Qianye walked around the garbage dump and found that the scorpion needle had turned into a pile of parts, completely damaged and scrapped. He separated the parts and carefully buried them in all corners of the dump.

The Scorpion Needle is the standard weapon of the Red Scorpion, and it is the only one, so even a part cannot be exposed at will, otherwise it will cause endless trouble.

Then it's time to dispose of the werewolf corpses, especially those with human bite marks.

But Thousand Nights is a little strange, werewolves are a race that values groups very much. They easily wouldn't let the corpses of their clansmen expose the wilderness so much, and now that so many werewolves are dying here, they have never seen a new werewolf come to clean up the aftermath, indicating that something is probably wrong to the entire tribe.

After a thousand nights, he found two spurs used by the night pupil, and then cleaned a dagger of a blood warrior, which was all his self-defense weapons. As for some of the bits and pieces he originally brought out, along with the red scorpion saber, I don't know where they fell.

The night had not yet passed, and the wind was still cold in the moor. I don't know if the sword hanging above his head for a long time finally has the possibility of disappearing, Qianye looked up at the blood moon that occupied half of the sky, and he didn't feel the slightest bloodthirsty agitation, and even felt that the color of the crimson was a little lighter, maybe the crimson night would pass in two days.

Dawn will come.

However, despite temporarily removing the threat of the Dark Blood, Thousand Nights still needs to be cautious and try to avoid the Imperial Military and the Gatelord Family. There are strong people like clouds, and God knows who will find that he has half of the dark blood flowing in his body.

Thousand Nights first has to go back to Lighthouse Town. After all, he hadn't shown up for five days, but in a chaotic place like the Eternal Night Continent, a person's disappearance would not cause much commotion around him.

After a few hours of running, the lighthouse town appeared in front of Qianye's eyes. The town didn't seem to have changed, but Senya felt a little too quiet. It was almost dawn, and it was still black near the horizon, but the sky above it was beginning to turn white and shimmer. At this time, at least the scavengers should get up and start preparing to pack for the outing.

Instead of going straight to the gate, which had not yet been repaired, it was equal to being open, but went around to the side and slowly approached the city wall.

From where Qianye stood, the bald sheriff sat on the castle tower, his hat upside down on his face, as if he was dozing. Obviously, before the town gate was repaired, the sheriff could only be on duty every day. Although the sheriff looks lethargic all the time, it is just an illusion. As far as his ability to stealthily walk, getting close at night will alert the sheriff.

Qianye chose a position a little farther away from the sheriff, jumped lightly, and went up to the city wall silently. With such a jump, Qianye clearly felt that his jumping ability had increased significantly, and he almost passed the wall of less than five meters without control. He was about to head into town when he suddenly felt that the sheriff's sleeping position seemed a little unnatural. If that posture is long, it should be very uncomfortable.

Qianyefu lowered his body, almost clinging to the city wall, approaching the castle tower. Far away, he smelled a thick smell of blood. His night vision allowed him to clearly see the blood stains on the sheriff's chest, which had long since dried up and were a little blackened, almost blending in with his black uniform.

The sheriff was dead, and there was nothing more than a corpse sitting on the tower.

Qianye chuckled in her heart, then lowered herself a little lower, and hid herself in the shadows.

Although the sheriff is only the smallest officer, he represents the order of the empire. With him, it means that the land is still owned by the Empire. So even if the outsider's strength is stronger than that of the sheriff, he doesn't dare to kill him easily. Killing the sheriff is tantamount to challenging the dignity of the Empire, and the Imperial Expeditionary Force is not far from here.

Qianye looked into the town and took a deep breath, and then found that his perception of the breath of human blood became more acute. The good news was that the scent of flesh and blood no longer caused him any hunger and thirst.

But Qianye didn't have time to be happy at all, and found that the blood in the town was actually missing by more than half!

Qianye jumped off the town wall, first walked around the outside of a few familiar ordinary residents' houses in the vicinity to make sure that they were still aborigines sleeping inside, and then sneaked towards his own Manshu Sawa bar not far away.

The bar was in shambles, with the doors that had just been installed for a few days crooked on one side, none of the windows intact, and all the furniture inside in a pile of debris, including a few shocking pools of blood.

However, from the direction of the bedroom, there was a loud snoring sound, even through the hallway, echoing in the lobby.

Instead of going straight over, Qianye went around to the back door and entered the bar, and then silently walked into the living quarters, there was no movement in the guest rooms on either side, and the sound was in his own bedroom.

A young man with a shotgun in his arms was leaning back on the sofa, sleeping soundly. This guy was obviously assigned to stay behind and wait for Thousand Nights to show up.

But after a few days of not coming back, the guy who stayed behind lost his vigilance and began to be lazy. But you can't expect too much from this kind of ruffian.

Chiya gently patted him in the face with a dagger.

