The next day, he walked out of the room like no one.

"Morning, sacrificial wine!" Mr. Yin greeted the wine.

"Early. Mr. Yin worked hard last night, let's go and rest first. Seeing Mr. Ji's thick dark circles, he couldn't bear to continue to ask him to do anything.

In order to settle the refugees who are still alive as soon as possible, the students of the school palace work in three shifts day and night, led by the two gentlemen and the wine in turn.

It was Mr. Yin who led the team just now, and now it's his turn.

After a shallow breakfast, Mr. Sarcha and Mr. Ji took action. With such a large camp, there must be a master to guard it. And the whole city has been almost found, and only the northwest corner is left.

It stands to reason that there is no need to be so cautious about the strength of the sacrificial wine. But judging from the day and night of searching the school palace and the oral accounts of the refugees, the northwest corner is a notoriously black area. Since King Yan's army was basically in the northeast corner, it was inevitable that the management of the northwest corner would be negligent during the war. In addition, the northwest corner is relatively chaotic, so many refugees think that there is no need to go there.

Mr. Samurai and Mr. Ji are also having a headache. First of all, it is certainly not a good kind to be able to stay in the northwest corner during or after the war. Is it necessary to risk saving such a person? It doesn't seem necessary. Are there any civilians in the northwest corner who are forced to go there and are waiting for rescue? I don't know. The northwest corner is adjacent to the Northern Regions, and there is usually no one to take care of it, will there be a mole mixed in? It's hard to say.

Checking one's identity during and after the war is always a big problem. Those north-west snakes can casually point to an empty house where they don't usually live in it and say that it's his house, and at this time there are ruins everywhere, how can there be any books to check for them?

But in any case, the two discussed for a while, and finally felt that this northwest corner still had to be visited. After all, the three of them are tigers, and the information that the refugee said is likely to be his own hearsay, plus there is the interference of his own emotions, and what he said is somewhat suspicious.

In order to prevent the team of the Academy Palace from being severely damaged, the priest decided to take a small team to the northwest corner to explore the way. With noon as the boundary, if you haven't brought any news back at noon, then the camp of the school palace will be transferred quickly!

In addition, the sacrificial wine agreed with Mr. Ji on some signals, and then returned to his house to make final preparations.

"Are you sure you want to go?" In the room where the wine was sacrificed, Yin Wen, who was hidden in the dark, asked.

"What does Mr. Yin think?" The sacrificial wine counted the preparations on his body and turned his head to look at the beams.

"Last night I was stargazing. The northwest corner wasn't very peaceful, but there were still some unarmed civilians there. ”

"Then I'm going to go."

"How can you be sure that those people are not lackeys from the Northwest Angle?"

"So I said go check it out." The sacrificial wine recorded Yin Wen's inference, "People don't bring too much, that is, to explore the way." ”

"Have a nice trip. I'm going to keep an eye on that mole here, so I'm not going to go. ”

"Mr. Yin, be careful, there are a lot of fish and dragons here. Don't expose it. ”

He pushed open the door and walked out.

Northwest corner.

What would have been a black zone in peacetime was even more exaggerated after the war. All kinds of small buildings are connected together, and they are torn apart and leaking everywhere. The north wind was not only wrapped in snow, but also the smell of blood that had already smelled numb, and even the strange smell of feces and urine.

What a novel experience, not next time. I don't know what the students who have fainted from the smoke think, anyway, that's what he thinks.

Arrange some disciples with poor psychological tolerance to go back, and leave some who can still endure it and continue to walk.

After walking a little deeper, he looked back at the golden wheel in the sky and estimated the time.

Three quarters in the hour.

I want to take a deep breath and adjust my mood. As a result, he was so smoked by the filthy air that he didn't dare to open his mouth, and even his breath was sinful.

Next, it's time to really go deep into the northwest corner.

Along the way, an intuition reminded me that there were not only people in the northwest corner, but also a lot.

And this intuition, the closer you get to the northwest corner, the stronger it gets.

He turned to the other students who were still following him and said, "Wait for me at the place where I sent people back just now. If you feel any commotion going on inside, you can make a move and cover me out; But if there is no commotion by then, and you don't see me, go straight back and tell the two gentlemen everything. They know how to do it. ”

"Be careful with the sacrificial wine, that disciple is waiting for you outside!" The student replied.

After arranging many other matters, the sacrificial wine went deep into the northwest corner alone.

Sure enough, I hadn't taken two steps before I heard the sound of rustling. As the priest quietly walked up to take a look, he saw a sloppy old man who didn't know what to do behind a rotten wooden wall. Just as he wanted to come near him to see what he was doing, the old man suddenly turned his face away.

Eyes facing each other......

"Whew!" The old man rolled over and ran away. In addition, the sacrificial wine realized that it was not right, and secretly followed with the Confucian etiquette.

