In other words, the Ling family has left nothing in history.

This clue was broken, and Chitose sighed regretfully.

Yan Saburo comforted her softly: "It's expected." After all, 800 years have passed. "What traces can the old things of 800 years ago leave today?

The long river of time is merciless, and I don't know how much evidence has been annihilated.

Then Yan Saburo asked about the three-eyed monster "Bogo".

The three town elders perked up and opened the conversation again, but it was nothing more than that the monster was ferocious and cunning, infinitely powerful, and could clone and control ghosts...... Yan Saburo shook his head secretly when he heard this.

He had fought with the three-eyed monster, and knew that the thing was more than ferocious, lacking in spirituality, and did not have so many great magical powers.

Legend is like this, and in the process of oral transmission from generation to generation, it naturally contributes to it.

The old man of the town was dizzy, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and the more he spoke, the more foaming his mouth became: "If you look carefully at Bo Wutu, you will see a line of small words on it: When the hour comes, the sky is hidden." It likes to kill before dawn!"

"yes. "Chitose doesn't have a good airway, "And 'one day of eclipse, one day of sleep', how can there be such a regular work and rest of monsters?"

The old man stroked his beard and retorted: "There are four seasons of heaven and earth, people eat two meals, work during the day and sleep at night, this is the law. Maybe the monster has its own routine. ”

This kind of talk can't be fought for a lifetime. Yan Saburo hurriedly interrupted:

"And according to legend, where does this monster appear most often?"

"Qinglian Mountain. The town elder did not hesitate, "There are not many people to eat in the town, and it likes to ambush pedestrians coming and going to Qinglian Mountain the most." ”

"Why?"

"Then I don't know. ”

"One more thing. Chitose spoke, "I see that the bogo on the portrait has no tail, why do the amulets and talismans you sell here have tails?"

"The portrait was painted by Master Ling Yuan, and according to the records he saw in the town chronicles, Bo Wu did not have a tail. "But the townsfolk say that monsters have tails." In the end, Master Ling Yuan took Zhenzhi as the standard to start writing. ”

After asking this, the old men had nothing to say, and Yan Saburo sent them out.

Seeing that Chitose was a little frustrated, Yan Saburo simply went to the back kitchen of the hotel and personally cooked a casserole fish head for her.

It was the coldest time of the year, and the lake behind the inn was frozen enough for horses to run, and the locals dug holes to catch the big fish for the winter, each of which was fat and strong, and the longest was nearly four feet (one meter three).

Yan Saburo used such a good ingredient, and then threw a few pieces of tender tofu freshly made in the local tofu factory, and the fish soup served on the table was rich milky white, and together with the refreshing fragrance, it made Chitose index finger move.

She raised her spoon and took a sip to drink it, warming her heart and stomach, and she didn't know where she was driven to when she was a little disgusted.

It's just that she only drank half a bowl, and Shi Congyi strode in from outside:

"It smells good, it smells good!"

He stood on the edge of the table and sniffed twice, rubbing his hands, "Can I, eh?"

Yan Saburo immediately instructed the store to send another set of bowls and chopsticks over and make soup for him himself. Who makes himself owe him a favor?

Chitose glared at Shi Congyi, this person dared to come and snatch her fish soup to drink?

"You've got a lot more in this pot. Shi Congyi couldn't wait to take the bowl and took a sip of it, "It's delicious, it's delicious." I can't imagine that there are good cooks in such a small place!"

The good cook was silent.

"I've drunk it, let's get down to business first!" Chitose saw that he wanted to stretch out again, so he hurriedly blocked him with words. This guy rushed in, there was clearly something, how could he not be in a hurry when he smelled the smell of fish soup?

"Oh. Shi Congyi really put down the bamboo chopstick, "There was a murder case in this vicinity, and two strangers died last night." I'm about to rush over and have a look, would you like to come along?"

He did everything possible to find General Lu's team, and he would not let go of any clues, not to mention that two lives were lost?

"Go. Yan Saburo didn't think twice, "Where?"

"Huzhou. ”

Yan Saburo and Chitose glanced at each other when they heard this, so coincidentally?

"What?" Shi Congyi is also good at observing colors.

Yan Saburo then told Huang Erfang the news he had just heard. "The townspeople only saw the monster in Huzhou the day before yesterday, and there was a murder yesterday. Coincidentally?"

"Coincidentally. Shi Congyi put the bowl down, "Let's go!"

"What's the hurry? People are dead, and they won't run away. Chitose knocked on the casserole and pulled Yan Saburo to sit down, "After eating the meat and drinking the soup, I'll go." ”

This good pot of soup can't be wasted!

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An hour later, Yan Saburo stood at the water's edge of Huzhou.

The great river flows through the local area to form an alluvial land, and people call it Huzhou. The soil here is fertile, the water network is vertical and horizontal, and it has the reputation of a hundred miles of granary.

However, the cold wind in the wax moon is swishing, the fertile fields are full of frozen soil, and the suburbs are silent, and there is not even a shadow of a bird.

"So, why did those two die here?" Chitose looked down at the dead body in front of him.

The two men were in their thirties, and they didn't die together. One fell in the woods, and the other died on the shore. They didn't have many wounds on their bodies, one had his eyeball gouged out, the other had his heart pierced, but the fatal wounds were all in the throat.

"The murderer was very powerful, although he bit his throat to death, but the injury was similar to beheading. "The person who died near the lake had his neck almost severed, and only one cervical vertebra was left connected to his body.

Yan Saburo was checking the injury, and Shi Congyi walked over from behind, followed by a local guide: "This is not a sharp blade, but a minion, or the murderer used a huge steel claw." ”

"Hmm. "The wound on the deceased's throat was formed by the strong tearing of a sharp object, and it was even more obvious on the body, and the wound always appeared in groups of three, running through his body and lower limbs, but parallel to each other. "Like a bear claw, just magnified at least doubled. "What's more, this kind of wound, he and Chitose have seen with their own eyes.

In Red Crossbow Mountain, the Three-Eyed Monster summoned by the Avant-garde King can create such wounds.

Yan Saburo scanned the surroundings, especially staring at the ground for a long time.

"There are no footprints. Shi Congyi frowned, "The mud and sand on the shore are frozen, and they are as hard as stones." "The shore has been eroded for a long time, and the mud is soft enough to leave footprints, but in the wax moon, they are as hard as ice.

He handed over a short sword: "What fell on the deceased's side was probably his weapon." ”

Yan Saburo took it and looked at it twice, there was nothing special, but he secretly lucked his true power, and the sword body glowed with a faint white light. "He's a stranger. ”

It's a magic artifact.

"One died in the woods, the other on the shore. Yan Saburo looked into the woodland, "That is, they fled and were killed one by one. ”