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"Recognized what?" Xuan Xing glanced at him after hearing the words, "I recognized you as a crooked melon and split date transferred from the patrol battalion."

Seeing that he was so angry, Yang Shaolin didn't dare to test again, touched his nose and changed the subject: "Why didn't your Mr. Shen come over with you?"

Xuan Xing heard the words, with a half-smile expression on his face: "My Mr. Shen has gone to a meeting with Zhou Ding."

"Duke Zhou?" Yang Shaolin took a few seconds to realize what Xuan Xing said, and burst out laughing, "No wonder you can still come out in the middle of the night."

Xuan Xing stood in the shadow and looked at those figures in the distance, rubbing his brows with some headache: "Have you finished the inspection?"

"It's coming soon." Seeing his impatient look, Yang Shaolin thought it was because he was uncomfortable: "Why don't you go to the other end and sit down first, and when there is a result, I will bring the person in front of you."

"No need." Xuan Xing had just exited the door when he saw a soldier in the ancestral hall stumbling out in panic. While running, he shouted at Yang Shaolin: "Master Yang! Master Yang!"

Yang Shaolin hurriedly motioned him to lower his voice, and only asked when he came up to him, "What's wrong?"

The little soldier was very flustered, but his articulate words were still clear: "My lord, the people inside are dead."

"died?!"

The two of them were startled, Yang Shaolin hurried into the underground secret room, passed through the black corridor, and saw a dead body lying in the center, body still twitching, blood splattered everywhere, the attack was very vicious.

Wang Cilai just looked up at the pitch blackness above his head, his body twitched continuously, even if he was not dead at this time, there was no way to save him, Yang Shaolin covered his wounds on his neck and stomach with his hands, cursed secretly, rushed to follow The subordinate who came in by himself shouted: "Where is the doctor? An Chi, go and call the doctor."

When Xuan Xing heard that Wang Cilai was dead, he originally wanted to go in with Yang Shaolin, but seeing these mobs, if he wasn't there, he was worried that they would cause trouble and let them go, so he stood still and ordered: "Go Call the doctor and the assistant over here together."

The little soldier who just ran out of the ancestral hall answered yes, and was about to turn around to leave when Xuan Xing stopped him again: "Wait, don't go, you go."

He pointed to a follower who stood by his side from beginning to end to find someone.

The little soldier stood there stunned, looked at the confused adult in front of him, and said, "Young one is familiar with the way to the yamen and the clinic, let the young one go."

Xuan Xing looked cold: "No need, you take off your clothes and stand inside."

The soldier looked at the people being inspected in the yard, hesitated for two seconds, then walked a few steps inside, lowering his head, not knowing what to look at.

"My lord." Before he could go over first, the commander had already inspected everyone and walked over: "My lord, the inspection has been completed, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Xuan Xing hummed: "What about the faces, do you know all these people you brought? Have you recognized the faces?"

"Ah?" The commander probably didn't expect to recognize his face, and looked at Xuan Xing stupidly.

Seeing that Xuan Xing wanted to help his forehead, he was already desperate for their brains: "Go and recognize their faces and see if anyone has brought a gun."

"Hold on, hold on." The commander got the order and turned around to leave, but was stopped by Xuan Xing again.

He pointed to the little soldier standing by the door and said, "Take this person along for inspection."

"Okay." The commander nodded again and again, and waved at the soldier: "Come with me."

It was only three or four steps away from the door to the inside. The commander had just stepped into the lights again from the dark shadow when he heard a buzzing sound from behind, like the sound of wind, or the wind passing by. The sound of blades.

He just rolled on the ground subconsciously when he heard the voice, avoiding the blade passing behind his head: "Catch the assassin!"

The sound of catching an assassin drew everyone's attention to the door. Shen Jue was putting on clothes on his body. commander.

He didn't need to ask where the assassin was, he had already seen two voices wrestling together in the darkness, both of them were using swords, and their movements were too fast, making it difficult to see who was the assassin and who was catching the assassin. It was the commander who reacted quickly: "The one wearing the armor is an assassin."

Shen Jue didn't hesitate anymore, the scimitar came out of its sheath, and he jumped up to attack the assassin from behind.

The person who came here was good at martial arts. He was able to quickly turn around and block the scimitar even when he was fighting on equal footing with the fighter. His short stature gave way to a fatal blow. However, because of his short stature, he was killed by another person. A kick flew out, Shen Jue was just behind him, and was also thrown out by the assassin, and he was at the bottom.

Without waiting for the assassin to get up from his body, Shen Jue turned the machete upside down on the assassin's neck with his backhand, but he was so suppressed that he couldn't make a sound, and felt that his waist had been hit hard. Kissing his neck, the assassin did not know where to get a dagger, and stabbed himself in the ribs with his backhand.

He had no choice but to die with the assassin. When the scimitar was about to cut his neck, the man seemed to have noticed something and shouted: "Keep people under the knife."

Keep your ancestors for eighteen generations!Shen Jue scolded a dirty word, when you kicked him, did you think that you would kill me here too? I am so stupid to come to catch assassins with you. I have been in the rivers and lakes for more than three years. Today, because of you I'm going to tell you that I'm here, what's wrong with pulling a back? !