Thirteen's eyebrows became more and more suspicious, "Your Highness is sure, is it really you who is going to attack every time?" How was his sword when it was closest to you? ”

Yin Chenglian was stunned for a moment, and then fell into memory, his gaze changed from firm to hesitant: "He... He's always sharp, but... But it's true that none of them pointed at me. But that doesn't mean much! Because it's thanks to Suzaku for helping me stop him and deal with him every time! ”

After Yin Chenglian finished saying this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded for a long time, and then his eyes widened and he looked at Hua Thirteen with a solemn and complicated expression. Yin Chenglian swallowed heavily and slowly spoke: "You mean, Suzaku...... No! Impossible... This is all speculation, unreasonable and impossible! It's ridiculous too. ”

"Since it's all speculation, why not guess a few more steps." Painting Thirteen's gaze was as deep as a fog full of rivers, he slowly moved his gaze to Jingmo, and said eloquently, "Jingmo is proficient in the orthodontic technique of 'being able to teach Meng Po to not know' on the rivers and lakes." What she saw might be the glimmer of light that broke through the clouds. ”

Jing Mo nodded knowingly, looked at Yin Chenglian with a fixed gaze, and said, "According to His Highness, this masked man is the mysterious person who has been secretly attacking His Highness, and moreover, he is still a burly man, right?" ”

Yin Chenglian remembered for a moment, nodded, and frowned puzzled: "So what?" Any questions? I don't think I'll be mistaken, these three times were indeed the same person. ”

"The problem is 'his' feet." Jingmo and Hua Thirteen glanced at each other and said slowly, "Judging from the masked man's figure, 'his' feet will not be so small. And according to my experience in cosmetic corrections, it is not difficult for petite people to disguise themselves as burly. ”

Yin Chenglian was taken aback: "You mean to say that the masked man is pretended to be by someone else?" But why pretend to be like this? ”

"To hide your identity and not be suspected." A hint of fierceness flashed in Hua Thirteen's eyes, "If that's the case, this person is hiding too deeply." ”

For a while, Yin Chenglian and Hua Thirteen fell into deep thought together, and at this moment, Chang Ling suddenly tilted his ears and seemed to hear something.

"Thirteen less, in the ruins, there is a voice." Chang Ling warned vigilantly.

Painting thirteen eyebrows, and Yin Chenglian and the others hurried to the edge of the ruins. Following the sound, a human figure that was crushed into a bloody blur came into view, and his voice was intermittent: "Lu... Lujiaban ...... Zhoufu Banyan ......"

"It's you!" After a closer look at the painting, he couldn't help but be taken aback now, "Quick! Lift him out! He's Steward Luo! ”

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't react for a moment to what was going on. Jing Mo was shocked, and carefully looked at the people buried in the ruins with most of their bodies, it was indeed Steward Luo who had followed him in Zhou Rong's Mansion.

"No... No need......" Just when everyone was up and down, the sound in the ruins was as weak as a spark on the tuyere, and Hua Thirteen stopped them, Chang Ling and the others had to retract their hands stupidly, only to hear this faint and almost inaudible voice said weakly, "I... My surname is Lu ...... He is the descendant of Lu Jiaban...... Go and find... ...... under the banyan tree"

"Steward Luo? Steward Luo! Painting Thirteen glanced at Jingmo, who went over to probe the pulse of the inhuman-looking people under the ruins, shook his head weakly at Painting Thirteen, and sighed faintly.

"He said, his surname is Lu?" Yin Chenglian was puzzled, "What is Lu Jiaban?" He is obviously Zhou Rong's person, how can he be here? ”

Painting thirteen eyebrows lowered, pondered for a moment, and said quietly: "According to legend, Lu Jiaban was a skilled craftsman who was famous all over the world hundreds of years ago, specializing in cultivating and casting all kinds of strange armor, but later, about the year of the founding of the Great Yin, Lu Jiaban suddenly disappeared, and no one in the rivers and lakes and temples knew the whereabouts of Lu Jiaban, and over time, it became a legend sealed in the loess. ”

"And how do you know?" Yin Chenglian knew the ingenuity of Drawing Thirteen, but how could he happen to know the reason for such trickery?

