As soon as Liao Yanqi gave the order, he heard Sang Luo say: "There is no need to waste stardust, let these soldiers retreat."
Sang Luo grabbed the white paper fan and stepped forward, using the short knife hidden in the paper fan to cut the throat of a mutant. The man fell to the ground directly after being hit by the knife. When Liao Yanqi saw this, he also rushed forward with a knife, and the two of them exchanged words.
With cooperation, all those mutants will be wiped out in a matter of seconds.
Then, the two of them turned around and looked at the man who was still standing there, covering his chest with pain on his face.
The man's face was covered with sweat, and the sweat beads were as big as soybeans. He could see that he was in great pain, and he raised his hand and reached out to Sang Luo, as if he wanted to ask for help.
While Sang Luo stared at the man closely, the hand behind his back had already pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his waist and was ready.
Suddenly, the man began to vomit, and when he spit out a ball of white paste-like stuff in his mouth, his chest exploded, but the white paste-like thing jumped up and rushed towards Sang Luo, who dodged to avoid it.
, the thing did not stop, but pounced directly on Tang Xiaohao.
"Xiao Hao!" Sang Luo subconsciously threw the talisman towards the white object, but it was too late, the object had already reached Tang Xiaohao's eyes.
It's over! Just when these two words appeared in Liao Yanqi's mind, Tang Xiaohao miraculously avoided saying anything. The moment he turned around, he grabbed the cloth bag in the hands of the soldier next to him and directly scattered the stardust inside.
After the white fine sand in the bag was sprinkled on the white object, the white object began to bubble and smoke when it hit the ground, and soon evaporated without a trace.
Sang Luo turned around and looked at the remaining people. Those people either collapsed on the ground in fear or vomited out of extreme fear. The innkeeper was also seriously injured and died before he could say his last words.
Sang Luo looked at the mutants on the ground and said something very strange: "Why do such monsters appear in the capital of Gods?"
Although the new crisis has been resolved again, a new problem has arisen. Xiaoxuan, who was transformed into Guijia, has obviously infected other people. So are all the remaining people here infected?
Liao Yanqi walked up to Sang Luo and said: "Great counselor, these people who have been infected for the second time are far less powerful and faster than the people before. They can still be killed with ordinary weapons. I just don't understand what the white thing was just now."
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Sang Luo frowned: "It stands to reason that it takes at least six to twelve hours to turn into Guijia after being infected, but these people just now should be less than two hours away from the person before they came into contact."
Liao Yanqi added: "I'm afraid everyone here is infected, why not do it before they mutate..."
After speaking, Liao Yanqi made a gesture of wielding a knife.
Before Sang Luo could express anything, Tang Xiaohao walked directly between the two of them: "General Liao, you won't forget that the three of us are included in the people here, right? You mean, we took care of those ordinary people,
And then the three of us stand here, stabbing each other with knives? I don’t mind if you come first, come on, give me your knife first.”
Liao Yanqi was speechless. Naturally, he just wanted to kill everyone except himself, Sang Luo and Tang Xiaohao.
But Sang Luo said: "General Liao's words are reasonable, and Mr. Tang's words are also correct."
As expected, he was a great counselor and no one would be offended by what he said. Tang Xiaohao looked at Sang Luo sideways.
Liao Yanqi explained: "I'm just worried that something will happen again."
Sang Luo looked at the people opposite: "I don't know what the route of infection is yet, but cleaning out everyone here is just a bad idea."
Liao Yanqi immediately asked: "Ask the great counselor, what is the best strategy?"
Tang Xiaohao interrupted again: "The best thing is for you to tell me first, what is this Guijia? I don't want to die in confusion."
Liao Yanqi comforted him: "Master Tang, as long as I am here..."
"As long as you are here, I will have a companion on the road to Huangquan in the Nine Realms, right?" Tang Xiaohao said expressionlessly, "I am already involved in it, is there any point in you still hiding it from me? Or should I wait until tomorrow evening?
, do you plan to silence all the people here to avoid leaking the news?"
Liao Yanqi glanced at Sang Luo, lowered his head and said nothing.
Sang Luo called Tang Xiaohao to the inn kitchen. Tang Xiaohao originally thought that he was going to explain, but who would have thought that Sang Luo would suddenly attack him, and hit him directly at the throat, which was a killing move.
Instinctively, Tang Xiaohao avoided and started to fight back, but he stopped just as his hand was about to attack Sanglu, and then the playful smile appeared on his face again: "Brother Luo, why are you scaring me?"
Sang Luo sneered: "Even if that white thing just jumped at Liao Yanqi, he couldn't dodge it. Not only did you dodge it easily, but you also took the soldier's star dust and scattered it. You have practiced this skill a lot."
It’s been ten years, right?”
Tang Xiaohao continued to pretend to be stupid: "What kind of kung fu? It was just my instinctive reaction to survive!"
Sang Luo added: "When I tested you earlier, I knew that you would not avoid or fight back without using a killing move, so I attacked your throat directly. Sure enough, you not only avoided it, but also immediately fought back.
