The night is dark and the wind is high.

Sensen's black dart flag fluttered in the cold wind.

There are six coffins at the door of the Zhennan Dart Bureau, with uncovered coffins and lined up.

This is their new dart, six brand new coffins, they have almost never received such an unlucky dart, but they can't fail to take this dart.

Because the person who supported the dart was none other than the deputy dart head of the Zhennan Dart Bureau, Song Wentao.

At this time, he was standing in front of a coffin with a sad face, his eyes were painful, his face was desolate, and his lips were pale from a long illness.

The person lying in the coffin was no one else, it was the head of the Zhennan Dart Bureau, Song Wentao's brother, Song Wutao, the right fist.

Song Wentao stood there for a long time, looking at the person in the coffin for a long time, and did not speak for a long time.

No one is in a worse mood than him, because he not only lost a brother, but also went to a tacit best partner. They created the Zhennan Dart Bureau together, went south and north together, and became famous together, they have already become a whole, and they are called "earth-shaking double fists" by the people of the rivers and lakes. Now, both fists have passed away, how can Song Wentao, who left behind, not be sad?

In the six coffins, there were six people lying down, in addition to Song Wutao, the chief dart head, there were also five dart masters. Among these five people, there is actually one person who is not dead, but there is no difference between dead and undead.

All the people of the Zhennan Dart Bureau surrounded this dart master who was not yet dead, looking at this poor man.

His limbs were broken, and there was a hole in his chest the size of a bowl, and his flesh was blurred, but he didn't lose his breath, and even if the blood was gone, he was not dead. His eyes were still open, painful eyes.

From the eyes of this dart master, one can see endless fear and despair, not just the fear of death, but also the despair of being tormented by fear. It would have been a blessing for him if the dart master had died immediately when he had been pierced in the chest.

The corners of his eyes were already bleeding, and he still stubbornly opened them with all his might. Because of unwillingness, and because of fear, he knew that once these eyes were closed, they might never be able to open them again.

He rolled his lips as if he was saying something, but he couldn't make a sound because he was in too much pain, he couldn't even moan/moan in pain.

Even though he couldn't speak, everyone seemed to understand what he was saying.

"Green Ivy ...... Murder ......"

These are the words that the dart master has been whispering when he found them.

No one can understand it, and no one can understand what these four simple words mean.

How could Qingteng kill someone?

Song Wentao didn't believe it, everyone didn't believe it, even the dart master himself who was about to die.

Five days ago, they received a dart.

The cargo to be escorted was two chests of silver, no more than four thousand, but they could be given very little time to dart.

Ten days, just ten days.

In order to rush from Qianzhu to Nanxia within ten days, it is necessary to choose a dart route with the shortest distance and the least time, but this road is very dangerous, so Song Wutao, who is the head of the dart, will personally escort him.

Before leaving, Song Wutao said to Song Wentao: "There will be no problem with this trip, wait for me to come back, and then go to drink together." ”

As a result, the dart was not lost, but he died, and the wine could no longer be drunk together.

However, it was just a trip to the dart, but it brought a catastrophe to the Zhennan Dart Bureau, which no one expected.

Song Wutao and four of the dart masters were dead when they were found, and the injuries on their bodies were the same as those of the seriously injured dart master, all of whom were pierced through the chest.

What happened to them?

Song Wentao held the coffin and said sadly: "Big brother, I will personally escort you this time, and I will find out the real murderer who killed you!"

The route he took this time was the same road that Song Wutao had walked before, the closest official road connecting the Southern Xia Kingdom and the Qianzhu Kingdom.

This official road will pass through a mountain, which is called "Tonghu Mountain".