Painting Thirteen's gloomy gaze instead fell on the Xuantie sword box on Chang Ling's back: "I once asked Chang Ling's master whose hands the two swords Chang Ling was carrying came from. One is called Bai Yu, the other is called Youquan, the white feather falls into the world, and Youquan lives and dies. Such an unborn sword is precisely from the hands of the Grandmaster of the Lu Jiaban who has disappeared for more than a hundred years. ”

"Thirteen, look." When Jing Mo tested Steward Luo's snort from a close distance, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to Steward Luo's feet under ragged clothes, and looked back at Hua Thirteen with a solemn expression.

Drawing 13 leaned over and realized that the chains on their feet were not just cuffed to the surface of their ankles, but were embedded deep in the flesh.

Yin Chenglian also came over to take a look, and couldn't help but look shocked and surprised: "How long will this iron chain be handcuffed like this?" ”

Hua Thirteen's eyebrows were tightly locked, his expression was solemn, his eyes were spinning slightly, and he suddenly turned his head and explained to everyone: "Look at the few corpses exposed over there, will they be the same on their feet." ”

"Okay." Everyone looked along the edge of the ruins for half a circle, everyone's faces became more and more solemn, and their brows became deeper and deeper. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden "hula", and a raging fire suddenly rose on the entire ruins where many corpses were buried, and in the blink of an eye, the bones and bones in front of him were turned into charred ashes.

"You! You guys! Yin Chenglian angrily turned his head and pointed to the officers and soldiers surrounding the crater behind him, because he had just caught a glimpse of a few fiery arrows flying from behind him and falling on the ruins, which caused this sea of fire.

"It's late." Hua 13 grabbed the angry Yin Chenglian, his gloomy gaze gradually moved down, and he pointed to the ground, "Look." ”

Yin Chenglian followed the gaze of Hua Thirteen and found that there was a shallow pool of thick black sewage at his feet, and it was overflowing from the ruins. He frowned: "What is this?" ”

Painting 13 leaned over and gently rubbed his fingers, leaned under his nose and sniffed lightly: "It's fire oil." It turned out that when we entered the house, the crowded and damp floor of the house was not sewage sludge, but fire oil. They were prepared early in the morning for what to do with these people. ”

Yin Chenglian couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes looked blankly at this surging sea of fire, and something in his heart seemed to be burned, he swallowed his throat blankly, and asked faintly, "Why?" What are these people doing wrong that deserve such deliberate and painstaking efforts to eradicate them? Even to die, to die so completely, with no bones left? ”

The surging fire reflected in everyone's eyes, Jingmo had almost died in the fire, but she also witnessed Shang Lu buried in the fire, at this time she couldn't help but be a little stunned, and Hua Thirteen clasped her hand. And it was the group of children who were frightened, at this moment more than a dozen children huddled together, watching their parents and relatives burned beyond recognition in the fire, indistinguishable, they opened their dull and weak mouths, stared at the innocent eyes of despair and fear, their voices were already crying and crying hoarse, and they could no longer make a sound, like a little stone lion on a stone bridge that was frozen by the bitter wind and rain, and was helpless.

"Ahh Suddenly, an arrow shot straight through the bodies of the two children, and the screams of ignorance of the world suddenly shocked everyone's hearts.

"Stop! You are presumptuous! Daring! Yin Chenglian shouted angrily at the officers and soldiers who were shooting arrows, and General Zhang and Changling also hurriedly drew their swords to protect Yin Chenglian and the others and the children.

The long wind swept by, and under the firmament, one side leaned on the raging fire, and a few people were scattered, with sick women and young children, while the other side was arrogant and domineering, entrenched from afar, as if he had been prepared.

But the officers and soldiers did not do it again. Painting Thirteen saw them silently put away their arrows and continued to guard the crater as if nothing had happened. The leader of the officers and soldiers raised his voice from afar and shouted with a triumphant smile: "Lord Ying said, step by step, point to point!" Hahaha! ”