In the lobby of the Lingwei Division, Han Ding was checking the secret sentry of Shaoyang City with Shen Zhi and Li Xiaobing, and a tall man pushed the door in. In this country, except for the emperor, only poor Ying can enter the Lingwei Division without notification.

Han Ding glanced at Qian Ying, put away the map and roster, and motioned for Shen Zhi and Li Xiaobing to retreat. The two of them bowed to Poor Ying and left the hall of the Spiritual Guard.

"Big brother, why did you come to the Spirit Guard Division so late?"

"Didn't you leave either?"

"It's too early for us to stay. These bunnies are usually passive and slacking off, and when it comes to the national festival, it will be a mess for 20 years. ”

"How's Gan Sheng's matter?"

"Gan Sheng? When it comes to Gan Sheng, I can't get angry. He opened a piano shop in Shaoyang and opened it for four years. And can the people of Shaoyang play the piano? This is an anomaly in itself, and we should have paid attention to him a long time ago. The ears of the Hind Bard are so marked, and there is that kind of unique Nine Sins Qin, as long as we check it, it is not difficult to find out his identity. It's good to be so passive now. ”

"Did you get anything out of your investigation?"

"Gan Sheng has infiltrated Shaoyang and retrieved the Nine Sins Piano. We suspect that he wanted to sneak into the altar from the barren mountain in the northwest corner of Shaoyang and assassinate His Majesty on the day of the national sacrifice. We searched the altar and searched the people at the altar, but we didn't find Gan Sheng. Now the barren mountains and the altars are blocked by our people. ”

"You've done your best, but I have bad news. Looking at the sand table map of Shaoyang City on the side, "Now, we have an enemy that is much more difficult to deal with than Gan Sheng?"

"Who?"

"It's not from the Uchibu. Do you remember that the wounded of the city defense army entered the city today? ”

"No way. As soon as the wounded entered the city, I sent people to the city service department, but none of the wounded were released, and even the body had to be sure whether he was really dead. ”

"There was a corpse left at the Soul Sacrifice Site, and when he was carried into the Soul Sacrifice Site, he had a knife stuck in his head, and everyone thought he was dead. But his body is lost, do you believe that someone will steal it?"

"Otherwise, is it haunted?" Han Ding smiled, but he smiled a little weakly.

"There are no ghosts in this world, only wicked people. ”

"Then, who is the wicked person?" Han Ding sensed that there was something in his words.

"Who can manipulate life and death?" asked rhetorically.

"You mean, huh?"

"That's right. ”

Han Ding gasped. Six years ago, Xuan was not famous at that time, and there were still nine forces in the wasteland. The king of one of the countries made a deal with the eye to poison the prince of the other country. When the deed was done, the king repented, and not only did he not pay him, but he also wanted to get rid of him. In a fit of rage, he turned the entire capital into hell, and all living creatures were reduced to dry bones. The army came to the rescue, only to see pieces of fallen poisonous corpses. Since then, the Nine Kingdoms of Wasteland have become the Eight Kingdoms, and the name of Xuan has become another nightmare after Poor Ying.

"He, why did he come to Shaoyang?" After all, Han Ding was the Lingwei Governor, and he quickly calmed down.

"I don't know. Shaking his head, "Only the two of us know about this, you keep an eye on it." If things leak out, it will cause panic. ”

"Yes. ”

"Gan Sheng. Xi. Eye. He slammed his fist on the table, "It's all sharks that smell blood." ”

"They are in the dark, and we are in the light. Han Ding held his forehead, "Now we can only wait, wait for them to show their flaws, so as to respond to all changes." ”

What Han Ding and Qi didn't expect was that they waited directly for the national sacrifice. Shaoyang these days is so ordinary that it is unsettling.

On the day of the national festival, the inns in Shaoyang were full of Jingchuan people from outside, and the residents of Shaoyang stayed at home and prayed. The melodious bells of the tall tower in the center of Shaoyang echo in every corner of the city. Whether it is a shop or a wine shop, a copper bell is hung at the door. There were almost no pedestrians on the street, and a few sporadic drinkers listened to the bells while sipping wine, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they prayed in their hearts.

