They are the real slaves of Jianzhou, the most staunch supporters of the servile culture, deceiving the superiors and concealing the subordinates, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, enslaving and squeezing the subordinates, and filling their own pockets, this is their law of survival, as for the country, the court, loyalty, and the cause? What do these things outside the body have to do with them? Serving the master well and receiving less whips, oppressing the slaves to collect a few taels of filial piety, this time I am a really important thing.

Therefore, it is only natural that the Indras, who have a very complete intelligence and reconnaissance network, have not been able to catch a single person who has not even left the city for several months.

At the same time that the boss was dragged into the prisoner's car, and at the same time that the small shop was seized as the private property of a certain Indra "shaman", the silver dust and the others walked into the next door to the room where Sophie Fei was "held", and the magician stretched out his hand to lay down the soundproof barrier, while the silver-robed young man took off his hat and saluted.

"Reacquaint yourself with the Nalan Blood Demon. ”

[Three o'clock at noon on the third day of September in the first year of Heisei]

Before the incident, no one would understand what an ominous omen it was to get on the sedan chair at this time.

Sophie Fei wore heavy makeup, wore gold and silver, and set off from the post house "happily" on the head of the diocese of Indra Pan Yangcheng, and the gorgeous sedan chair specially sent by Newgaret Guier Duoshan to "pray and bless the great shaman in broad daylight". The sedan chair is very spacious, in addition to Sophie, there is also her maid, the twelve-year-old "Xiu'er", and the two Indra nurturing grandmothers who came to answer. The two old grandmothers who were over the age of sixteen got on the sedan chair and didn't say anything, just sat in the corner and chanted, their voices hovering in the sedan chair like flying insects in a reunion, so that Sophie Fei couldn't communicate with her "Xiu'er" at all.

The sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers and boiling discussions came through the thin curtain of the sedan chair, trying to create this festive atmosphere. However, in Sophie's heart, this voice is like a peerless pianist hiding in the middle of the city to play "Ambush on All Sides", and in the midst of the warm noise, there is a terrible killing intent. Sophie's mind was confused at this time. Sitting in a sedan chair, of course, she can't have half a point of joy, but she is not about to succumb to fate, entrusting her youth to a dry bone of sadness and grievances, not even a trace of generosity to die, sacrificing her life for righteousness, her mind is full of only chaotic thoughts.

Things were completely beyond her guesswork. Yinchen's arrangement looks ridiculous, but the weirdness implied in it makes him preside over the "handover ceremony" Zhang Weiwu's face was green from head to end, after meeting with the big butler of Gui'er Mountain, Coral Les and receiving the payment, the famous dart head in the north was very unusually unwell, and immediately refused the wine banquet prepared by Coral Les, as if avoiding some terrible natural disaster, he hurriedly hid back to the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, and then the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall was rumored to be internally rectified, and it was directly closed in broad daylight, so that the middle-class parents who sent their children here to sign up for art were confused. Zhang Weiwu was of course avoiding a political disaster, and the old man at this time must have missed the late Harlan Xuanming very much.

He didn't know what kind of turmoil Pan Yang would usher in in the next few days, and similarly, Sophie Fei didn't know what kind of changes the old man who the Nano family respected on the surface. Although Nugaret Guier Duoshan is known as the first assistant, since it is an "assistant", there must be a "lord", and this city lord obviously will not be a person who is biased towards Indra, because this does not conform to the law of control over local personnel in imperial studies. Sophie Fei felt that in the next few days, at most, there would be a religious mourning in the whole city, and then there would be a few more portraits of wanted criminals on the city gates, and she might unfortunately become one of them, but the problem was that this was the consequence, and it was really impossible to deduce the layout that Silver Dust was using now.

She looked at the little maid "Xiu'er" in front of her, who was wearing heavy makeup and even a little scantily dressed, and felt that cold air was coming out of every bone in her body. Because this little maid is not a show at all, but Lin Qingyu.

