The quicksand rolls like angry waves, and under the dazzling sunlight, the dark yellow sand grains and bright red blood stains are intertwined, reflecting a tragic picture. In the distance, the wind blew through with the sand, and the wafting smell of blood mingled with the smell of dust, exuding a disgusting oppression.

What was once a quiet and peaceful village is now nothing but rubble and broken walls. The doors of every house were broken, and the windows were empty, and there was no life in sight. Broken wooden roofs, smoky bricks, and scattered objects all tell the story of what happened in the land not so long ago.

Not far away, several bandits were rummaging through the relics of the villagers, looting gold and silver treasures. From time to time, small disputes broke out between them over the insignificant amount of possessions. Their rude laughter and shouts were heard, which contrasted sharply with the desolate scene.

One of the bandits raised his hand, rubbed the marks left on the rough cloth, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "This dress is really uncomfortable to wear, and it can finally be changed." His emaciated body was almost swallowed up by the garment, and the sun shone through the clouds on his dark skin.

Another bandit with a tall head and solid muscles glanced at him: "In order to blend in with the homeless people, it would be good to have clothes to wear, why didn't you dislike having no clothes to wear when you were bare-chested in the southern country?" ”

The bandit touched the sticky sweat on his chest and said, "Is that because I don't want to wear it, it's the same as not having to wear it?" ”

The tall bandit snorted and didn't say anything more.

The dark-skinned bandit crouched down and began to look for suitable clothing next to the corpse on the ground. Every time he turned over a corpse, he showed a look of extreme dissatisfaction.

Soon, he picked up a piece of clothing that looked quite good, and sighed in admiration: "These miscellaneous clothes worn by the Central Plains are so good, all of them are the glory and wealth obtained by squeezing our people in the Southern Regions, I really want to kill all these miscellaneous clothes."

On the other side, in the middle of the village.

A "bandit" stood at the center of the catastrophe, his ragged clothes, his face was carved with frost and scars, he held a bloodstained steel knife, his eyes were cold, as if he didn't care about all this, and there were still coagulated drops of blood hanging on the tip of the knife, one or two, slowly dripping on the sand, merging with the previous blood.

"Boss, the guards told us that the people from the imperial court are coming soon, where are we going next?"

The sturdy man who spoke just now stepped forward, looked at the bandit in the center and asked.

Judging from the evil aura exuded from his body, he at least had the level of a Fifth Realm martial cultivator.

The bandit, known as "The Boss", retracted his gaze and spoke:

"Let's go towards the center of the city."

"City center? Grum said that there are monks from the high realms, and we won't be able to stay long. Isn't it a self-imposed trap to go now? ”

The sturdy man couldn't help frowning and said.

The leader of the "bandits" glanced at him and explained lightly:

"Walking to the center of the city, naturally someone will pick us up, and don't forget, our original purpose is to go to the center of Bianzhou."

"It's a good saying, but if you go, you may not be able to come back."

The sturdy man seemed a little dissatisfied, and complained.

The leader of the "bandits" slapped him on the head, with an unparalleled momentum, the sturdy man took it in a hurry, staggered back several steps before stopping, and then his arms were red and purple, and he looked at each other in embarrassment and amazement.

"The next time I say something like this, I'll screw your head off."

The leader of the "bandits" said in a serious tone:

"We are here for the glory of the Kassa, I don't want anyone to be close to the target and retreat for fear of death, the warriors of the Kasa clan are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice."

"Kana Yi Nan. He's not the one we swear allegiance to, so why should we?"

Before the words fell, he was directly sent out.

The surrounding "bandits" seemed to notice the movement here and looked over one after another.

The sturdy man staggered to his feet with some reluctance, and looked at the leader with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"If you're not satisfied, you'll come and kill me, and then the Kasa warriors will listen to you."

"If you don't have it, shut your mouth, Tulam."

The voice came, and after a long silence, the sturdy man known as Tulam, drew a cross on his chest with his knife.

"Yes, Boss."

This is a posture of confession.

Lucan, the leader of the "bandits", retracted his gaze, stood on a slightly high sand dune, and spoke to the others.

"Casa warriors, it's time to go."

Around him, the other members of the "Rogue Bandits" also stopped their ongoing raids and looked up at their leader. The wind blew up the sand, and clothing and bloody weapons fluttered in the wind.

At the same time, Bianzhou.

Su Jiming sat in the six-door official office.

In front of him sat a woman with outstanding temperament, her long hair was simply tied behind her head, and a few strands were scattered in front of her forehead, adding a bit of capable temperament. Her hands rested on the wooden table, her fingers were long, the tips of her nails were painted a faint gold, and she wore a delicate ring on it.

The six-door official uniform she wore was extremely elegant. The dress was made of dark green silk cloth embroidered with a totem of gold thread, and the body was close to show her surprisingly good figure, and the wide cuffs were inlaid with delicate gold trim. A thin belt of the same color was tied around the waist, and the buckle was engraved with the tokens of the six doors.

It is the head of the six doors of Bianzhou.

- Gu Shaozhen.

It is said that the relationship between the six doors and the Guogong Mansion is not good, after all, the relationship between the two sides in the political arena is hostile, so this Gu Zongsi has no good face towards Su Jiming.

There is a lot of information about this Su Jiming Su Shizi in the six doors, and even a lot of the evidence used to impeach that Xiangguo was collected from this Su Shizi, so Su Jiming is no stranger to Gu Shaozhen.

I heard that the other party was driven from the imperial capital to Bianzhou because he made a big mistake, and he has recently been very close to the gangs on the rivers and lakes, and both the Sword Sect and the Spirit Sect have monks from the seventh realm who have come to Bianzhou for him.

Gu Shaozhen has never liked this kind of gentleman who likes to use the power of the rivers and lakes to show his identity.

Especially this kind of gentleman who has heard of it for a long time.

Some time ago, the other party also disrupted the plan of the Six Doors to hunt down the Ghost Sect.

All these things are added together, Gu Shaozhen's impression of this Su Shizi can be said to be extremely low.

"Okay, the tea has also been drunk, I think Su Shizi should also explain his intention, the six doors are not a place to play at home."

"If Su Shizi has nothing to do to disrupt the normal office of my six doors, I don't mind playing the Holy Lord again and impeaching your mansion."

When Su Jiming heard this, he glanced at Nie Qian beside him.

The latter understood, and threw out something wrapped in rags.

Gu Shaozhen couldn't help frowning.

I heard Su Jiming speak:

"Since Mr. Gu is in such a hurry to ask, then I will get straight to the point."

"I'm here to borrow someone."

Gu Shaozhen only felt absurd when she heard this, she sneered and said:

"Borrowing? The person who borrowed my six doors from the Guogong Mansion? ”

Before the words fell, she saw the woman beside Su Jiming open the rags.

The next moment, what she wanted to say was held in her mouth.

I don't know why the title can't be added

(End of chapter)