Runjun was looking at the sky, he stood on the sentry post of the Great Wall of Despair, facing the sharp howling wind, and the ice and snow in his eyes seemed to run through a thousand years. In the distance was a heavy leaden gray, the clouds and snow mingled together to make it difficult to distinguish, and the violently flying hail made a dense and dull sound against the walls. The wind and snow that are getting closer and closer, like a door, with a huge shadow scurrying between it, what is that?

It was freezing cold, and someone sighed softly. Runjun turned around and found that there was no one, and then realized that Shicai was his voice. Lately he's been in a strange state, and he's always feeling that something is wrong, and he's become very forgetful. In addition to being able to detect this change, it is also seen by others, but because of the special situation of the current situation, coupled with a certain fluke mentality, everything has been temporarily suppressed and lacks the heat to break out.

In the end, his gaze was fixed on the sword, he really couldn't remember, he didn't remember if he had changed his sword, but how could this sword ...... Feeling unfamiliar?

"You...... Have you thought about it? He wouldn't let go. Perhaps, he really didn't kill people. "With a broad voice, a strong body like a chariot, and resolute eyebrows, this is a loyal soldier.

Runjun was silent, silently walked under the eaves, the wind and snow were blocked outside, and the body under the fox coat regained some warmth. Yin Shan's brows trembled unconsciously, once upon a time, he remembered that King Xi never wore such a thing.

"Yin Shan, how long have you been here?" Run Jun suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Yin Shan was slightly stunned, and replied, "When I came, the city was still higher than the snow mountain. ”

Runjun nodded and said, "It's been longer than me, you see, now the mountain is a lot higher than the city wall." ”

Yin Shan didn't understand why Runjun wanted to lead the topic to this, yes, the Great Wall has been falling, but this is a well-known thing for the expeditionary force. Including for the royal family, it is not a secret. The walls are getting shorter and shorter, and those bloodthirsty creatures hiding in the blizzard will have an opportunity to take advantage of it. Perhaps, one day, the Great Wall of Desperation will be completely buried in the snowfield, and by that time, the western border will be lost, and the undead will enter the hinterland in a big way, and the day when the resources will be exhausted, the kingdom of heaven will surely perish.

"I think you should check it out again. Yin Shan kindly proposed.

Runjun wanted to refuse, but it can be seen that Yin Shan's attitude is resolute, but he still acquiesced, and the two figures disappeared into the vast snow curtain. The old brick walls, for the time being, can isolate the blizzard, retain some temperature, and on both sides of the tunnel, there are flat square-like depressions, and the inside is equipped with iron baskets for torches, which is full of light and bright. The Great Wall still retains the original appearance of the ancestors' projects, and no routes have been laid out, which is due to various considerations. Among them, the most prominent is that the torch has better stability and practicality than when the power system is completely paralyzed by an enemy attack.

"At your orders, we have left the body in its original position. Yin Shan told the two guards to step back, turned sideways and said, "The time of death is five days, the corpse is stiff, there are no corpse spots, the skin is blue-gray, and the pupils are dry and lose their luster. ”

Runjun added, "The muscles are still elastic, and the hair has not fallen out. ”

Yin Shan was silent for a long time and said, "The suspect is in prison, and he has not been able to enter a drop of water for the past few days, and he has already gone a little insane under torture. ”

"Go check it out. Runjun whispered, and the two walked deeper into the ground side by side.

There is no real prison under the Great Wall, because there is no such thing as a traitor here, and there is a cemetery underneath, a huge and silent cemetery. It was used to bury the dead and occasionally to hold prisoners. Probably the feeling of being around the dead is too maddening, after all, there is no chief here, which means that there is not even half a person to talk to. The prisoner repeatedly cycled between coma and sober loneliness after the sentence, and no matter how strong his will was, he could not bear a few tosses.

"It's here. Walking all the way through the long and narrow stone road, passing countless tombstones, Yinshan suddenly paused, turned around and nodded slightly to Runjun, his finger pointed to one place, there was a clearing.

There was a man kneeling in the clearing.

He was naked, and there were not many wounds on the surface of his body, not like he had been tortured, but he had dense pinholes on his arms, and it was obvious that the methods of expeditionary military torture had evolved from physical pain to mental torture.

"Wake up. Runjun's voice was plain, as if there was a kind of magic, and under his order, the sleeping prisoner really popped open his eyelids.

"King of the West. The man's dry lips twitched, and he finally spat out a few words, "I didn't kill ...... Not...... Homicide. ”

Runjun's eyes were very calm, and he said, "I know, this is the sixth year of the vigil, you two brothers have a deep relationship, and there is no conflict of interest, you have no motive to kill at all." ”

The depressed suspect's eyes widened, as if he had instantly regained a lot of energy, and he said with an extremely pained and puzzled expression, "Then why do you ...... Why ...... exactly"

"Because I want you to open your mouth and tell the truth about that night. Runjun narrowed his eyes and walked closer to him, his side face blurry and somewhat stumbling in the not-so-bright light.

"Truth...... What the truth ......" The suspect's voice became lower and lower, and the whole person became shriveled again, hanging his head and shrinking into a ball.

Runjun knew that he intended to hide it, so he pulled out the sword at his waist, and the name of the sword was Dark Hill. The sword came out of its sheath, and then the undercurrent surged, and the gloomy aura spread silently, like a ghost dancing wildly.

Yin Shan suppressed the disgust in his heart, he stared at the back of the West King, only feeling strange, why did the West King's spiritual power change so much in a short period of time? What did he experience during this trip to the Imperial City, and what did it mean to the West Realm?

Screams, roars of pain, echoed in the air, and over the empty cemetery, such heart-rending sounds echoed for a long time. The dark mound was sheathed, the black gas dissipated, Runjun looked at the retching suspect, and suddenly said, "Xiao Zhao, your name is Xiao Zhao, right? Please tell me, what did you see that night, and why did the flash ghost let you go alone?"

This word touched Xiao Zhao's nerves of fear, and he kept shrinking back in fear, covering his head tremblingly, and didn't dare to look at Runjun again.

Yin Shan was slightly stunned, then relieved, and then confused.

Runjun didn't intend to let Xiao Zhao go, he pressed forward step by step, and asked loudly, "Did you wipe the white ash off the wall?" Or did you move the corpse and fake the scene? What is your purpose? Who are you?!"

Xiao Zhao stopped crying, he looked at Runjun with empty eyes, and said unconsciously in his mouth, "The first day has come, the Great Wall has fallen, and the army of the undead has crossed the snowfield, and we are all going to die, and we are all going to die." ”

Yin Shan stepped forward and sighed, "It seems that we can only go here today." ”

"No, I've got the answer I wanted. Runjun didn't mean to be frustrated at all, and sometimes he asked questions, not to get an accurate answer, but to test some conjectures.