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In one of the most remote frontiers of the Chen Kingdom, the war has not yet extended here, also because it is too desolate and poor, and there are not a few families within a radius of ten miles.

"Lord Wang." With a knife at his waist, the white-faced coachman slowly walked towards the carriage, and the Nine Kings sat on the wheel.

The skin of the people here is sore by the wind, and the air is too dry for a warrior like a white-faced coachman to stand it.

"Lord Wang," the white-faced coachman called again, "there's the latest news." ”

Although the wind and sand were strong, the Nine Kings did not enter the carriage to take shelter from the wind, and he smiled faintly when he heard this: "Say it." ”

The white-faced coachman's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "In addition to the ones I was looking for before, my subordinates remembered that there was only one place where the red waist might go." ”

Jiuwang's face was pale: "Let's talk about it." ”

The white-faced coachman's voice was cold: "At the beginning, the Jin army chased ten miles along the east, and if the red waist wanted to save his life, he would definitely not be able to escape in this situation." Therefore, Red Waist has always been cunning, and she may deliberately take risks and face to face with that group of Jin troops. ”

The Nine Kings slowly crossed a smile without temperature: "Didn't you look for the west too?" ”

The white-faced coachman said coldly: "The subordinate means that the red waist - it is likely that the officers and soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty deliberately 'killed' her." ”

A weak woman is chased and killed by an army, and it is impossible to escape, and if she can't escape, she will die.

For Red Waist, this is a way to trade madness for a glimmer of life.

The Nine Kings were silent, and the wind and sand passed through their ears, but they were not as transparent as this sentence.

The white-faced coachman said: "Lord Wang, I think it is necessary for us to follow this clue to find, if the red waist fakes his death and escapes, this is the most likely at present, and we will definitely have an eyebrow to track it down." ”

They walked for so long, they couldn't find the red waist, and everything was wasted.

The Nine Kings bowed: "Let's go." ”

The white-faced coachman waited for the nine kings to return to the carriage, and immediately jumped on it, and the coachman began to drive the carriage officially.

The carriage traveled continuously for ten days and ten nights, stopping at a small village at the foot of the barren mountain. The appearance of the Nine Kings is conspicuous everywhere, not to mention the white-faced coachman, a cold face can scare off many good people.

But at the foot of the mountain, that didn't happen. Because of the chaos.

The people who live here are very poor, to the point that they don't have enough to eat, how can they have the energy to pay attention to what a person's appearance looks like.

The white-faced coachman found the only inn here, and the proprietress solicited guests at the head of the village, smiling in a thousand ways.

Jiuwang smiled: "Boss, how long have you been in this village?" ”

The proprietress covered her mouth and smiled: "I have lived here since I was a child, and I know the things here." ”

I know best, the corners of my eyes and eyebrows, as if they are all smiling.

The Nine Kings nodded and said softly, "Okay, take us to your inn." ”

The two-story small building, except for being clean, has no advantages, the proprietress pushed open the door of the largest one, leaned on the door and said: "Poor country, guest officials take care of it." ”

The bed in the room is a clay kang filled with straw.

After paying, the hostess's attitude was obviously more enthusiastic: "By the way, if the two guest officers want to drink, I also have one here." ”

The Nine Kings smiled: "Thank you." ”

The proprietress didn't bother, and Shi Shiran went downstairs.

There are only three rooms on the second floor, and the first floor is the proprietress of her own belongings and furnishings, which is probably a typical example of her own house converted into an inn.

The white-faced coachman looked at the kang coldly, how did the nine kings sleep in this place.

The Nine Kings looked at the straw: "You go out and check these four weeks." ”

This is the route drawn by the white-faced coachman, and if his idea is right, then he should naturally check it carefully.

The white-faced coachman hesitated for a moment, and quickly raised his eyes on his face, "Is the prince left alone?" ”

Although he had carefully looked at the way with the proprietress and there was no problem, and there were no hidden assassins or anything like that, he was still not at ease.

With a flick of the sleeves of the Nine Kings, he was already sitting on the kang: "Go, don't go for more than half an hour." ”

The white-faced coachman knew this, so he pushed open the window and fell directly from the second floor to the road.

The Nine Kings stared into the room, remembering that it had been two months since he and Redwaist had last seen each other. Two months have passed like a white horse, and the white-faced coachman has never found a clue for so long, unless it is a dead person.

But the Nine Kings didn't feel that the red waist was dead, and the gaze in her eyes made her want to live more firmly than anyone else in the world.

In this world, there are too many people who seek death, and most of the people who seek to survive are embarrassed, but the red waist implements the will to survive in every part of her body.

He thought of the white-faced coachman's speculation that she deliberately let the pursuers of the Great Jin "kill" her.

This was beyond the average mental toughness, and if she really did, she wouldn't have collapsed.

When the Nine Kings analyzed, they didn't notice that there were footsteps in the stairs getting closer and closer, until the door was pushed open from the outside, and the footsteps had stopped at the door.

