Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

A staircase in the cave spiraled upwards, and the three of them lit a fire and walked along the staircase for a cup of tea. After turning many turns, a wide space finally appeared in front of them.However, the scene inside the cave was extremely shocking.

Looking along the entrance of the cave, I saw countless braziers crackling and burning in the cave, furnaces emitting billowing heat, and some holes on the top were covered with dead branches and fallen leaves.The dozen or so craftsmen in the cave were all shirtless and sweating profusely.Some of them were holding hammers, some were holding iron tongs, and some were moving millstones. They were all concentrating on making something, but there were dozens of blood rain death-killing needles in one corner.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Hai Jing's face, how could this hidden weapon that is invincible in the world appear here?And there are so many of them?

Jialan was also stunned in shock, standing at the entrance of the cave, a little at a loss.Feng Xiangyue stepped into the cave a few steps, and shouted sharply: "Stop!"

The craftsmen were stunned, and looked at the three of them, their faces turned pale in an instant.At this time, Hai Jing discovered that a craftsman was holding a blueprint in his hand.

Could it be that they forged the bloody death-death needle according to this blueprint? ... Hai Jing was thinking about it when Feng Xiangyue stepped forward and took the blueprint.

The craftsmen suddenly exclaimed, Feng Xiangyue looked at the blueprint, raised his head and sneered, "I really didn't expect to see the drawing of the Blood Rain Death Needle here!"

After that, he held the blueprint in his hand, drew the long sword in his right hand, and pointed at a silent craftsman, "Where is the leader! Stand up for me quickly, or I will kill him!"

An old man with gray hair came out, staring at Feng Xiangyue calmly, "I am, what do you want to do?"

Feng Xiangyue's gloomy gaze was locked on the old man, "Where did this drawing come from? Tell me!"

The old man stroked his beard fearlessly, but did not speak.

Feng Xiangyue pressed the long sword against the neck of the craftsman beside him, and patrolled the crowd with sharp eyes, "If you don't speak, I will kill all the craftsmen here one by one until you speak!"

However, no one in the cave answered.

Feng Xiangyue's eyes showed killing intent, and the sword edge was about to pierce the craftsman's throat, but was stopped by a hand.

Looking at the hand holding her arm, Feng Xiangyue was slightly taken aback, followed that arm, and saw Hai Jing standing in front of her.He couldn't help gritting his teeth, and shook his arms, but he didn't shake off Hai Jing, "Didn't you come here to check the blood rain and kill the needle! Why stop me!"

"If you do this, even if you kill them all, you won't get an answer." Hai Jing looked at him with a smile, separating the distance between him and the craftsman, "Leave this to me."

"Okay, I want to see what you can do!" Feng Xiangyue drew his sword and stared at him fiercely.

Hai Jing walked up to the old man, and his low voice was full of different meanings, "Old man, not long ago, did you follow the instructions from above and give the blood rain death needle to the people in Mu Yu Water Village?"

The old man didn't speak, but he paused while touching his beard.

"I'm sure you all know that this bloody needle has been scrambled for a long time, causing a lot of bloody storms. Many decent people claim to catch the creator and end this dispute. Now, this life-killing needle is not only lost from you , You even have a production plan in your hand, if you are handed over to those people, not only will your lives be lost, but you will also be cast aside by the world."

The old man's face darkened, and his eyes looked at Hai Jing, full of complexity.

"And if you tell me who is behind the scenes, I can find out the real creator of the death needle, and you don't have to bear this infamy for him." Hai Jing saw that the old man was shaken, and his tone softened. "Is this kind of deal a good deal for you?"

"Okay, I'll tell you." The old man took a deep breath and smiled wryly. These craftsmen are relatively arrogant, and they are not afraid of losing their lives, but they are afraid of being cast aside and stigmatized forever.

His lips moved, and just as he uttered the word "Xing", the cave suddenly vibrated, and a bang resounded through the cave, and the roof of the cave suddenly collapsed, and huge boulders fell down.The surrounding stone walls also crashed down, shaking the mountains for a while, and filled the air with dust.

Hai Jing grabbed the old man's arm at the critical moment, pulled him to his side, dodged the stone, looked down, and saw that the old man had already passed away, with a poisonous needle stuck in his throat.He couldn't help but grimaced, and looked up, "Xing... It seems that this matter has something to do with Xing Wushuang..."

Jialan moved her feet, dodged the falling stones lightly, and saw Feng Xiangyue jumped up, left the cave, and hurriedly followed.Hai Jing sighed regretfully, took the old man's body with him and jumped up, and escaped from the cave.When the three of them landed on the ground, they saw dense forests surrounded by dead leaves and bleak forests, and no one was seen.

Feng Xiangyue and Jialan saw that there was no one here, so they searched around.Hai Jing did not follow them, but found a secluded place, dug a hole, and buried the old man.Unexpectedly, just as he put down the last handful of soil, there was a faint sound of chaotic footsteps in the distance.

Hai Jing narrowed her eyes, and hurried to the place where the footsteps came from.After walking for a while, he saw many martial artists surrounded by the forest, each of them was full of anger, and Feng Xiangyue and Jialan were surrounded by them.