boom!

As if he was hit by a heavy hammer, Lin An felt his eyes turn black and almost fell to the ground.

It has been more than a month since he arrived in Deyang Prefecture, so how could he not know what this scene represents?

"Zhao Qing!"

Lin An trembled, and when he turned his head, his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Seeing him like this, the refugee was almost frightened and his heart stopped. The other Jinyiwei also reacted, and immediately, he was furious to the sky.

"You, you ate him? You, you ate him!"

"Beast! I've cut you alive!"

"We are here to save you, how dare you?! How dare you!!"

With a few "clang clang", the sword was unsheathed, and the eyes of the Jinyiwei's guards turned red, and the roaring evil tiger was about to kill people.

"Stop!"

A cold voice squeezed out from the clenched teeth, and Lin An coldly swept across the refugees, his heart could no longer suppress his grief:

"Get my torture instrument!"

He and Zhao Qing were the same group of people who entered the Jinyiwei station, practicing martial arts, missions, and promotions. They were almost inseparable for thirty years. Although they were of different surnames, they were brothers.

Seeing this scene, his murderous intent almost swallowed his heart, but he still suppressed his patience.

Cao Jinlie's whereabouts may have to start with these beasts.

"Babys."

The Jinyiwei almost clenched his teeth, surrounded all the refugees with a ferocious face, and held the sword tightly, and could be killed at any time.

Seeing the swords and swords as cold as the forest, the people were so scared that their faces were pale. Some even collapsed on the ground, with feces and urine flowing, and some people laughed bitterly.

"Hahahaha! Kill, kill!"

Lin An looked coldly.

It was an old man with disheveled hair, like a skeleton, half like a human, nine-point like a ghost. He cried and smiled, looking at the Jinyiwei, and was extremely ferocious:

"What kind of etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame, and morality, and all of them are farts and farts when they are hungry! Hahaha!"

"You know where you guys know? You won't know..."

The old man was incoherent and unconsciously wiggling his body. Only from his tattered clothes, the residue of the Confucian shirt seemed to be seen.

An Jinyiwei was about to step forward, Lin An stopped him and looked at the old man coldly:

"Continue!"

"You have dry food, horses, swords, armor. But we have nothing..."

"There is no way, no way! He saved us, but we..."

"I don't want to die..."

...

The old man trembled and said with laughter and cry.

Lin An's face was blue and white, and the expressions of the Jinyiwei were also unstable.

It was a few months ago, on the scorching summer day, and a group of Jinyiwei came here to rescue a group of "two-legged sheep" kept by horse bandits.

They had other tasks, so they only left one person to take hundreds of them away, but halfway through, they met another group of murderous people.

"...There is no way! The group of murderers killed him, raised the fire, and let us eat him. There is no way, there is no way."

"brute!"

An Jinyiwei was furious and kicked him to the ground. He looked at the walking corpses all over the ground and shivered in anger. "He saved you, you, you..."

He couldn't continue, and all the Jinyiwei's eyes were red and almost clenched his teeth.

"Zhao Qing, Boss Cao."

Lin An whispered to himself, looking at the old man tightly:

"That group of murderous men keep you, wanting to lend your mouth to give us the way, right? Tell me, where are they?"

"No, don't know."

The old man's body stiffened, looking at the murderous Jinyiwei, desperate and dull:

"Really, really don't know..."

"have no idea?"

Lin An nodded and looked at the dull Jinyiwei behind him.

The Jinyiwei nodded, took out the punishment box she carried with her and walked towards the old man.

"ah!"

The screams pierced the sky, and were extremely shrill.

Not long after, the Jinyiwei stood up while wiping his hands, nodded to Lin An, and then a cold light burst out from his waist, pulling out a large sword shadow. In just a moment, all the gathered refugees were killed.

The smell of blood soared into the sky and put out the bonfire beside it.

"That group of murderers left only one sentence."

The dull young Jinyiwei looked around his colleagues, but in fact, they heard the old man's words.

That group of murderers,

Let them wait for death on the spot.

No one spoke another, his heart was filled with grief and anger.

He licked blood on his head for a lifetime. Everyone thought about it, but when he died, he had to burn the body to eat. They had never encountered such a thing.

Moreover, unforgivable!

"Brother Zhao, I'm here to pick you up..."

Lin An took off the dirty and greasy scabbard, pulled down the flying fish suit, which was less than half of the refugee's body, and stuffed it into his arms.

He felt extremely sad, but he had no time to feel sad. He wanted to ask his subordinates to go back and report the news, but he felt that it was inappropriate.

The group of murderous men left the refugees here for several months, and they left them like this. I was afraid they had been planning secretly, and maybe someone would be staring at them in a secret place at this time.

Once it is dispersed, it is afraid it will be broken one by one.

"wait."

He suppressed his anger and Lin An sat on the ground, waiting for the group of murderers to come to the door, waiting for Qi Gang to bring people to come.

The other Jinyiwei also sat cross-legged.

Huh ~

The breeze blew, and the smell of blood here could not be dispelled. The Jinyiwei was like a rock, with swords crossing in front of his knees, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Waiting.

...

...

Trepid ~

A goshawk crossed the sky, flew through the cloudless sky, suddenly swooped down, and landed on a barren mountain.

A short man stretched out his arm and let the goshawk fall.

"Diet? Are those refugees dead? The ones who killed them did not leave, and they were waiting in place, twenty people?"

The man gently stroked the feathers of the goshawk, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to understand the call of the goshawk.

call!

He popped up a pill and fed the goshawk, raised his arm to let it go away.

Turning around and heading towards the mountain.

His speed was very fast, and in a moment he had reached the foot of the mountain. He turned around a few more times and came to a bamboo forest.

This is the shade of the back, and there are sporadic greens. However, large areas of bamboo have dried up and the stream has long stopped flowing.

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"Sir, the people from the Jinyiwei must have arrived."

The man bowed slightly and said.

While speaking, a person appeared in the courtyard. He was about eight feet tall, covered with black clothes, and strong muscles and bones, just like copper and iron casting, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

This person is Qi Longsheng, the head of the seven palaces of Liansheng Sect.

And as it appeared, a strong smell of blood spread, so strong that the low man felt a strong discomfort.
To be continued...