"Nope." Yao Qi said simply, her attitude was full of respect and meekness, but her face was expressionless.

Han Changwan looked at Yao Qi, her face was expressionless, she didn't even blink her eyelids, she didn't say anything about the beautiful smile, and the word "unwilling" was written all over her body.

He was puzzled, pulled his cloak, and said lightly: "Let's go, spend the night in Hongyagou tonight." ”

The terrain of Hongyagou is extremely low, it is said that the ditch is actually a narrow valley at both ends, the middle is wide, both sides are rolling mountains, the smooth official road winds in the valley, the widest place in the valley, there is a dilapidated small post station, for the people to rest.

In the cold winter wax moon, there is no half of a figure on the official road, the evening sun is gray, the fog is in the red cliff ditch, and the post station is faintly standing in the distance.

The valley was quiet, and the knife-like cold wind fell on the face, and the cut face was painful and cold.

Such terrain is indeed the most suitable for ambush.

Han Changdu's back straightened, and he rode his horse through the mist, along the winding official road, and went straight to the post station.

He was not afraid of any ambush and siege, on the contrary, he couldn't wait for this siege to find out who leaked his whereabouts and who the spies in the assassination mansion were.

He urged the horse to take a few steps back, retreated to Qingqian's side, and walked side by side with her, and said with a gloomy face, "Be careful." ”

The horse's hooves crunched lightly on the thick snow, and the sound echoed through the empty valley, which was even more deadly against the background.

Qingqian shrank his neck, raised his eyes to look at Han Changdui in horror, and his hand involuntarily clenched the reins: "Gong, Gongzi?" ”

"Don't be afraid." Han Changwan patted Qingqian's hand, pondered for a moment, reached out to grab her, and took her to his horse to sit sideways, and said in a low voice, "With me, it's okay." ”

Qing Qian turned sideways slightly, clinging to Han Changdu's waist tightly, and sighed lowly.

Passing through a narrow valley path, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the whistling mountain wind also eased a little, only entrenched in the mountains and whined.

The rolling hills are covered with withered vegetation and snow, and occasionally there are snow-thin places, revealing black jagged rocks.

The view here is wide, the mountains covered in silver have an unobstructed view, there is no place to hide people, and there is not even half a footprint on the plain white snow.

Han Changdui and his party entered the Red Cliff Ditch, and did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, more than a dozen people urged the horses to gallop, the horses' hooves stepped on the snow and frozen ice, and the sound of rattling was like thunder, whirling in the valley.

But the strange thing is that no one in the post station has ever come out to check, and it has been quiet, without the slightest movement, as if it was empty.

Yao Qi urged the horse to catch up with Han Changdu, looked in the direction of the post station, and his face was slightly gloomy: "My lord, something is wrong with the post station." ”

Han Changdui narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Spend the night at the post station tonight and see what kind of ghost it is." ”

Yao Qi glanced at Han Changwan in surprise.

Is this person crazy, shouldn't such a dangerous place be rushed out and rushed overnight?

Han Changdui noticed Yao Qi's gaze, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "You can be safe and sound in the hands of the Turks, just a few little ghosts, and it is not a problem to think about it." ”

Yao Ji choked up, speechless, turned the horse's head to meet the ten guards of the Assassin's Mansion, and exchanged a few words with the leader, the leader turned around and waved the horsewhip a few times, and the ten guards urged the horse to step forward and lined up in a neat queue.

Everyone's expressions were solemn, and the subtle changes and movements around them fell into their eyes and ears without any difference.

The two soldiers at the front drew a feather arrow from the quiver on their legs, and put it on the bow, which silently drew the string.

And the soldiers scattered around, their hands pressed on the hilt of their swords.

Yao Qi fell at the rear, his bow was full of strings, and he took three feather arrows, and the translucent filament on his wrist was stretched straight, and he could shoot out in an instant.

Han Changdui followed behind the two pro-soldiers, pressed his head, and said in a low voice: "Bow your head, lie down." ”

Qing Qian shuddered for a moment, hurriedly lowered his body, and clinged to the horse's head, even his breathing became rapid due to nervousness.

The wind whistled past his ears, the horses under his crotch were as fast as lightning, and the long sword was horizontal in front of him, Han Changdui pursed his lips, and the two of them swept forward like a gallop.

Hearing only the sound of "dang chang", he suddenly raised his sword and struck the flying feather arrows into the air.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rattling around him, and countless feathered arrows flashed with cold white light, shooting head-on from all directions.

When the sound of the long cry was endless, the sword in Han Changdu's hand kept flying dense feather arrows, and occasionally a fish that slipped through the net approached the door with a cold strong wind, he tilted his head slightly, and the feather arrows flew past his ears.

