Lu Heng smiled slightly: "Oh? why?"

"Because it's dangerous!" the patriarch unconsciously raised his voice. "You are all young people in the prime of life, why are you in such a hurry to die? ”

Lu Heng looked at the fighter who was set aside, and said, "When you see my skills, you still think that I am sent to death?"

The patriarch said: "Young man, you are very powerful, I admit it. But the most powerful thing in the world is never martial arts, you know?"

"Is there anything more powerful than martial arts?

The old patriarch smiled coldly: "Hehe." Tricks, conspiracy traps, which one can you bear? And the most vicious -- people's hearts. ”

"The ...... of people's hearts"

You can't imagine how twisted and cold-blooded it can be. Listen to me, go back, and live your life. The old man dissuaded again.

Lu Heng suddenly smiled: "It's a pity, I'm a heartless person." I don't know what you're talking about.

You name it, it's okay. People choose their own paths, and you don't have to feel guilty about other people's choices. ”

The patriarch sighed, "That's fine." Good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts, so I'll tell you. The person you want to look up, I know a little bit about ......"

Zhao Huanli asked like a cannon: "What is his name, what does he look like, and what does he do?"

The patriarch shook his head: "I don't know anything about this. What I learned was the man's tribal background. As you can see......" he gestured to the people who were talking to each other.

"We Qiang people have always taken sheep as a totem, and we must wear a sheep's head mask to show respect when sacrificing. But we can't only have one thing in our lives, and no one will wear such an inconvenient and strange thing out of the house in normal times.

However, there is one sub-clan that is different. For twelve hours a day, they wished they would never take off the mask. ”

Zhao Huanqi said: "Do you Qiang people still have branches?"

The old man glanced at her with a little disdain: "Of course." The history of our Qiang people can be traced back to the Yan and Huang periods, and it is not shorter than that of your Han people. Isn't it too normal that such an ancient people has several branches?

Take our Baihufan territory as an example, there are yak Qiang, Baima Qiang, Tsing Yi Qiang, Shenwolf Qiang and other departments. These people either live as nomads or simply live with the Han Chinese, and they are all ordinary people.

But only one is different.

They were very few in number, and they were the descendants of the 'Ori Sumire', who was in charge of the war. As early as the Yan and Huang periods, these people advocated the expansion of the tribe through constant warfare, and were later expelled because they were too extreme.

But thousands of years of ups and downs have not killed them, but have tempered them, making them as tenacious as weeds.

According to their texts, we live in an era in which only a short time of peace remains. A troubled era that will last for three hundred years is about to begin, and the King of Darkness has descended to slaughter all nations and scorched the earth.

They have been preparing for that day.

And now, they've been summoned in some kind and they're starting to move......"

Zhao Huan's forehead unconsciously broke into a cold sweat and asked, "That'...... What's the name of their tribe?"

The old man looked into the void and trembled and spit out two words: "Blood Qiang." ”

Lu Heng asked, "According to what you mean, the murderer is a person from the Blood Qiang tribe?"

The patriarch nodded: "Only this is possible." Because I had seen him with my own eyes, the executioner of what the people called him, the 'sheep-headed ghost'!

At that time, our Dulan County was still controlled by the Liang Xuanwei Division, and the officials they sent out to collect grain were more and more fierce than the other. The last old man surnamed Bao came with soldiers, with leather whips and steel forks, to capture our people back as slaves.

Until then, I thought there were no slaves in the girders......

The children didn't want to leave their mother, they cried and argued, and my heart was about to break.

In the end, I had no choice, so I took my people to pick up hoes, pickaxes, kitchen knives, and cut some of the purple herbs—the kind that Jiang Luo had taken just now, and went to rebel.

We rushed to the government office in a rage, but we saw the most unforgettable scene in this life: the palace was as terrible as hell, and all the poor people were slaughtered.

The man in the sheep's head mask stood in the middle of the courtyard, quietly admiring what he had done. ”

Lu Heng said: "In this case, you should thank him." ”

The patriarch shook his head: "No, we won't be grateful to him. He wasn't fighting, he was killing. Speaking of which, do you know how we differ from the Blood Qiang Mask?"

Lu Heng and Zhao Huan shook their heads at the same time.

"The colors are different. The patriarch handed his mask to Lu Heng.

I saw that this mask was exquisitely made, and it was made of a whole piece of pure white sheep's scalp supplemented by cowhide, which was both light and strong.

The patriarch continued, "In the past, there were many people who suspected that the 'sheep-headed ghost' was our Qiang, but I knew at a glance that it was not the case.

It was thought that his mask was originally white, but it turned red because it was stained with blood.

But they were wrong, the mask of the 'sheep-headed ghost' was red, just because their tribe was called Bloodqiang! their totem was a red sheep!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Huan shouted like an empowerment: "I understand, it is so different, that's why it attracts the attention of shepherds and beasts!"

Lu Heng asked, "In that case, how can I find them." ”

The old man smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, they will come to you." But if you want to take the initiative, you can do that...... As you said, the path is all your own choice. ”

Lu Heng smiled and motioned for him to continue.