The opportunity is good, if you have a short knife in your hand, I will die."
Tang Xiaohao frowned and said, "Did you drink fake wine? I told you not to drink. It's not good for your brain. Just play in the kitchen by yourself. I'm leaving."
Sang Luo unfolded his fan and said with a smile: "Liao Yanqi's brain is relatively slow and he hasn't reacted yet. When he reacts, tell Mu Yinghao about the matter. If Mu Yinghao tells Nanrong Qufeng, the people of the Nanrong family will know.
You, Tang Xiaohao, are not a prodigal or a prodigal, but an aspiring man with both civil and military skills, who can wear a sword and enter the court at any time, so what will be the consequences?"
After hearing this, Tang Xiaohao turned around and returned to Sang Luo, continuing to smile playfully: "I am indeed a person with ambition, but I am just a hemorrhoid... Brother Luo, if you make this joke too big, someone will die."
Sang Luo's face darkened: "You also know that people will die? Since you are going to bury yourself in the soil, then cover it up and don't show any sharpness, not only for you, but also for your father, and for the sake of this world that has not yet been peaceful.
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Tang Xiaohao pretended not to understand, and smiled innocently.
Sang Luo continued: "Don't ask about Guijia, it won't do you any good. If you already know the secret behind this matter, then you are really not far from death. What you need to worry about now is whether you
Infected, if we were all infected, no one would be able to walk out of the inn alive."
Tang Xiaohao asked: "Then how do I know if I am infected?"
Sang Luo said: "Normally, it takes six to twelve hours for an infected person to mutate. The characteristic of the mutation is that his eyes will glow red under the setting sun. But this time is different, not only the mutated
The speed has accelerated, and the people after the mutation are also different from the Guijia discovered before, so you and I must be prepared to die."
Tang Xiaohao smiled when he heard this, but when he saw Sang Luo's serious face, he quickly put away his smile: "Okay, let me think about it now. If I get infected, I should die like this. I think I am more suitable for Peony."
If you go down to die, you will be like a ghost if you do this. It's getting late, so I'll go upstairs first."
Tang Xiaohao walked to the kitchen door, stopped and turned around and said, "I'll try not to let Miss Hanshuang make any noise."
Sang Luo watched Tang Xiaohao leave and sighed, hoping that this kid could hide himself well.
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Imperial City, inside the imperial study.
The 20-year-old emperor stood in front of the map of the Nine Plains, slowly opening his arms, as if embracing the world that did not yet completely belong to him. The servants on both sides carefully put on the soft protective armor on the emperor's body.
, and the emperor's eyes were always fixed on the position of Baili County on the map of the whole territory.
After the emperor put on the protective soft armor, he stopped the servants from bringing the Kowloon uniform that symbolized the imperial power in front of him: "You guys go down first."
After the chamberlain left, the emperor looked at the map of the whole territory and said, "Are the arrangements in place?"
A deep and powerful voice came from the back of the map of the whole territory: "Back to the Emperor, the Xuanbu secret chess in the nine gates of the Imperial City and the secret places of the Divine Capital City are all ready. If there are any changes, they will be carried out according to the plan.
Clean up.”
The Xuanbu this person is talking about is a special organization directly under the emperor of the Dachang Dynasty, but very few people know about the existence of this organization. The main purpose of the Xuanbu is to help the emperor collect intelligence from various places, so it has also placed people in various places.
Many people, these people are called dark chess.
The emperor closed his eyes and sat down: "How is the situation in Baili County?"
The man replied: "The weather is calm, and there is no sign of troop movements. Bai Shihui has always stayed in the tent, with only his own soldiers around him, and he has not discussed matters with other generals in the army."
The emperor frowned when he heard this: "Bai Shihui may have done it on purpose, acting for me."
The man said: "Bai Shihui will never know who in the army is the secret chess player of Xuanbu."
The emperor said: "Even if he doesn't know, he still knows that I will send people to keep an eye on him. If he can't even think of this, how can he command the army?"
The man could only say: "Yes."
The emperor thought for a while and said: "Just act according to my previous plan. You can step back."
The man said: "I leave."
The commander of the Xuan Department had just resigned when the voice of the chamberlain came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Nan Rong Qu Feng, Minister of the Ministry of War, would like to see you."
The emperor said: "Let him come in."
When the commander of the Xuan Department heard that Nanrong Qufeng had arrived, he immediately turned back and hid in the dark, his hand already holding the short knife on his waist.
As soon as Nanrong Qufeng, who was wearing official uniform, arrived at the door of the royal study, he knelt down and said, "I, Nanrong Qufeng, have an audience with the Holy One."
The emperor said: "I love you, I am a normal person. If you have anything to say, I am not an outsider."
Nanrong Qufeng did not go in, but stood at the door and said: "I'm here late at night because of the Guijia case that happened in the city of God."
Just as the emperor was about to say something, he remembered something. Although he had already known about it, it was through the Xuan Department, because no one had reported it to him so far. Therefore, if the emperor showed that he knew about it, then Nan
Rong Qufeng would immediately understand that the emperor had his own source of information.