The young man was immediately woken up, and the fact that he was pulled out of his deep sleep was obviously extremely upset, and before he could see who was in front of him, he spewed out a barrage of swear words.

Qianye directly smashed his fist on the stomach, immediately making him bow like a shrimp, and the second half of the foul mouth was all blocked in his throat. Chiya then pressed him face down on the couch and slammed his knee into his ribs, several times in quick succession, until he heard a few cracks of bones.

As soon as Chiya let go, the young man wanted to scream, but the chill of the short knife in his throat made him swallow all the screams back.

"What's going on here? Who sent you? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll cut off your fingers one by one. Qianye said coldly.

After the young man saw that it was Qianye, he immediately cowered and hurriedly said, "I am Yan Laohu's person. The day before yesterday, the expeditionary force sent two companies over to search for blood slaves in Lighthouse Town. We came along."

"Go on. Chiya pressed the short knife down, cutting a bloody streak in his neck.

The young man seemed to sense the calm killing intent in Qianye's eyes, and immediately shivered, and said quickly, "Gongzi Qi of Blackflow City is very dissatisfied with you and Zhao Gongzi. He's got a lot of money out of your export, and a high-end Force gun. So I found a way to get the expeditionary force to dispatch two companies to come over in the name of hunting down blood slaves, in fact, to kill you and Zhao Gongzi. ”

Qianye's heart tightened, he knew very well what the hunt for blood slaves meant to the people of Lighthouse Town.

"What about those who have disappeared?"

"Most were killed on the spot, and some were taken away by the expeditionary force. ”

"Where is Yan Laohu?" asked Qianye.

The young man trembled and said, "He's with Zhao Gongzi." ”

Qianye nodded, slowly withdrew the short knife, and said, "Since you are very honest, then I will give you a chance to live." Get out of here now, and get as far as you want!"

"Yes, yes, thank you!" the young man's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Qianye turned around and walked out, and just stepped out of the door, he suddenly threw out a prismatic thorn with his backhand. The prismatic spikes shot like lightning, instantly piercing the thug's throat!

The young gangster looked at Qianye in amazement. The shotgun in his hand was already aimed at Chiya's back, but alas, he didn't have the strength to pull the trigger anymore.

Qianye walked back and picked up the gangster's shotgun and looked at it.

This is a flintlock spear that can use homemade shotguns. Due to the rough workmanship, power and precision cannot be guaranteed beyond ten meters. But it's still a good killing weapon at close range, at least better than a short knife. Chiya threw ten shotguns out of the thug's body and threw the body on the ground, only then did he take a second look at his bar.

The bar was in shambles, even the bluestone floors had been pried open one by one, and anything of value was looted. Manjush Shahua, who had accompanied him in the darkest stages of his life, came to naught.

When she left the bar, Chiya was not angry, but unusually calm and a little excited.

This is the best state before the battle in the training of the red scorpion.

Qianye went straight to Zhao Gongzi's abandoned factory base camp, where it is said that Yan Laohu has been staying there for the past few days after taking over Lighthouse Town.

The light of day had not yet descended on the horizon, and the silhouettes of the tall factories in front of them were eerie, like monsters ready to devour people. There is only one factory building in it that has been renovated by Zhao Gongzi and can be inhabited. Everything else is in ruins.

There were obvious signs of fighting outside the plant, and bullet casings were scattered everywhere.

Qianye picked up a bullet case and looked at it, and her heart immediately sank slightly.

This bullet is the standard assault rifle cartridge of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, and although this gun is an antique item that was retired decades ago, it is much more powerful than ordinary home-made weapons.

Since the other party can use a large number of military weapons, Zhao Gongzi is probably already more than lucky.

The door of the factory was open, but Qianye did not enter it head-on, but ran a few steps, and then leaped to the outer wall, climbed all the way up with the help of momentum, and turned to the top of the factory in a blink of an eye.

Yan Laohu did not set up a sentry here, so Qianye passed through the exit on the roof of the building and entered the factory very smoothly.

The interior of the factory has three floors of buildings with walls attached to the walls, and the rest is the original hall with a huge power engine inside, but now it has long been turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Qianye still remembered that the top floor here was Zhao Gongzi's original residence, the middle floor was the room of the guards and gang elders, and the lower floor was occupied by ordinary members.

Qianye came down from the top floor, and naturally went to the third floor first. He walked silently outside Zhao Gongzi's bedroom, and immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, and it was no longer fresh.

Qianye paused for a moment before gently pushing open the door and looking inside.

Zhao Gongzi fell to the ground, covered with injuries, and a lower leg was gone. His last action was to struggle and crawl towards the closet, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the floor. Zhao Gongzi had a bullet hole in the center of his eyebrows, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.

Qianye had no sorrow or joy, entered the room, and squatted down beside Zhao Gongzi.