The Nine Kings narrowed their eyes and looked at the figure at the door: "Coachman? ”

The white-faced coachman jumped down the window, but returned up the stairs from the main entrance of the inn, and when he pushed the door open, a chuckle rang out from the bottom of the stairs.

The white-faced coachman's knife was already in his hand, and his face was not very good: "It's the proprietress downstairs, and she called us down for dinner." ”

The Nine Kings raised their eyebrows: "Eat?" ”

Every family in this village has no food left, and this proprietress still has the energy to provide food for their outsiders?

The white-faced coachman was also secretive, no wonder he came in like that just now, I'm afraid he saw the proprietress going upstairs just now, and directly intercepted and stopped her.

At this time, there was a sound of pedaling at the staircase again, it was thick-soled flower shoes stepping on the steps, and the proprietress leaned on the railing of half of the staircase, and said with a smile: "If you dislike my little shop's rough food, you don't want to eat it, and you can't force it." ”

The white-faced coachman met the smiling face of the proprietress and said that he would not raise his hand to hit the smiling person, so he couldn't speak.

It is said that this village is poor and remote, and every family has no surplus food, even if they don't eat it, they can't find it from outside.

At this time, the nine kings walked to the door from the kang and glanced at the proprietress: "Let's go down here." ”

The proprietress turned around with a smile: "Then I'll wait downstairs, don't be too long, the food will be cold for too long." ”

After the last word, the person has already arrived downstairs, and there is actually no guy in this inn now, so it is difficult that even the cooking is done by the proprietress herself.

The white-faced coachman saw that the nine kings had no opinion, so he naturally followed downstairs. I saw that there were several plates on the only table downstairs.

The proprietress also grabbed a handful of bamboo chopsticks in her hand, looked up and saw them and smiled: "It's all ready, sit down and eat." ”

The white-faced coachman asked first: "Boss, are you alone in this inn?" "But dare to take in two strange male guests, aren't you afraid of being unsafe?

The proprietress Mali put out her chopsticks: "There were two guys before, but now they are gone, there is no future in this poor place, and young people want to go out and break through." ”

The Nine Kings had already sat down at the table, and the white-faced coachman had also sat down.

The proprietress set up the chopsticks, rubbed her hands and sat down, and sneered at the Nine Kings: "Try my craftsmanship." ”

It's really the proprietress who cooked it herself, and the nine kings saw that inside the plate, it was a black mess, faintly glowing green, and I didn't know what it was.

The proprietress smiled slightly, stretched out her chopsticks, fiddled with the Chinese dishes, and suddenly turned over, and the appearance of this dish looked a little familiar.

The Nine Kings narrowed their eyes: "Snake meat? ”

The proprietress put down her chopsticks and sighed: "We are really poor here, the land is barren, and we don't grow familiar things." There are no animals in the mountains, so if you want to hunt for food, you have only snakes. ”

Only snakes can barely survive here, and all other animals starve to death without food, including people.

The two guys who walked away from the inn......

Without warning, the white-faced coachman burst out: "This is a poisonous snake." ”

The plate was the most venomous red chain snake, with bright colors, and the proprietress used a black lump to cover up the original color of the red chain snake, but the white-faced coachman recognized it.

The proprietress smiled faintly, but it was the chopsticks that stretched out, grabbed a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

She chewed Sven: "Have you ever heard of puffer fish meat, it is also poisonous, but in previous years, people were very hungry, so they could only use puffer fish meat to boil, boiled three times in boiling water, removed the toxicity, and then distributed a very small amount of meat to the family to eat, so that it could barely be maintained." ”

This is not a folk allusion, and many places where there is a shortage of war and chaos are indeed true. There is even such a thing as eating Yizi, not to mention poisonous puffer fish meat.

Jiuwang looked at the plate of snake meat in front of him, smiled faintly, and then asked the proprietress: "Boss, you said that you grew up in this village, and around this village, are there any places that ordinary people will never go?" ”

There are two kinds of places that ordinary people will never go, one is that they can't go, and the other is that they don't dare to go.

The village has a great view of the village, neither of which seems to be very existential.

The proprietress finished eating and put down her chopsticks, "You two want to ask if something strange happened, right?" ”

Strange things happen to make people jealous, and people will not dare to go when they are jealous, and the proprietress naturally thought that these two people were here to ask about that kind of place.

It can also be said that it is crooked, but the result is the same with different ideas, and the Nine Kings said slowly: "Is there really such a place?" ”

The proprietress sighed, with some discomfort in her eyes: "It's not near the village, it's at least dozens of miles away from here, and there is an ownerless mausoleum, because the people buried in it don't know who it is, but I have heard the elders say that as long as you approach the mausoleum to a certain distance, you will go back to the starting point by yourself." ”

The Nine Kings said warmly: "Do you mean that you can't enter that mausoleum?" ”

The proprietress said: "Yes, I can't get in, it's still a coincidence that one or two people are still coincidental, but it seems that all the people who pass by intentionally or unintentionally will be blocked back when they reach that range." ”

The white-faced coachman said coldly at this time: "It's not unusual, maybe there is a formation set up around the mausoleum." ”