Nanrong Qufeng's words sounded fine, but they were also a test.
In order to guard against powerful ministers like Nanrong Qufeng, the emperor, who had only been on the throne for a few years, always acted as a puppet who had no independent opinion, panicked when encountering problems, was careless at all times, and even seemed a little silly.
The youngest emperor of the Dachang Dynasty did not know that there was another person doing the same thing as him in the Divine Capital City.
The emperor got up, walked to the door, looked at Nanrong Qufeng and said, "I've let you in, why are you still kneeling there?"
Nanrong Qufeng, who looked kind and kind-hearted, had an amiable attitude and had no choice but to stand up: "Yes."
After Nanrong Qufeng walked into the imperial study, the emperor asked happily: "There is Guijia again? Can we catch him alive this time?"
Is it possible that Nan Rong Qu Feng said: "When you return to the emperor, you are already dead, and he was killed by the great counselor himself?"
The emperor was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, he made a fist with his right hand and immediately released it, but he said: "Why did Sang Luo kill that Guijia? I have told him a long time ago that I want to see with my own eyes what that Guijia is.
Look, what does he mean by this? Resistance? Believe it or not, I turned around and chopped him, and I chopped him with my own hands."
Nanrong Qufeng glanced at the emperor secretly: "Your Majesty, what I am wondering about is why the great counselor is not in the army, but in the divine capital city."
The emperor deliberately suddenly realized: "Yes, why? He has not married a wife, so there is no need to rush back to see her, right?"
Nanrong Qufeng coughed, indicating that the emperor should be more careful when speaking.
The emperor disagreed: "Why are you coughing? It's just the two of us here. I usually wear a dragon's face and pose in the palace. I'm already very tired. Why do I still have to pretend in the imperial study? I might as well not be the emperor."
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After the emperor finished speaking, he turned around and left, but out of the corner of his eye he looked at Nanrong Qufeng, wanting to see his reaction.
Nanrong Qufeng immediately knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, this cannot be said..."
"What can't be done?" The emperor interrupted Nanrong Qufeng, "Okay, just tell me why the great counselor is not in the army, but in the city of Shendu?"
Nanrong Qufeng was still kneeling there: "I don't know, so I think we should send someone to meet the great counselor?"
The emperor sat back on the chair and stuffed snacks into his mouth until his cheeks bulged, then he said vaguely: "Ai Qing, come too? These are Sijizhai's snacks, stuffed with red bean paste."
Nanrong Qufeng said: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I don't dare."
The emperor said helplessly: "Why don't you dare to eat a snack? Are you tired from being so pretentious all day long? Do you do the same when you go home? Don't your family think you are sick?"
The emperor asked questions like a barrage, making Nanrong Qufeng not sure how to answer, but he felt relieved that at least the emperor was completely under his control.
However, Nanrong Qufeng always felt that the emperor was very similar to his unrelated grandson.
Nanrong Qufeng said: "Who does the emperor think is appropriate to send?"
The emperor pretended to be impatient: "You decide. After you go back and ask what happened, tell me. I have to read the memorial. You can go back."
Nanrong Qufeng said: "Yes."
Nanrong Qufeng was still kneeling there because the emperor hadn't asked him to get up yet. Although he did not take the young emperor seriously, he still had to pretend.
After the emperor finished speaking, he picked up a book and started reading. He deliberately pretended to have forgotten Nanrong's music style, but in fact he was secretly watching it, thinking: The old immortal is quite good at pretending, just keep kneeling, I
Let’s see how long you can keep your old bones on your knees. If you don’t call me, I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.
Nanrong Qufeng naturally felt uncomfortable after kneeling for a long time. He couldn't help but raise his head to speak, and found that what the emperor was reading was not a memorial, let alone a book about hard work and learning, but a book called "The Illustrated Book of Women in the City of Gods"
stuff.
When Nanrong Qufeng saw the woman with an uncovered top on the cover, he almost fell to the ground, but he still composed himself and deliberately raised his voice and said: "Your Majesty, I have to leave."
The emperor put down the book suddenly and hurriedly hid it behind his back: "You haven't left yet?"
Nanrong Qufeng lowered his head and said, "The emperor hasn't asked me to get up yet."
The emperor said: "Get up, get up, it's getting late, go home quickly, your wife will have to worry, let's go, let's go, I have to continue studying."
After Nanrong Qufeng stood up and backed away from the royal study, he straightened up, then raised his head and chest and looked at the chamberlains next to him. Several chamberlains immediately lowered their heads, wishing they could put their foreheads directly on their toes.
Nanrong Qufeng glanced back at the imperial study room with a sneer on his face: Ji Chengying, just sit on the throne for my Nanrong family. As long as you remain consistent, then I will remain determined.
After Nan Rong Qufeng had gone away, Ji Chengying walked slowly to the door of the imperial study room and stared at the shambling but powerful old man.
Nanrong Qufeng, you should be the watchdog for me. As long as you don’t want to satisfy your desires, I will not leave no room for you. This chapter has been completed!