The patriarch continued: "We Qiang and Blood Qiang are of the same ancestry, and we all celebrate the same festivals. It's just that we sacrifice food to the gods, and the blood...... You can only use human heads!"

Zhao Huan's heart sank, and he asked in a lost voice: "Tell me quickly, where is his lair?"

The patriarch shook his head: "I don't know. But I know who he wants to kill the most. ”

Zhao Huan's breath couldn't help but tremble: "What...... Which ones?"

The patriarch's gaze became as sharp as a knife: "The one who hinders him." He stretched out his finger, pointed at Lu Heng, and then pointed at Zhao Huan, "Like you, and you." It's all his goal. ”

Zhao Huan seemed to feel two beams of hideous eyes staring at him, and immediately his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

But Lu Heng held her. "But we're alright, aren't we?"

"Yes, yes......" Zhao Huan replied while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"But ah......" The patriarch suddenly stretched out his voice, "There may be more than just the two of you who are investigating the 'sheep-headed ghost'! ”

Zhao Huan was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized something, and exclaimed: "Hurry up, Zhao Xuan is in danger!"

Lu Heng also understood.

In addition to the two of them, the only person who investigated the "sheep-headed ghost" was Zhao County Order, and in the eyes of the sheep-headed ghost, Zhao County Order was an official, and the weight was naturally heavier.

The two rushed out of the cave and went straight to the direction of the county government.

But Zhao Huan's body was too slow, Lu Hengyi picked her up and ran on the staggered eaves.

The blood-colored moon rose, only to be shrouded in a thick fog. The mist that lingered in the Tiger Wolf Valley seemed to follow it like a shadow, and it also came to Dulan County.

Lu Heng suddenly said: "Actually, you don't have to save your brother. ”

Zhao Huan was taken aback: "Why?"

"Don't you think he killed your father? Lu Heng said calmly.

Indeed, for Zhao Huan, this is a good opportunity.

But Zhao Huan shook his head and said, "No, it must not be like this!"

"Why?"

"It's different. Zhao Huan said firmly. "I will find evidence, and then use dignified means to send Zhao Xuan to prison. But I'm not going to pretend to be a killer!"

The corners of Lu Heng's mouth rose slightly: "Very good." ”

As soon as he finished saying these two words, he suddenly stopped.

When the county government arrived, there was indeed a person standing on the roof opposite.

He was shirtless, armed with two daggers, and wore a red sheep's head mask. The sheep's head was lifelike, the fangs in the mouth were intertwined, and a pair of eyes seemed to be staring coldly at Lu Heng.

Zhao Huan lost his voice and said: "Sheep-headed ghost!"

When the man heard this, he suddenly leaned down, smashed a hole in the roof under his feet, and jumped into the room.

Zhao Huan was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "It's not good, that's Zhao Xuan's bedroom!"

Lu Heng frowned, put down Zhao Huan, and flew into the house from the hole like an eagle falcon.

Before he landed, he was greeted by two red lights.

Lu Heng's long sword shook slightly, and the two daggers were swung apart like swings. He just wanted to use his strength to slash back, but he heard a woman's exclamation from the house, it was Mrs. Zhao.

Lu Heng forcibly put away the long sword, but the two daggers of the sheep-headed ghost immediately attacked like a splash of wind. Lu Heng's long sword was dotted with sparks, and the sonorous sound was endless.

This sheep-headed ghost was extremely shrewd, and he calculated that Lu Heng didn't want to hurt the people in the room, so no matter how he tempted, he just didn't take half a step out of the room.

After he and Lu Heng were in a stalemate for a moment, he suddenly retreated to the side of the bed in a flash.

Mrs. Zhao had already lost her face, screaming and shrinking in the corner, only to see the sheep-headed ghost dagger turned over and plunged it into the place where Zhao Xianling was lying.

But only to hear the pop, the dagger did not get blood, but brought up a ball of cotton. Zhao Xianling is actually not in bed!

At this time, Lu Heng's long sword arrived again, and the sheep-headed ghost roared unwillingly, and jumped towards the hole in the roof.

Lu Heng chased after him with his sword, but the sheep-headed ghost turned around and threw out a few smoke pills.

All of a sudden, the smoke filled the air, choking people from opening their eyes.

Lu Heng knew that he couldn't catch up, but he calmed down and swung his long sword. A fierce sword aura burst out of the air. The sheep-headed ghost wailed, and was wounded somewhere, spilling a little blood, but escaped by taking advantage of the smoke.

Lu Heng hurriedly broke into the house and asked Mrs. Zhao, "You're not injured, are you?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't speak, just shook her head vigorously.

At this time, the whole yamen was alarmed, and the voices of dogs and dogs were intertwined.

Suddenly, I heard a voice crying and shouting, "Madame, don't scare me!"

I saw Lord Zhao, who was full of alcohol, stumbling over, throwing himself on the side of the bed and whispering, "Madam, you must not be fine!"

Although Mrs. Zhao's teeth were trembling, she still reluctantly replied, "...... Xianggong, I'm ...... It's okay!"

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