After a few breaths, Han Changdui had already broken through the most dangerous place where the feather arrows were most dense, and gradually approached the post station, and the rumbling sound behind him also subsided unconsciously.

He stood in front of the inn, which was pitch black and unbright, with a thick pile of snow on the eaves and walls, and a messy trail of footprints on the snow in the courtyard.

The two soldiers who rushed to the post station first bowed down and said, "My lord, I have already seen it, and the people in the post station are all dead." ”

Han Changdui nodded with a calm face and did not speak, this was expected, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see that Yao Qi and the other soldiers had already entered the mountains on both sides, and their figures turned into extremely small black spots.

Qing Qian raised his head on the horse and said in surprise: "Childe, Miss Aqi, what are they?" ”

Han Changwan pursed his lips and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll be back in a while." ”

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the dark mountains were undulating on the horizon, the deep sky was dotted with a looming cold moon, and the snow emitted a bright and white cold light.

Han Changdui and the four of them had already dismounted, did not light the lamp, and each found a dark place to stay.

There was a dead silence all around, except for the occasional half-short scream, sharp and miserable.

Qingqian's scalp was numb when he heard it, and fine goosebumps floated on his arms, and he only felt cold all over his body.

Han Changdui stood with his hands in the night, his ink-colored cloak blown by the wind, and the hunting sound.

I don't know how long it took, the wind swept in the bloody air, and the sound of horses' hooves came quickly.

The horse that rushed to the front was lit by a lamp, and the night breeze blew, and the bright lights flickered and cast a huge black shadow on the ground.

Seeing the familiar and strange horse lantern, Han Changdui's tightly tensed heartstrings suddenly loosened, and he hurriedly greeted it, but there was no emotion on his face, and said lightly: "What's wrong." ”

Yao Ji turned over and dismounted, dragged down the two men lying on the back of the horse and threw them to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly: "I caught two alive, and the other eight are dead. ”

Han Changdui nodded, pinched the chin of one of them, and looked at it: "The fangs are all hit." ”

Yao Qi nodded: "Yes, it's all gone." ”

Han Changdui saw the blood on Yao Qi's clothes, was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Are you injured?" ”

Only then did Yao Qi notice the blood on his clothes, patted his hand, and smiled easily: "Someone else's." ”

Han Changwan grinned and asked again, "Are there any other casualties?" ”

Yao Qi nodded: "One person was seriously injured, and two were slightly injured. ”

Han Changdui stared at the dark post station, and ordered lightly: "It will take a while for them to go back to report the news, I will try these two people, you and Qing Qian will deal with the injured people together, and then make some hot meals, at the latest tomorrow morning, there will be a fierce battle." ”

Yao Ji responded to the matter very happily and took his soldiers into the post station.

Han Changdui dragged the two men into another room.

The room was filled with a cold smell and a slight unpleasant smell.

He lit two lamps, and the dim candle flame illuminated half of the room.

There were several people stacked on the kang in this room, their bodies were stiff, the blood stains on their bodies had dried up, and the lingering smell was the smell of blood and corpses mixed together.

In such a cold winter, the corpse can be preserved for a long time without decay.

These people had been frozen for a long time, their bodies were covered with a layer of thin ice mixed with blood, their faces were sallow, and a blood hole the size of a thumb was pierced in their chests, and the blood was congealed.

One blow kills, without the slightest trace of struggle and resistance, is the work of a master.

After carefully looking through a few corpses, Han Changdui wiped the floating ash off the bed, sat down with his robe, and raised his chin at the two people who were paralyzed on the ground: "Let's see, do you want to be like them, or do you want to get out alive." ”

It is human nature to be afraid of death, not to mention facing a few corpses that are miserable and violent in the wilderness, these two people are not iron-clad, hearing Han Changdui's words, they rushed to ask: "Are you willing to let us go?" ”

Han Changdui said sarcastically and lightly: "Then it depends on what you all say?" ”

The two looked at each other, their hearts sank, and they asked in unison, "What do you want to know?" ”

Han Changdui flicked his fingers, his expression indifferent and cold: "Then, I will ask one by one, and you will answer after thinking clearly, and think clearly about whether you want to die or live." ”

He is a veteran of torture and interrogation, and he has been immersed in officialdom for more than ten years, and he has a killing intent that is not angry and self-threatening.

The two saw the murderous intent in Han Changdu's eyes, and the horror in each other's eyes, so they didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and said the word "good" in unison.

This post station is backed by the mountains, it was built by the previous dynasty, after nearly a hundred years of wind and rain erosion, and has not been well repaired, the whole post station is quite crumbling and dilapidated.

There were only three rooms in the inn, and a stove was built against the wall in the courtyard, and there was a stable next to the stove.