After the immortal disappeared

He pointed at the man and said, "Why are you here?"

It turns out that I was right when I saw it a few days ago!

"Come back to do some errands and visit old friends." He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Looking for a quiet place to talk?"

Liu Baobao has calmed down: "Follow me!"

The boy walked in front holding a lantern, and the two of them followed behind, chatting as they walked:

"How have you been in Blackwater City and Hongya Road over the past year?"

"Oh, no, my business has plummeted!" Liu Baobao complained quickly, as if he had returned to the previous conversation mode.

"Yeah, then I have a good errand for you." He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder, "By the way, I have to leave again soon, but I will come again in a few days."

The two walked through the main street, and Liu Baobao subconsciously glanced north.

The wild sand season ends suddenly, and this one suddenly appears.

Is there any connection between the two?

Hey, he shook his head, thinking about something. How could such a major change in the weather have anything to do with a person?

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It was unusually hot in March this year. The Spring Equinox had just arrived, and I was covered in sweat whenever I moved.

At this time in previous years, the old trees on the roadside had not yet sprouted new leaves.

Under the bright sun, a Yuheng City patrol had just arrived at Manjia Village and hurriedly stopped at the inn. The horses gathered at the water trough to drink greedily without anyone pulling them, while the twenty guards walked to the shade of the trees to rest.

There are several tables placed under the big trees in the post station. In addition to plain cold water, they also provide bitter and refreshing herbal tea. If you are willing to spend a few more bucks, there is also honey water available for drinking.

Aphids and honey are originally specialties of Panlong City, and they are also one of the most common goods on this trade route.

As soon as the person sat down, the sweat on his forehead became a stream. Several guards simply went to the well to fetch water and poured a bucket of water from head to toe, which finally relieved them.

"It's so hot." Someone complained, "It's so hot in March. It's really the height of summer in July, and you're not allowed to dry yourself in the sun?"

Several other people laughed and said: "Miao Mingming, isn't my cousin in the city guard station? I heard that he works for the commander-in-chief every day. Why don't you ask him to give you a post so that you don't have to be exposed to the wind and sun every day like us? Let’s suffer together.”

Miao Mingming glanced at him: "If you want to go up, you have to earn military merit. How can you get a chance to earn military merit just sitting in a house in Yuheng City?"

"You're quite ambitious," said his companion with a smile, "but the robbers on the trade road don't come out much these days. If you can't fight them, you won't get any credit."

Only by killing and subduing the enemy can you gain merit. They patrolled here and there on time, which only resulted in hard work and fatigue.

Everyone chatted for a while, laughed a few times, and felt very relaxed. Miao Mingming suddenly said: "Where is Xing Wu? He has been squatting in the pit for a quarter of an hour, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Who knows, maybe his legs are weak. I told him that there was something wrong with the fungus soup he drank in the morning, but he still didn't believe it." Everyone laughed again, and someone said, "I'll call him."

But before the laughter ended, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the grass.

Swish, swish, more than twenty arrows were shot, half of them missed, and the rest were shot on the patrols!

Several guards fell forward, and the one who had just stood up was the most unlucky, with an arrow piercing his eye and passing through his skull.

"The enemy is attacking!" The patrol guards were shocked and angry, and drew their weapons to meet them.

There was a rustle in the grass, and a group of bandits came out, and the number turned out to be more than a hundred!

Miao Mingming yelled: "Hurry into the inn!"

The enemy is outnumbered and we need to find cover quickly.

However, the guest sitting at the table at the back suddenly bullied him, strangled his neck with one hand, and quickly stabbed his waist and ribs several times with the other!

In an instant, four or five people at the table drew their weapons and joined in the siege.

The bloody storm at the inn only lasted for more than half a quarter of an hour. Except for two patrolmen who were waiting for an opportunity to escape on horseback, the rest were lying on the ground.

On the sand, blood flowed like a river.

The gangsters put away their weapons and laughed: "I thought the Yuheng Army was so strong, but it's nothing more than that!"

Someone else asked: "What should we do with these people at the post station?"

There were still postmen and traveling merchants at the inn. The smart ones just slipped away to the back hill, while a dozen more were huddled inside and outside the inn, shivering.

The man who plotted against Miao Mingming glanced at them: "Ignore them."

…

One day later, it was still Manjia Village.

He Lingchuan and his adjutant Chao Qian both stood outside the inn, looking up at the long pole next to the manger——

Eighteen human heads were tied to the pole, fluttering in the wind.

The head of the Yuheng City patrol.

In just one day, the head was dehydrated from the sun and its expression became more ferocious, but this did not prevent the family members of the deceased from recognizing their relatives.

Chao Qian stared at him intently, and He Lingchuan asked him: "Are you really your relative?"

"Nephew, my cousin's child." Chao Qian was very sad. "Although we are distant relatives, this child is motivated and came to Yuheng City to enlist in the army on his own. He did not ask me to open the back door and volunteered to patrol the front line."

He sighed: "Oh, I don't know how to explain it to my cousin."

"He fights bravely and has a thick shirt." He Lingchuan pressed his shoulder, "Don't worry, this revenge will be avenged."

Chao Qian nodded subconsciously.

He Lingchuan knew that he only regarded this sentence as a word of comfort.

It doesn't matter, he means what he says and soon everyone will know.

Then he walked into the short courtyard behind the inn, where the bodies of the guards were parked.

After being left in such hot weather for more than ten hours, the smell of the corpse was terrible.

No one dared to approach the inn, but He Lingchuan looked normal and began to examine the wounds on the body.

Most of them were injuries from swords, guns and arrows, which were very common.

But two of them had special wounds, with three bloody holes in a row. Willow also came over to take a closer look: "Well, is this an injury from the hook?"

There are many warriors who use strange weapons, and some like to use hooks and claws to hurt people.

But she immediately overturned her judgment: "No, the hook should be a scratch, not so deep."

The hooks and claws of imitating bears, wolves, and tigers will cause the skin to look like it is everted, instead of being so straight and deep.

He Lingchuan silently stretched out his palm, making it look like a claw, and inserted it through the wound.

Although there are differences in size, the shapes are basically consistent.

"Use your fingers, no, use your claws to dig it out? Is this a monster?" Liu Tiao was surprised, "But the witnesses at the inn said that the attackers were all humans."

He Lingchuan looked at another corpse and saw the same wound, and there was a small hole in the neck.

Of course the blood had solidified. He stared at the wound for a long time, and then said to Willow: "Take the heads in and give them the whole body."

"yes."

After spending a lot of time and comparison, everyone was able to put the eighteen heads back into their original bodies.

He Lingchuan found the body he was paying attention to earlier and took a look at it: "No, this one is spelled wrong."

Everyone had no choice but to endure the stench of the corpse and start splicing again.

Eighteen heads had to be compared with the neck incisions, which was not easy.

It was He Lingchuan who found it first.

When he put the head back to its original form, Chao Qian happened to come in: "The witnesses outside have all recorded their confessions... obviously?"

He looked at the body in front of He Lingchuan: "This is my nephew, Miao Mingming. Sir, is there something wrong?"