"Is all this arranged by the evil way?"

Yinchen had no way of knowing the truth, he only felt that such an inference was reasonable, and even the more he thought about it, the more clues he found pointing to this conclusion. This conclusion www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion made him daring, but it could not stop the dark bravery in his heart at all.

Is he afraid? Of course he is. He was afraid to see the whole city turn into bones overnight, because he knew that they were innocent. The slaughter of innocent people who were considered to be of the same race as their own was a bit of an innate acceptance for a magician like Silver Dust, or even for any backbone scholar. He knew that these people were going to die, and he knew that he might not be able to save them, but the bravery and even recklessness in his bone marrow urged him to rush towards the invincible enemy at an accelerated pace, even if it was to hit a stone with an egg!

"Damn it! these savage gorillas! these colonized natives who are only worthy of being slaves to dig copper mines on the planet Guantanamo!" Silver Dust scolded in a low voice, completely unaware that he had taken the people of the South as his own people. Why? Why? Silver Dust didn't know now, but he would soon know.

Silver Dust took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, or the fear that was surfacing under the strong pressure forcibly ordered his brain to start thinking about the next move, but for a while, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what to do, so he could only mechanically, almost can't pick up the last document.

Silver Dust flipped through the last espionage report, no, this is not a spy report, this is a different document from the Northern Army, and it is different from a spy report. The document was not written on ordinary nitrified rice paper, but on an opaque film similar to animal leather, and the document was carefully rolled into a roll, the middle scroll seemed to be made of some kind of wood from the north, very hard and without any special aroma. The fire paint on the document was very complicated, and at first glance it seemed to be a phoenix hovering in the sky, but if you looked closely, it was actually seven tentacles with eyes converging from all sides to the center, and the whole stamp looked like a whole red eyeball, and the pupils swirled with inexplicable deep and strange things. Silver Dust held the document in both hands, his pupils narrowed slightly, countless silver-white streams of light flew through his eyes, absorbing the strongest light magic of the "Awakening of All Things" [Hacking] activated, a circle of silver light filaments coiled on the piece of fire paint, and with a slight lift, the fire paint was completely peeled off, and it was held up by the holy light and floated in the air, Silver Dust hurriedly unfolded the document, and when he saw the handwriting on it, a trace of surprise flashed irrepressibly in his eyes.

It was a holy decree.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Di reported frequently, Luoyun City south gathered a large number of southern soldiers and civilians, its plot is not yet known, I am deeply afraid that the southern puppet emperor in order to win, and the traitor conspired, set up an evil formation that hurts the heavens and reason, obstructs the expedition of the king's division, and hurts the son of the empire, so he ordered the 180,000 forbidden army chief Nie to stay, and appointed the general of Weihu Forward, and led his troops to Luoyun City within three days to assist in the defense of the five tiger generals Emperor Li Moluo, rectify military discipline, formulate good policies, and jointly break the enemy's plot. I set up an altar in the capital to pray for the prosperity of the king's martial arts. Chin this. ”

"Written to Nie Wantai?" The corners of Yinchen's mouth hooked a graceful arc: "Okay, since it's a troop transfer order, and it was issued by that emperor, then I don't want to obstruct it, right?" Nie Wan, a half-old man, has a military order, and there is no room for a moment's delay, as for whether you will miss the big things that happened in Blood Yang City...... You'd better go to your emperor and ask for an explanation. The curvature of the corners of Silver Dust's mouth disappeared, and silver lightning appeared from the white silver pupils, like the horn of the gods awakened by all things. “hackin。 He said in a deep voice. Streams of pure silver-white light emerged from the tips of the slender index fingers, sweeping into the thin, light, but in a sense heavy as a mountain of holy decrees.

The black ink spreads and rotates to form another font, and for the holy decree that has no magic or protection from the wind, the magician's methods are secretive and masterful, and I am afraid that no one can see the secret unless they meet another magician.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said: Di newspaper is frequent, Luoyun City south gathered a large number of southern soldiers and civilians, its plot is not yet known, I am deeply afraid that the puppet emperor of the southern country in order to win, and the traitor conspired, set up an evil formation that hurts the heavens and reason, hinders the expedition of the king's division, and hurts the son of the empire, so he ordered the head of the 180,000 forbidden army Nie to stay, and appointed the general of the Weihu forward, and immediately led his troops to Luoyun City to assist in the defense of the five tiger generals Emperor Li Moluo, rectify military discipline, formulate good policies, and jointly break the enemy's plot. I set up an altar in the capital to pray for the prosperity of the king's martial arts. Chin this. ”

Silver Dust silently recited the corrected holy decree, then carefully rolled it up, applied the complete fire paint with the hacking magic, and then gently placed it on the long table. He lifted his silver eyes and circled the chamber again, shaking his head, knowing that there was no more valuable information here. The whereabouts of Yin Xueli and the others are still unknown, and what will happen in the end of the Beacon Fire Incident also needs to wait for time to verify, and more importantly, the conquest of the sect behind the "Prohibition of Martial Arts", and even the possible evil conspiracies, these things cannot be investigated in one night. Silver Dust glanced at the door of the cubicle one last time, clenching his fists slightly, he could already hear footsteps outside.

"It's unlikely to go back the way you came, because the Dark Nightmare may not be able to take effect twice on a person, especially twice in a short period of time, the Nightmare is fake after all, there are always flaws. Silver Dust glanced at the scattered spy reports on the table one last time, and the Holy Decree at the top level immediately discovered a new situation that he had not noticed.

On the long table, near the incense burner, there was a small seal, Yinchen couldn't help but be surprised, he knew that this seal and other things, many officials regarded it as life, they were tied to their necks or waists with a belt, and they were carried with them, and they didn't leave for a moment, how could there be a reason to put them directly on the table?