Dressed like a *** in a modern skirt school uniform and stockings, but certainly not *** Zilin Qingyu, the smile on the little girl's face is weird and full of mysterious confidence, as if she wants to end the superpowered girl of the entire Yamaguchi group, her makeup is not the lady makeup or bridal makeup that Sophie Fei can understand, but the star makeup she has never seen, the natural but slightly over-exaggerated complexion, the eyelashes that are painted black and slender and curly, the faint eye shadow, and the flaming red lips fully reflect the youth and vitality of a girl, but is such a flamboyant makeup really good? Sophie Fei had an uncomfortable feeling of being dominated by anti-customers.

What's more, how kind of affection and righteousness did Yinchen have for her, so that he would send the little girl he valued the most over and act as a maid to marry?!

Sophie Fei knew that the relationship between herself and Silver Dust was at most only one layer of Moon Spirit, and this girl was likely to be Silver Dust's concubine. What kind of man was Silver Dust, a master of forging and a mysterious master of the primeval secret spells, who could put his concubine in such a dangerous situation that would be justifiably defiled by other men at any time?

Or, what secrets are there in this little girl that even Sophie Fei can't defeat?

Su Feifei couldn't figure it out, let alone his so-called backhand, that is, Lin Xuanchen, who was left alone in the post house and acted as the general reserve, not to mention how such a little girl could perform the "firefighting" mission as the general reserve, just because she was left in the guest room, and she was so beautiful, wouldn't it cause Indra and even Gui'er Duoshan himself to covet it? When would Yinchen make such a wrong decision?

But if it was a wrong decision, why were the two of them able to disappear into the post house without being discovered by the Indras, who had already laid out a net of heaven and earth?

Their portraits are still hanging high above the city, and the two of them can appear and disappear in the inn as if they were in a no-man's land? are they not a pair of ghosts......

The thoughts swirled through Sophie's mind, unquellable like a storm, but where she couldn't see, in the thick, dark shadows, a pitch-black metal figure was growing like a mushroom.

In broad daylight, the clouds of war converged in Panyang City.

[At the same time]

In Blood Yang City, Sakura Shixuan and Yin Xueli wore special couple outfits together.

The outfit was heavy and bloated, and it was impossible to talk about any style. His body was covered in green, brown, earth, and gray pockmarks, and his heavy helmet was attached to a black, goggle-like mask, and he even had to wear a ventilator around his neck that could be discarded at any time.

Both clothes and trousers are piled up with many layers of materials, and even hard metal must be inserted into the vital points of the body and hands and feet, and a set of metal bones are also worn in the sleeves and warehouse pipes, and the thick-soled boots on the feet make the two grow more than an inch tall out of thin air.

They inspected each other's pendants, long guns and short cannons, and the golden bullet chains looked like a row of dinosaur teeth, exuding unceremonious killing intent. The biggest difference between them and the 26 people behind them is that they have a huge base station radio on their backs, which is responsible for providing the other 26 people with a strong support capability that can communicate and network anytime and anywhere "in most electromagnetic interference environments" and can connect to at least three satellites.

So for both of them, the headset radio is still a little smaller.

The people behind them are very young, as young as them, but these people are not only young, but also a little immature, this immaturity is not physical immaturity, but psychological immaturity, they are recruits who lack battlefield practice, but they have no time to continue to temper the so-called actual combat experience, and the restless reality quickly pushes them to the front line called Pan Yang.

Twenty-six of them, about to fly in a small transport plane with the number 001, parachuted into Pan Yang along with a light armored vehicle with only six wheels and no tracks, and a wall of ammunition.

This is the will of all the high-ranking people in Blood Yang City.

Further behind them, the same scenario was playing out, and some teams had even boarded planes for the first airborne assault mission in a world still in the early days of the first industrial revolution.

