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Chapter 103 The Most Important Clue

For the convenience of night travel, Shen Sitang wore the special black unicorn suit of the Inspectorate. At this time, her body was covered with blood, some from the enemy and her own, but they all blended with the black, so it was hard to see, except for a lump on the hem of the clothes. Wrinkles are particularly noticeable.

In the middle of the night, there was heavy dew, corpses lay in twos and threes on the street, and there seemed to be no smell of blood floating in the air.

Shen Sitang stood quietly in front of Sun Maorong's body, neither happy nor sad, just a little sad.

Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. For Nanjiang, he has worked hard to cultivate Sun Maorong for more than [-] years, but he deserves death for rebellion. For Sun Maorong, he has been loyal for many years but has been miserably suspected. For him, for Yan Chao, Sun Maorong was a meticulous worker in southern Xinjiang, and even if he surrendered at the end of his life, his death would not be a pity. For Sun Maorong's family, he died to protect them. He was a qualified husband and a selfless and loving father.

In the end, it's up to each other.

Mu Huaichuan flew over from the roof.

He didn't know what she was thinking, nor what to say, so he silently stayed by her side, shielding her from the biting cold wind.

Not long after, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps from far and near in the dark alley, and a group of people headed by Zhao Jingxing and Lu Lingxiao rushed over with knives.

The Procuratorate received a secret report that many experts from southern Xinjiang had poured into the capital. In order to avoid casualties, Mu Huaichuan did not arrange officials below the sky level to participate in the battle, and only let them take care of the aftermath.

Mu Huaichuan looked at Shen Sitang sideways, and wanted to tell Zhao Jingxing and others to retreat first, but Shen Sitang said first: "Let's go."

There is no sentimentality, she has never been indecisive, Sun Maorong is dead, she should continue to do what she should do.

With a wave of Mu Huaichuan's hand, Zhao Jingxing and others understood, and quickly cleaned up the battlefield so as not to disturb the people after dawn.

When Shen Sitang and Mu Huaichuan rushed to the gate of the city, they saw a bunch of men in black lying on the ground. Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi were slumped on the ground exhausted. The unicorn suits on both of them were damaged, obviously injured.

Wei Jiuyuan was also here, she was the most seriously injured, her whole red cedar was covered with traces of moisture, her shoulders were even more smudged, she was leaning against the city wall, still holding the silver whip tightly in her hand.

Shen Sitang stepped forward quickly, passing by Gu Nanzhou, whose face was splashed with blood, and Qin Xingyi, whose hair was disheveled. The two of them felt a gust of wind passing by, stirring up dust on the ground, and they had to close their eyes in embarrassment. .

"Sister Jiuyuan, how are you doing!"

Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi looked at each other sadly, yes, help her eat for nothing!

Wei Jiuyuan's face was pale and very weak, but she still smiled at Shen Sitang and shook her head: "It's not a problem, it's just a minor injury."

Shen Sitang's eyes were red: "Sister Jiuyuan, I'll take you back for treatment."

Wei Jiuyuan nodded slowly.

Shen Sitang immediately bent over with his back to her, turned his head and said, "Sister Jiuyuan, I'll carry you."

Wei Jiuyuan couldn't bear it: "Little Eleven, you also have injuries."

"My injury is not a hindrance, come up quickly." Wei Jiuyuan bled a lot, so there was no delay.

Wei Jiuyuan stared at Shen Sitang's slender back for a moment, and then lay down awkwardly.

Everyone in the Inspectorate is afraid of her, because she is like a predator who will not fall, either in battle or on the way to the battlefield.

No one has ever cared for her so meticulously, as if she was fragile porcelain that couldn't help being bumped.

Shen Sitang passed Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi again with Wei Jiuyuan on his back, seemed to have finally remembered the kindness of sharing food between the two, and looked at Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi with a troubled expression.

Gu Nanzhou sighed, picked up the saber on the ground and stood up with strength, and said firmly: "I'm fine, I can walk by myself."

Qin Xingyi remained silent, consciously following behind Gu Nanzhou.

When Zhao Jingxing and Lu Lingxiao rushed over with their people, they saw Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi limping behind Mu Huaichuan, followed by Shen Sitang who was carrying Wei Jiuyuan on his back, Lu Lingxiao immediately arranged for officials to take care of the isolated Two helpless poor people.

The officials who helped them heard the groans and sighs all the way.

The medicine hall of the Inspectorate was very lively tonight, the people in the medicine hall enthusiastically brought the wounded into the house, and began to show their skills with unconcealed excitement.

Wei Jiuyuan's shoulders were half exposed, and Gu Nanzhou and Qin Xingyi discovered that there was still a broken arrow on her shoulder. No wonder she had been leaning against the city wall. It turned out that they didn't want them to see her injury.

Mu Huaichuan's face changed, and he scolded in a deep voice: "Nonsense! How dare you hold on with such a serious injury? How many lives do you have!"

Wei Jiuyuan gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and replied with a pale face: "It's okay, I can't die."

"you!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Gu Nanzhou immediately smoothed things over with a smile: "Boss, don't be angry, you also know that she is a stubborn person."

As he spoke, those slightly upturned fox eyes blinked at Shen Sitang.

Shen Sitang understood and joined the ranks of persuasion: "You Yushi, sister Jiuyuan has been hurt so badly, so don't talk about her."

Qin Xingyi nodded in agreement: "Well, it makes sense."

Mu Huaichuan pursed his lips and didn't explain. Wei Jiuyuan joined the Procuratorate five years ago. In the past five years, she always ran wherever there was danger. He knew what she wanted to prove, but she only had one life, so she put herself in danger unscrupulously. Sooner or later something will happen.

Why are the deputy capital envoys of the Procuratorate so young? Because the older ones died in the mission. Mu Huaichuan grew up with the governor. He has seen too many lives and deaths. He always thinks about himself. If he could be stronger, the casualties could be reduced, but the premise was that the person he wanted to protect knew how to protect himself.

The doctor at the medicine hall slowly pulled the Broken Arrow away from Wei Jiuyuan's flesh and blood. Seeing her clenching her teeth tightly, Mu Huaichuan couldn't help but say, "Be gentle."

The doctor slowed down again to minimize her pain.

When the Broken Arrow was taken out, Shen Sitang and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, He Xinyuan and He Zhao also came back, and they were also injured. Obviously, the killers in Southern Xinjiang did not intend to let Sun Maorong's family go. Fortunately, they made arrangements in advance.

Mu Huaichuan was sure that they were all right, so he asked, "Is the arrangement made at the Sun's residence?"

He Xinyuan replied: "It's all arranged, and the most able to fight among the officials are all over there."

Mu Huaichuan was relieved, and frowned, "It is presumed that the masters from southern Xinjiang are not limited to those we killed tonight, and the people hiding behind them still haven't shown their faces."

"Sun Maorong said something to me before he died."

As soon as Shen Sitang said this, everyone looked at her.

"What?"

"Sun Maorong said that he has been suspecting that the saint is in the capital."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and Mu Huaichuan frowned: "You mean the saintess of Southern Xinjiang!"

Shen Sitang nodded slowly: "That's right."

Although Sun Maorong was only skeptical, he had hidden the capital for southern Xinjiang for 30 years. There must be a reason why he thought so.

Southern Xinjiang Saintess!

This is an important clue Sun Maorong gave her before he died!
(End of this chapter)