Ding Cheng said: "The disciple also thinks so, but everyone in Duanjiazhuang was slaughtered, but Miss Duan is nowhere to be seen, why?"

Master Zhenghui said: "This, the old man is also puzzled!"

Several people took off the face towel of the man in black and found that this person was over half a hundred years old, but everyone did not know this person.

Ding Cheng looked up at the sky, the sky was dark, the snow was falling non-stop, and a layer of white had accumulated on the ground, which was slightly red under the light of the fire. Several people carried the corpse of Zhuang Zhong into the hall, and at this time the sky was already dawning, and several horsemen and horses rushed towards Zhuang Zhong.

Several people stopped their mounts in front of the village, dismounted and rushed into the village, and it turned out that Yang Sihai, the owner of Sihai Mountain Villa, brought people to arrive.

Yang Sihai and Master Zhenghui and others met and said: "I heard that Duanjiazhuang was robbed, and I came to support, but I didn't expect that Duan's family was full... Hey! I have always been good friends with Brother Duan, and I have always admired the character of Master Duan, it's not just a murderer who actually did such a thing!" and comforted Ding Cheng and said: "The matter has come to this, Ding Shaoxia must see some of it, and I, Yang someone, will definitely help Brother Duan find out the murderer and give him justice!"

Ding Cheng thanked the owner of Yang Zhuang and said: "Uncle Duan's unfortunate suffering is irreparable, but at the moment, Rong'er's life and death are unknown, which is worrying!"

This is Ma Shaowei, a disciple who came with Yang Sihai, and said: "Master, the disciple saw something last night, I wonder if it is related to the accident in Duanjiazhuang?"

Yang Sihai said: "What's the matter?

Ma Shaowei said: "Last night, my friend Fu Zhong and others had a party in Yingfeng Pavilion, and we drank until late. On my way back to the village, I saw a group of about 20 people galloping eastward. Due to the heavy snowfall and the darkness of the night, I couldn't really see it, so I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. It's a bit strange to think about it now. ”

Ding Cheng hurriedly asked, "Did Brother Ma see a woman held hostage by that group of people?"

Ma Shaowei said: "That's not true, but there seem to be a few big cloth bags right away, if Miss Duan is hijacked in the cloth bag, it will not be easy to find out." ”

Ding Cheng said: "Whether it's or not, the younger generation has to go and find out." The matter here is left to the master and the owner of Yang Zhuang. "Say goodbye and go down.

Yang Sihai hurriedly supported Ding Cheng and said: "Ding Shaoxia doesn't have to be like this, I'll leave it to me here, and the old man will definitely bury Duanzhuang's family properly." ”

Master Zhenghui also clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha! Ding Shaoxia can rest assured." ”

Ding Cheng bowed four times to Duan Nantian's corpse and got up to leave.

Yang Sihai said loudly behind his back: "If Ding Shaoxia has any difficulties, even if he asks someone to inform the old man, the old man will definitely help!"

By this time it was already dark, the snow had long since stopped, and the sun was poking its head out in the eastern sky, illuminating the pale earth golden. After Ding Cheng left Duanjiazhuang, he took the road and ran to the east. It snowed heavily overnight, and even if the perpetrator left traces on the road, it was already covered by heavy snow and there was no way to find out. Ding Cheng only held on to a glimmer of hope and chased eastward.

After walking thirty or forty miles, the snow on the ground became thinner and thinner, and after walking a short distance, the snow was gone, and the ground became dry. Ding Cheng leaned over to check, and there seemed to be a few lines of faint horseshoe prints on the dry road. Ding Cheng was overjoyed, sped up, and chased down.

After chasing more than ten miles, he crossed a small river, and a fork in the road appeared, and it was a stone pavement, and he lost the trace of the horse's hoof. Ding Cheng looked up, the mountains on both sides were undulating, and an official road meandered to the east, crossed a pass, and disappeared at the end of the sky.