Curious, he picked up the seal and looked at it, then immediately put it down, and the right hand holding the seal burst out with a magical golden light again, and in an instant the same seal was pressed on all the documents, especially the holy decree, and then he dodged to the window in a second, opened the window neatly, and flew down. The moment he jumped, his body lit up with arcane purple light.

The door of the compartment opened at this time, and the old man came in with a strange look and closed the door casually.

"Is the old man really so confused?" he looked at his bare head and saw the papers scattered on the table.

"Who!" he roared, and with a strong coercion that only a Qi Stage warrior could have, he realized that he had been deceived, because he clearly remembered that he had not had time to open this information!

He rushed over, reading and examining it one by one, and his face became more and more ugly, until he saw the decree, and his old face was full of death-white of all thoughts.

"It's over, the holy decree has been blasphemed...... he couldn't go any longer, and the whole person collapsed directly to the ground, and his whole body revealed a sense of relief after the catastrophe and immortality.

He saw the intact fire paint seal, as if he had seen an elixir that continued his life.

"That's it! That information, it's probably just to write military merits, and it's okay for the people below to pay close attention, as for this 'urgent' chapter...... In fact, it doesn't matter at all, once the holy decree has arrived, who else dares to say that it is not 'urgent'......" He smiled, and then pressed a mechanism under the table, intending to call his subordinates to do something.

It's just that neither this old man nor Yinchen has thought about a very important question, that is, since it is a dignified holy decree, can anyone who actually come to deliver the decree not have it?

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

[Next morning]

Overnight, Blood Yang City was no longer the Blood Yang City.

The streets are still those streets, the stone steps are still those stone steps, but the shops that opened early in the morning to do business have suddenly decreased to one. On both sides of the wide and neat stone steps, the snack bars that were still open yesterday are now closed, and the white flags of mourning the dead are sticking out of the chimneys in a daze, swaying weakly in the cold wind. There were no cries, no shouts, no barking dogs, not even talking, as if overnight, the people of the city had collectively become mute. All the places where the words could be seen on the street were pasted with yellow paper for toilet use overnight, and all the signboards, plaques, and everything used to attract merchants disappeared without a trace overnight, and even the only small shop that was open was taken down with a plaque that told the story of a hundred years. Overnight, no matter in the streets and alleys, a large brass lock appeared on the door of every house, and bursts of thick or faint wind elemental aura shone back and forth on the lock. On the dark red streets, there used to be a few hurried merchants, but now these people have long since disappeared, and the few children who occasionally run by, all of them are like rats crossing the street, far away from the normal patrol of the northern soldiers. The entire neighborhood of the city, for an hour of dawn, had no sound except the howling of the mountain wind.

The white flags, black tents, and even bloody clothes that symbolize the dead in the house have all emerged in this short overnight, as if the whole city has suddenly become a ghost town in the underworld, with no crying, no suona, no act called condolence, and the whole city seems to have changed from a living human settlement to a huge and stiff corpse overnight. Groups of brave men from the north patrolling the streets began to beat a few gongs to wake up the sleeping city, but after only a cup of tea, they themselves became walking corpses who could only move forward on stiff legs.

On this day, it was the first sunny day after the rain. The sun rises early, but it can only shine on the empty streets. The mountain breeze boredomly tossed through the white and black fabrics, but could not chase away the resentment and sorrow that filled the city, and could only roar in vain the poignant and empty song. Last night's rain was still accumulating on the side of the street, and it was a bright red hue on the dark red frontal ground, making it difficult to tell whether it was water or the blood of the citizens. On the dark red courtyard wall, clusters of arrow feathers of the Divine Arm Bow could be seen everywhere, piercing out like dead branches, trembling slightly in the mountain wind. From time to time, a large cloud of dark black appeared on the walls, which was clearly the mark of blood spilled, and even a few soldiers who struggled to wash it with ice water could not erase the mottled scar.

Yinchen, Wen Qingsong, and Lu Qingyun sat together in the only restaurant in the city that opened, and they chose the location closest to the door, which was not only the most inferior position in the small shop, but also the most conducive location for escape.

Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun were both wearing purple robes at this time, with a luxuriously embroidered hood of the same color with a complex gold edge, the belt on their waists was a sufficient amount of silver in the shape of carp scales, buckled together like a hinge, and a sign made of inferior green jade hung on the belt, with no words on it, only a very magical pattern made of circles and straight lines. The pattern didn't have any practical significance, it was just a solidified spiritual magic array, which reminded everyone who saw him of the names of the nobles of the Northern Kingdom that they vaguely knew and were not particularly familiar with, so that no one would come to interrogate them.

The weapons of both of them had been confiscated by Silver Dust at this time, and the guys like the Long Tai Knife and the Big Plate Axe were too easy to arouse suspicion in the current situation, and the two of them sat facing the door, eating the noodles in the bowl with sad faces.

Silver Dust sat with his back to the door, still wearing the same silver-white robe, with a silver-white hood covering his face, a silver belt wrapped around his waist, and a green jade magic card hanging from his waist. At this moment, he was staring at the xiaolongbao on the plate, and for the first time in his life, he had no desire to eat it.

The joy of killing the Beacon City and the joy of finding the two companions completely vanished in just a few seconds. "At the same time as the North Man Hu League, he carried out a massacre by the way, and the innocent victims, I don't know how many thousands. The news brought by Wen Qingsong made Yinchen physically and mentally exhausted.

"Is it really meaningful for me to be so tired and tired?" Yinchen asked himself without an answer. At this moment, he had already lost the momentum and pride of a generation of legendary mages, and he was hiding in a small shop like a little squirt at the bottom of society, staring at Xiao Long Bao without any appetite. (To be continued.) )