The national memorial will be held at noon, and it has not yet arrived. Yao Guan sat in a tavern in the southwestern city, drinking absentmindedly, his wrist holding the cup trembling uncontrollably. What he didn't know was that at this moment, each of the other three corners of Shaoyang City had an unlucky egg like him, and a murderous seed was planted in his heart.

At the door of the altar, a beggar sat cross-legged by the wall, bowing his head and listening to the bell in prayer. Under the ragged linen cloak, Mori Bai's eyes had no pupils, and his gray face was full of fanatical excitement. He had been waiting for this day for eight years.

The bell is ringing, and the neighbor of the bell ringer is praying at home with peace of mind. Across the wall, the bodies of the bell-ringers' family lay silently. On the clock tower, the murderer is naturally doing a job that does not belong to him, with a black ghost mask, a black bodysuit, and a black armor on his right arm.

The killing machine is just hidden in plain sight.

In the small town in the south of Shaoyang City, a man and a woman rode a jujube red horse and galloped past, attracting the attention of others. The woman sat in front of the man, half-leaning into his arms, her face full of worry. The man's face was grim, his hands clutching the reins, and he carried a cross-bladed steel spear behind his back. The tip of the spear flickered, dazzling like thunder, cold like a lonely moon.

In the altar, the Spirit Guard Division and the people of the city defense army were waiting for them. Han Ding stood at the entrance of the Soul Keeper's cave, condescending, vigilantly watching everything in the altar.

Why hasn't Gan Sheng shown up yet? Has he given up? Or is there something omission in his plan? Han Ding had a headache.

The Soul Keeper was behind him, clad in a black robe, and it knew nothing but Soul Burning Grass. If you can be like this zombie, you can live simply, and you don't have to worry about so many things, how easy it would be.

Like this zombie······

Like it······

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Han Ding's heart. This zombie that has burned the soul grass for more than a thousand years is the least suspicious existence on the altar. When Shen Zhi searched the altar at that time, could he have missed this hole due to habitual thinking? The zombie was unconscious, and if someone was really hiding in the hole, it would not react much.

Han Ding looked behind him, and in the depths of the cave was a fire abyss, where the Soul Keeper would burn Soul Grass. Han Ding's hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the knife, pushing away the soul keeper and walking into the depths.

Suddenly, a cold light greeted me. Han Ding took half a step back, the steel knife blocked the sharp blade, and when he looked closely, the attacker was not Gan Sheng, but a woman.

"Lord Han Ding is really good, not only did he know that I wanted to come to the altar, but he also guessed that I was hiding here. It's a pity that you're dragging it out. ”

The man's voice came from behind. Han Ding looked back, and the soul keeper was standing behind him, holding a nine-stringed piano.

"I'm sorry, we lied to you. The original zombie was thrown into the fire by me and burned. ”

Han Ding smiled bitterly, he was so dull, he didn't expect that the soul keeper was also fake.

Gan Sheng lifted the attached hat from the soul keeper's black robe, revealing his face. The originally elongated ears are gone, leaving only two bare ear holes.

"You can really do it. Only then did Han Ding understand how Gan Sheng had infiltrated Shaoyang.

"Two ears are nothing. Hearing loss may occur, but it's fine. Gan Sheng touched the ugly scars around his ear holes, his eyes gloomy, "All this is for you." Do you know the Thirty-Seven Rhymes?"

"What do you mean?"

"The thirty-seventh rhyme, the most powerful rhyme, the harmony of the nine strings, the funeral of the soul. This rhyme will detonate the detached souls that have not yet dissipated nearby, and the more souls there are, the more powerful they will be. ”

Hearing this, Han Ding's pupils constricted. Isn't this Jingchuan altar a place to worship souls?

"As for you, die in peace!"

"Anger and desire, killing gods!"