The footsteps gradually faded away. Zhao Yuanzhou stood at the door and looked at the leaving figure of the guard. After a moment of silence, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked into the study, and closed the door.
"Click--"
The door latch fell with a soft sound.
He walked to the table, picked up the brush, and the tip of the pen was filled with ink, hanging above the paper.
Just when he was about to report the matter, he hesitated.
He thought for a while, Zhao Yuanzhou put down the pen and placed the brush on the inkstone.
He can't rely on the help of Shangfeng for everything, otherwise, wouldn't he become a useless waste?
"A dozen Soul Grandmaster, one Soul Elder?"
Zhao Yuanzhou murmured, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He stood up and walked quickly to his personal luggage placed in the corner.
Late at night.
It's dark and windy tonight, perfect for killing people.
A dark shadow quietly emerged from the county government office.
The black figure had a strong body and fell to the ground silently. In a few ups and downs, it climbed over the high wall of the county government office and disappeared into the night.
The direction is pointing towards the rolling hills outside the city.
(Beiana, pictures and texts have nothing to do with it)
The next morning.
It was still early, the sun had just peeked out from behind the ridge in the east, but people were already crowding in front of the county government office.
It was a dark place with three floors inside and three floors outside. It was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.
Some people leaned forward on tiptoes, some stretched their necks by the shoulders of the person in front, and some even simply climbed onto the roof of the tea stall opposite.
The air was filled with the mixed smell of people's sweat, and the noisy discussions came one after another like a tide.
"Who did this?"
"Could it be that someone is doing justice for God?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly! Master Huang is coming!"
Several servant-looking people cleared the way in front, waving their arms and making shrill and shrill voices.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and the onlookers dispersed to both sides, making way for a narrow road, as if they were avoiding the plague.
Some people couldn't get out of the way and were pushed. They muttered dissatisfaction, but they didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of being heard by Master Huang people.
Master Huang Looking along this road, his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw more than twenty human heads with messy hair lying quietly on the steps in front of the county government office.
Some people's heads and eyes were wide open, and the fear before death was still frozen on their faces.
Some people opened their heads and mouth slightly, as if they wanted to say something else.
Some people's heads and faces were covered in blood, and their original faces could hardly be seen clearly.
The yamen was closed tightly, and the two vermilion doors were shut tightly.
Two government officials on duty stood in front of the county government office with blank expressions on their faces. You looked at me and I looked at you, unable to say a word.
"Dead? All dead...?"
Master Huang staggered towards those heads, his steps were frivolous, as if he was stepping on cotton.
His face was pale, his lips were purple, and the energy in his eyes seemed to have been taken away, leaving only a void.
When he walked up to the heads, his legs felt weak and he seemed to be hanging on his knees.
"Why are they all dead? Why are they all dead...?"
These heads are exactly those of the bandits entrenched on the nearby hills.
This morning for some unknown reason, they were suddenly placed here, neatly lined up, as if someone was deliberately demonstrating.
Master Huang's heart is bleeding at this moment. This is a force that he has spent countless money and more than ten years of hard work to cultivate!
There were hundreds of people, a dozen Soul Grandmaster, and one Soul Elder, but they were all gone?
Everything was wiped out overnight?
"Uh..."
He felt as if someone had hit him in the chest, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. There was a fishy-sweet smell rising in his throat.
"Squeak--!"
The door of the Yamen was slowly pushed open from the inside, and Zhao Yuanzhou walked out slowly.
His face was very calm, his eyes slowly swept over the heads of those people, fell on Master Huang, and said in a strange tone:
"Master Huang is so sad... could he know them?"
"I don't know, I don't know!"
Master Huang quickly denied it, shaking his head like a rattle, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down the bridge of his nose.
He took two steps back, his heels gave way and he almost fell.
"I was just passing by, passing by."
He didn't dare to admit that he trained these people. If the murderer hadn't left yet and came to see him at night, it would be troublesome.
The heads were still there, and the blood had not yet dried, which made his scalp numb and his spine shiver.
"Then Master Huang, why are you so excited?" Zhao Yuanzhou said in a playful tone, "Could it be that you are happy to hear that the bandits entrenched nearby have been suppressed?"
"Yes! Happy! Happy..."
Master Huang responded to Zhao Yuanzhou's words, the muscles on his face twitched, trying to squeeze out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
His fingers clenched into fists in his sleeves, his knuckles cracking, but he didn't even dare to breathe out.
Zhao Yuanzhou continued:
"Then Master Huang is so happy, do you still come to my government office for dinner at noon?"
"I won't eat it, I won't eat it."
After saying that, Master Huang raised his hands and said hurriedly:
"Little old man, I still have something to do at home, so I won't bother you to handle the case."
"Farewell, farewell."
He turned around and walked away quickly, almost as if he was running away.
Several servants quickly followed, and the group quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps that gradually dissipated in the morning breeze.
"Hey--! Why don't you stay for a meal before leaving...?" Zhao Yuanzhou shouted at Master Huang's back.
"Heh." He chuckled and turned around, "Why are you still standing there?"
"Pack these things and bury them."
"Yes... yes, sir!"
The two government officials woke up from a dream, responded quickly, and began to clean up in a hurry.
the other side.
A metal mine at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
This is a large-scale mine surrounded by mountains. It has rich veins of minerals and has been mined continuously for decades.
There are a few wisps of smoke floating in the sky above the mine, as the miners are preparing breakfast.
There are rows of simple wooden houses built on the hillside, and there are hills of ore piled at the entrance of the mine tunnel, which glow with a blue-black metallic luster in the morning light.
Since Chen Xin joined Clear Sky Sect and there was no longer Titled Douluo in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the outside world has become very interested in snooping on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Those greedy eyes were like a pack of wolves watching for prey in the dark, ready to pounce and take a bite at any time.
They don't know what kind of agreement Spirit Hall has reached with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
However, according to the information sent back from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there is indeed no Titled Douluo in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at the moment.
Moreover, Ning Fengzhi himself also went to Spirit City to attend the move-in ceremony for the newly enshrined Spirit Hall.
In this way, the outside world will become more interested in snooping on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.