The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, and the streets were much sparsely populated.

After a few days of waterway, I had a good rest, and I was wandering around the streets, but I didn't expect that in this strange city and strange street, what caught my eye was a murder scene.

Qian Ye stood on the street and saw the person at a glance.

The black clothes are like ink, cold and cold. One person and one sword, as if it is the only existence in this heaven and earth.

"If you take one more step, I'll kill you!"

In a calm tone like a sentence, blood flowed down the body of his sword, staining the bluestone pavement under his feet.

The pedestrians on the street had already fled away screaming, and there was only a group of men in black with weapons in front of them, and at the feet of the man in black, a fresh life had passed away, only the undulating chest and the blood flowers rendered on the chest, as if to remind people that this person was still alive just now.

There are people in front of them who are committing murder in the street, but no one cares. As a catcher, Qian Ye was filled with anger at the moment. No matter how wrong a person is, he must be convicted by a sentence. Otherwise, no one can decide whether he lives or dies. But this is different, in the completely unfamiliar country of Great Xia, a dynasty that has never been heard of, human life no longer seems to be so important.

Qian Ye never thought that one day when she was facing life, she would be so indifferent. In the days of Fuso, the souls of the dead under her sword were almost impossible to count herself. Therefore, there is Qingfu, and there is today's Ah Ye Catch. When facing the bandits, she moved the knife, and this moment was the second time she drew the knife.

The bean paste bun was gently put down by Qian Ye and hid under the vendor's stall on the side. Hearing only a crisp sound, Qianye's knife had already been drawn. The golden bell on his wrist reflected a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, and Qingfu came like a bolt of lightning.

The sword that had been moving forward had been slightly stagnant by Qian Ye's knife, and then it blocked hard, and in the gap between Qian Ye's retreat, a sword had already pierced the man's throat. With a sword, the blood vessels in his throat were like a fountain of blood, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the waist of the man in black. Except for the man in black, everyone has a waist pendant around their waists, with the following words: Six Doors and Three Big Characters. The man's mouth was wide open, and blood gushed out of his throat until he fell unwillingly, splashing blood all over the ground.

The red single clothes worn by Qian Ye were stained with a few pieces of blood, and after a while, they condensed into dark spots. The gauze under the hat was blown by the wind, revealing a bright red lip with a slight purs, and a pair of unwilling eyes. She withdrew her gaze from the man and raised her eyes to look at the man who was dressed in black but had very hot methods.

Shangguan Mingxin was also looking at Qian Ye, his gaze lingered on her delicate face for a moment, and then stopped at the long knife in her hand.

It was a long, dark knife with a dull scabbard, the handle neatly wound with dark green silk threads, a slender white wrist clutching the hilt tightly, and obsidian with golden bells slid skillfully from the wrist to the back of the hand.

Shangguan Mingxin's expression was still cold, and he moved his lower lips as if he wanted to say something, but thinking that Qian Ye didn't know him at this moment, there was only silence in the end.

Qian Ye stared at his long sword, the tip of the sword was stained with a trace of blood red, it was this sword that had just taken a person's life in front of her eyes. And she had no way to arrest the murderer in front of her who was still stained with blood on the sword. Not only because this place is not under her jurisdiction, but also because of the waist cards of several people in front of her.

Qian Ye bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at the man in black with an expressionless face, there was no anger on her calm face, not even sadness, but her dark pupils reflected the cold figure of the man in black as clearly as a mirror.

Shangguan Mingxin was swayed by her emotions, and was slightly stunned, so she took the long knife, turned to the side, picked up the bean paste bag, and left without looking back.

"My lord, is that person going to deal with it?" They set out this time to pursue two key criminals, who were undoubtedly convicted, and although their skills were not superb, their lock-picking skills were top-notch. Even the six-door prison can easily escape, which is not comparable to ordinary people. Therefore, it was decided to behead these two people under the sword, so as to facilitate the exchange.

"No need." Shangguan said lightly and handed the sword to the person who spoke. "It won't be long before we see each other again." A few days ago, he received a flying pigeon from Leng Zexian, specifically mentioning that Qianye was going to Beijing, so it seems that 'he' came down the river and repaired in Lin'an.

The man took the sword, inserted it into his scabbard with his backhand, and ordered his subordinates to clean up the blood stains on the ground before slowly following the footsteps of Shangguan Mingxin's departure.

Qian Ye did not go directly back to the post house, but wandered around the street. She didn't expect that she would cross paths with the six doors again, and it was in the case of the other party's murder. She knew what kind of place Six Doors was, a place where she could do anything to investigate a crime, and wouldn't even blink an eye to kill someone. It's just that when she was in Lecheng, she seemed to be covered up under the mask of friendliness and ignored their essence.

But she doesn't feel anything uncomfortable in her heart, this world is like that. Speaking of which, the six doors still belong to the imperial court, but what about the rampant killer organizations outside! Therefore, she would not be pretentious to think that the six doors were killing people in front of her eyes, because even if she hadn't gone down that street, everything would have happened. She just picked the wrong place, the wrong time.

However, after watching a very unaesthetic killing performance, Qian Ye felt that there seemed to be too much food in his stomach. Let's look at the bean paste bag, which looks unaffected. Qian Ye thought that if he gave the bean paste another hot meat bun, it would probably be able to eat it.

Qian Ye didn't want to attract the attention of others, so he changed into the clothes he wore when he first arrived in Great Xia, but he didn't expect that it seemed to be a little counterproductive. But fortunately, she didn't bring clogs, otherwise she would clearly be dressed as a Fuso ronin.

After walking around the street, my heart is much more comfortable, and my stomach is no longer swollen. Sure enough, when you are full, it is not suitable for strenuous exercise.

When they returned to the post house, Zhao Zhutou and the others had not yet returned. While being speechless, Qian Ye went back with the bean paste bag to change into the indigo robe again, and went downstairs to collect the clothes drying in the patio. See, there are no other people drying clothes. Qian Ye touched his smooth chin, these people don't wash clothes at night, so tomorrow morning they can only wear the dirty, maybe sour smell of the catcher. Thinking of this, she was faintly excited. I really hope they forget, then tomorrow will be a good show!

It was about Qianye's prayer that really worked, and he didn't see any movement from anyone else after dinner. It's night, it's quiet all around, and naturally no one will go to do laundry. Therefore, Qian Ye slowly fell asleep with a satisfied mood.

In the early morning, when most people are still asleep, the post house in Lin'an City is very lively. There are carts, and there are prisoners who are escorted into prison carts. As for Qian Ye, after breakfast, he stood aside with a refreshing face - just watching the excitement.

Look at these guys, don't you think your clothes smell a little? Even the disgusted bean paste buns stayed away from these people, and only stuck them next to their fragrant owners.

When the group staggered out of the city gate and headed north. On the tower of the city gate, the corner of the dark clothes flashed, and disappeared in a moment.

For a few days on the Li River, because of the moisture, I also felt that the sun was not so big. And when the group went on the road, they felt that the sun was really hot. Fortunately, everyone has already prepared water bladders in case of emergency, otherwise if they don't meet Chaliao on the way, they will die of thirst.

Qian Ye had a water bladder hanging from his waist, which was distributed to everyone by Zhao Zhutou before he traveled. Instead of lying in her arms, the doushabao was napping on the board of the prisoner car.