Jiaohua

Along with Zhang Chi, there were three of his subordinates alive, two of them followed closely, one drew the arrow on his shoulder blade, and charged forward.

The killer came immediately with a weapon in hand.

Zhang Chi slashed furiously, his hands were extremely strong, he was tall, he was the most conspicuous one in the army.

The other killers quickly rushed to help, and one's head was chopped off with wings.

Seeing this, the last killer drew out his sword and slashed at those people lying on the ground.

The sound of fighting, screaming, and begging for mercy suddenly became a mess.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!!" A wounded man desperately crawled towards Zhang Chi and the others in the dark.

The killer rushed forward, and was about to cut off with his sword, but Zhang Chi kicked a killer in the first step.

Seeing that he was invincible, a killer shouted: "Let's go!"

The other killer was not reconciled, and insisted on killing the man on the ground, but was caught and taken away by his companions.

Zhang Chi panted heavily, looking at the mess all over the floor.

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and he tore off his clothes to tie them up, to stop the bleeding first.

One of the men in better condition ran back to pick up the torch that fell out and relit it.

Another man ran towards the wounded man on the ground called "Don't Kill Me".

"Boss," the subordinates looked at Zhang Chi, "look at him, he is dead."

Zhang Chi went over while clutching the wound. The man was 40 to [-] years old, his face was pale, and he looked at Zhang Chi with horror and pleading eyes: "Help me, save me, save me..."

Zhang Chi looked at the opening on his lower abdomen, his clothes were completely wet with blood, and his intestines came out.

Zhang Chi frowned, said in a deep voice: "What's your name, who are you?"

The man opened his mouth and was speechless, his eyes lost their luster.

He immediately searched his belongings and found a lot of silver and a stack of papers.

"Jiang Xinyi," Qin Sui read, looking up at Zhang Chi, "Commander, he is well dressed. Could it be that he belongs to the Jiang family who met Beiya and Panxianqiu?"

Zhang Chi ordered: "Go and see if there are any horses that can breathe, go back and call someone."

"Yes!"

An hour later, Xia Zhaoyi, who was sitting at the entrance of the Jiangjia Tunnel, was handed an arrow by a soldier.

The arrows are very short, lying on the cotton cloth, only half the length of an arm, and should come from an arm crossbow that is easy to carry.

Xia Zhaoyi picked it up and turned it gently. With the help of the candlelight, the lines on the arrow could be seen clearly.

It's them again, "those people".

Not long after, Zhang Chi also arrived. He got off his horse with great difficulty, stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Miss Ali!"

Xia Zhaoyi turned his head to look, got up and clasped his fists together: "General Zhang has worked hard."

Zhang Chi looked at the crossbow she had put down, and said sadly: "I saw the injustice and wanted to save people, but in the end I got on my beloved horse and hurt several of my subordinates."

Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows and said regretfully, "General Zhang's condolences."

"Also, at the foot of Qisan Mountain..." Zhang Chi showed uneasiness, "Shu Mo is incompetent, he only killed two people, or the two after he was killed, the others have already run away, it should be before we go They ran away ahead of time. However, the heads of these two people were brought back at the end, and they asked for ice cubes because they were afraid of being corrupted by the heat."

"Where are their swords?"

"I brought it too, except for the sword, I brought everything in those two houses that I could take away, including the pots and pans!"

Xia Zhaoyi laughed: "Pots, bowls and pans... It's not necessary, Tu adds weight."

"By the way, Miss Ali, there are a few paintings, and the person in the paintings seems... to be you."

"I?"

"Yeah! But, if Miss Ali wants to see it, she has to send someone back to get it."

"No hurry," Xia Zhaoyi looked at Zhang Chi's wound and said, "General Zhang sit here, and I'll take care of your injury."

Zhang Chi glanced at his arm: "Hey, it's just a small injury, it's fine!"

"Since it's a minor injury, I took care of it quickly. General Zhang, sit down."

Zhang Chi nodded: "Alright, there is Miss Lao Ali."

Xia Zhaoyi untied the rags of the clothes that Zhang Chi had tied up by himself, the surroundings were bloody, and a deep gash was still vomiting blood.

Xia Zhaoyi tore off the clothes on both sides of his wound to clean up and stop the bleeding, Zhang Chi seemed to think of something, and talked about the dead again.

When Xia Zhaoyi heard the word Jiang Xinyi, the movement in Xia Zhaoyi's hand paused: "Jiang Xinyi?"

"Yes, the Jiang family!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Chi suddenly realized something, "Oh, isn't this Panxianqiu? Miss Ali copied this place, so the protagonist who escaped here is also surnamed Jiang, Could it be..."

"Coincidentally." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Zhang Chi thought for a while, and said: "They seem to have come from the direction of Huibeiya, how could they run from this side to that side? They were hunted back..."

Xia Zhaoyi lowered his eyebrows and turned to look at Zhao Shan not far away.

Zhao Shan was discussing the terrain below the tunnel with someone, when he noticed the girl's gaze, he hurried over: "Da Dong."

Xia Zhaoyi stepped forward and whispered softly in Zhao Shan's ear.

Zhao Shan frowned and nodded: "Well, good!"

After treating Zhang Chi's wound, Xia Zhaoyi didn't stay any longer, and told Zhang Chi to go back to sleep early and return to Hejing tomorrow, and then she rode away.

The night was very dark, the moon and stars were gone, Nagano was empty, and there seemed to be wolves howling in the remote mountains where no one had been.

Xia Zhaoyi rode his horse through the night, and soon arrived at the place where Zhang Chi and the others had an accident.

The corpse had already been taken away by the soldiers and horses with wings spread, but the blood on the ground was still there. A few crows were picking up the human body fragments in the grass.

Xia Zhaoyi took out a torch from the back of the mount and lit it, inspecting the grass, and Ziyang slowly followed behind her.

Soon, Xia Zhaoyi put out the torch and got back on his horse.

After walking half a mile, she dismounted again and continued to search for traces on the ground. After confirming the direction, she returned to the horse.

Time passed slowly, and in the second half of the night, the wind blew up, and it seemed that it was going to rain. Xia Zhaoyi was still approaching the target like a scout chasing thousands of miles away.

Finally, she stepped into Yanglongpi and stopped in front of an earth temple.

The night wind was getting stronger and stronger, lifting her black hair that fell behind her back, her eyes were lightly closed, and the sound of the wind was removed from her ears, and the secret but noisy dispute was caught.

With the slight tremor of the ground under his feet, it seems that a mechanism has been opened.

The killers came back from behind the Earth Temple with two people in their hands, one of them without an arm.

Bypassing the small building on the right side of the Earth Temple, the assassins walked, paused, and looked up.

There seemed to be a horse standing in the darkness, and there was a shadowy figure beside the horse, and there seemed to be a graceful girl leaning gently on the horse's belly.

The killers froze, raised their weapons one after another, and stared at the woman in the darkness.

The girl's voice was clear and sweet, and she rang out: "You are quite good at taking advantage of me. I spent money to demolish the Jiang family. I discovered the clue first, but you guys beat me to it?" (End of this chapter)