A corpse suddenly appeared in the wilderness. Considering Akko's identity, he could have ignored it and just drove over it.
But when she saw the corpse's clothing clearly, she couldn't help but frown: "It seems to be a special envoy from the Martial Alliance. Do you want to go down and take a look?"
"People from the Martial Alliance?"
Lu Fan took one look, opened the car door and walked out.
Akko also followed.
The dead body was that of a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing an obvious warrior uniform with white dragon tails embroidered on his shoulders. His face was dark, and there was dried unknown black liquid left at the corner of his mouth.
"The most common symbols of the Martial Alliance are roughly divided into three types: dragon head, dragon claws, and dragon tail."
"The white dragon head is the symbol of the branch leaders of the general martial alliance scattered across the country, the white dragon claws are the guardians of the general branch, and the dragon tails are the spies sent out."
"This person is obviously a spy sent by the nearby Martial League branch, but I don't know why he died here."
Akko obviously knew the Wu Meng very well and recognized the identity of the dead body at a glance.
Lu Fan bent down, turned over the eyelids of the dead body with his hand, then grabbed the wrist of the dead body and looked at it in front of his eyes, and murmured: "He died of poisoning, and the poison took effect not long ago. He must have been in unbearable pain and rolled down the mountain.
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Akko subconsciously looked up towards the mountain road. Next to it was a dense mountain forest, hundreds of meters high. With this slope and height, let alone being poisoned, even if you were not poisoned, you would almost die if you fell from it.
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"It seems that the situation in the village is more serious than we thought. We must know that even if the people of the top ten ancient martial arts families want to steal things, they will not directly kill the people of the Martial Alliance."
Lu Fan stood up and clapped his hands: "How long until we arrive?"
"twenty minutes."
Akko looked at the time: "Actually, the distance is not far, but the road is rugged and all are mountain roads, so the car travels slowly."
"Let's walk."
Lu Fan said: "You and I use our body skills to hurry up and go early to avoid any further accidents."
The two decided to give up the car and choose to walk directly to the destination village.
The twenty-minute journey took only a little over ten minutes to arrive.
Because from a long distance, Lu Fan saw a stone tablet erected at the entrance of a valley, and he cut three words with a knife and ax that seemed to have a long history: Yujiacun.
In addition, not far from the stone monument, there is a dilapidated wooden house. There are iron racks on both sides of the wooden house, on which the meat and furs of various animals are dried. From a distance, you can smell the smell of bacon along the wind.
Autumn is now the season when animals gain weight. The villagers who rely on the mountains and mountains rely on this short period of less than two months for a whole year's income and food.
There was an old man in old black cloth standing in front of the wooden house. A dozen men and women in luxurious clothes surrounded him and seemed to be asking something, but the old man kept shaking his head.
"Looks like someone from one of the top ten families."
Before Akko could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure walking out of the crowd, waving desperately at the two of them: "Lu Fan! I'm here!"
"Wenren Muxue?"
Lu Fan was slightly startled when he saw the person waving.
Didn't this person go to a secret place with his family to hunt for treasure? Why did he appear in this barren mountain?
Is it possible that the Wenren family's secret realm is nearby?
But Lu Fan and Akko had just approached. Among the group of men and women, a man in his twenties, wearing an Armani sportswear and a handsome face, turned around and stared at Akko with squinted eyes, his eyes flashing suddenly.
With a hint of sinister intent: "It's you, a witch, in broad daylight. Are you here to die?"