When the old man saw the old man's back, the old man was about to turn into an alley, and the wine chased after him. After turning a corner, the man turned a corner and ran away. After repeating it a few times, the priest was shocked, this old man was not simple, not only was his physical strength abnormal, but also seemed to have a hint of deliberately leading him somewhere.

Thinking of this section, the sake slowed down, but the direction did not change, and continued to catch up along the path.

Turned a corner and didn't see anything. It seems that the other party has not noticed that he has not followed.

This alley is dead, and the only way out is to go halfway to a right turn. The sake went around the corner and looked at the snow trails, and a hint of pride flashed across his face.

After turning this corner, I entered another alley, and the footprints left behind were another turn. The priest came over unhurriedly.

Unlike other cul-de-sacs with walls at the end, this one ends with a big family. The neat and tidy gate mansion is surrounded by ruins, which can not be described as the independence of the golden rooster, which is simply very abrupt! It's like growing the only ivy in a radius of 100 miles in the barren desert that still grows strangely.

It's just that the atmosphere of this adult house in front of me is a little strange. There was no trembling before the war, no panic and hurry during the war, and no rest and recuperation after the war, but full of laughter and singing as in ordinary time.

Despite the door, the demonic laughter continued to pour into the ears of the wine. Knowing that it was likely to be a snake in front of him, but the sacrificial wine still couldn't control himself, he wanted to go up and knock on the door to ask about the situation.

"Humph!" He stretched out his hand for a moment, turned his head halfway, and saw the person who uttered the tone with his peripheral vision.

That old man.

"You don't want to die? Come with me! The old man turned around and left, and he didn't worry about whether he would secretly fail to follow up again this time.

After weighing the pros and cons, he felt that the bad old man had no hostility towards him at the moment, and maybe he could know about this family from the mouth of the bad old man, so he still decided to follow the bad old man.

This time, however, he didn't play tricks, but honestly went into a cellar with the bad old man.

There was no light in the cellar, but there were a few openings around the head, and the light from outside penetrated in. Judging from the light of daylight, the environment inside this cellar is not bad, but I don't know why this bad old man can be so sloppy, it is simply a waste of this cellar.

"You don't know me yet?" The old man asked.

The sacrificial wine looked at the old man for a while, and compared to the nervousness when they met for the first time, this time they felt that the other party was a little more familiar.

Seeing that the other party did not express his position, the bad old man was not disappointed, but laughed very freely. He took an object out of his bosom and handed it to the wine.

Besides, the sacrificial wine passed through the object, only to realize that it was a wooden knife.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you can't help but know this knife!" The old man laughed.

Is there anything special about this knife? He stroked the wooden knife in his hand and found that although it was made of wood, it had a sharp edge and was not badly durable.

What wooden knife can do this? The sacrificial wine rummaged through his memories, associating the faces in his mind with the bad old man and the wooden knife in front of him.

Finally, his eyes widened and his mouth opened subconsciously.

"Hahahaha!" The bad old man saw the other party's reaction and understood that the other party already knew who he was.

"Old wood! You ......" The sacrificial wine once again took a good look at the old man in front of him, and found that the other party was not old, but he looked old because he was too sloppy all over his body!

The old wooden man took back the wooden knife in his hand that would fall to the ground if he shook it twice, and said with a smile: "Didn't you expect me to be here?" ”

The priest nodded blankly.

"The answer is simple, their opponent is the high priest. But my opponent is Zuo Hou. The old man tidied up the corner of the wall casually, and sat down in a more comfortable position.

"Where's Zuo Hou?" Besides, the sacrificial wine is alert, the old wood is still here, it shouldn't be because Zuohou is still here.

"You guessed it." Old Wood shook his head, "Did you just go knock on the door?" ”

The sacrificial wine nodded.

"Zuo Hou is there!" The old wood looked out through the cellar opening, "It took me a long time to find out, too. As for my dress...... Old Wood pointed to the tattered coat on his body, and then pointed to the bachelor's robe of the sacrificial wine, and said, "If I want you to wear it like this, they will come out without half a pillar of incense!" ”

"Them?" Besides, the sacrificial wine found something wrong, isn't there more than one Zuohou?

"Their infiltration of us in the Northern Regions is far from being as simple as we thought." The old wood turned over a jar of wine, hammered the lid of the jar directly, and drank it.

"Don't say that the five meanings cover the sky, the most humiliating night in the Northern Regions, just say that you ......" the old wood said as he spoke, suddenly realizing something, not to mention, even the eyes that looked at the sacrificial wine changed a little.

"He sent for us." Besides, the sacrificial wine knew what the other party was afraid of, "I know that we have a ...... in the school palace"

"Hmm." Old Mu let down his guard, "Not only is the school palace so simple, but there may be ...... in places where we can't see it."