[Three and a half o'clock at noon on the third day of September in the first year of Heisei]

While Sophie's sedan chair was still swaying on the road, Silver Dust, along with Nalan Blood Demon and Void Trace, came to the door of the largest Indra Temple in Panyang City.

It's crowded during the day.

"After the Evil Buddha incident, whether it was the group of lewd monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple or the monks of the Fahua Temple of Hanshan Temple, they were all driven out of Panyang City. Northerners don't believe in Buddhism very much. Nalan Blood Demon pointed to the cultists who were gathering not far away and explained to Silver Dust, "For northerners, Indra's teachings are easier to accept. ”

"In fact, there has never been a formal institution of Hanshan Temple in Panyang City. The only master of Xuanzhi who had been here back then, that was also as a monk of Fahua Temple. Now even if the Fahua Temple in the south of the city still exists, Master Xuanzhi has no mental care, and there are still a bunch of things waiting for him to deal with inside the Hanshan Temple. ”

"I forgot that you know Hanshan Temple better than I do. Nalan Blood Demon smiled embarrassedly, then turned his head to stare at the side of Silver Dust's face, "What's the matter? How do we sneak in?"

"What slipped in. Squeeze in with the team. The method proposed by Silver Dust made Nalan Blood Demon's eyes widen: "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Put on your hood and cover your face with a tulle if you can't. Silver Dust's eyes were full of starry light: "Fortunately, this so-called Indra does not only allow women to mask their faces. ”

"Women have to be masked to go out, but men can choose to be masked or not. At this time, Soetuk interjected: "In the early years, these Indra people were pressed and beaten by the people of the Chosen Sect, and they were almost extinct, and they could only hide by means such as masking their faces, and even the prayer gestures with them were done in their sleeves, and now although they are in power, they can't change their habits, and things like prayers are related to doctrinal modifications, and even the Nano pit viper himself doesn't dare to change it, so it's like this." ”

"That gave us a chance. Silver Dust straightened his hood and strode towards the crowd, the four of them quickly melting into the crowd. The congregations wore what they thought to be the most beautiful robes, with hoods drawn, some with their faces covered, two sleeves cuffed up in their chests, and their hands gesturing in the sleeves.

The wind blew silently, and many people's robes swayed slightly, looking fairy-like. An invisible chill spread in the square with reverent respect.

"This temple doesn't look imposing at all, does it?" Silver Dust reached the bottom of the steps of the temple.

"This is a temple that has been renovated and expanded from an old house, not a new temple. It has not been a year since the dog slaves of Jianzhou occupied this place, where can a new temple be built? Then it is estimated that a temple will not be able to rise in seven or eight years. ”

"Are you familiar with this place?" Silver Dust stopped, "It stands to reason that you were captured, right?"

"I have a lot of connections, and Soetuk is just one of them. Nalan Blood Demon's expression was calm: "After escaping, I contacted them and got the layout map of the temple, to be honest, except for the secret passage crypt that obviously has no silver three hundred taels here, there is no difference between other places and Indra's ordinary temples, after all, the functions of these temples are almost the same, there is no need to toss." ”

"How did you escape?" asked Silver Dust casually as if he had just thought of this question.

"The Spirit Emperor sacrificed for this. Nalan Blood Demon said the word "sacrifice" in a very solemn and painful tone: "Empress Linghua was worried about being humiliated and martyred. ”

That's how the truth came suddenly. Silver Dust had a gray illusion in front of his eyes. The first time he really got up close and personal with the Spirit Emperor was when he stopped the Assassins for the Spirit Emperor last year. At that time, he didn't have a good impression of this ugly and fat old man, thinking that he was a person who had no feelings, no faith, no responsibility, and only knew that he was drunk and dreamed of death, and he was a "maggot of society" who was corrupted and degraded with the terminally ill Southern Empire. He and Emperor Ling finally established trust with each other and truly became a pair of monarchs and ministers, but the trust between those crises was fleeting and disappeared in a hurry.