On the highest floor of this building called "Fan Building", on the eighth floor that was originally reserved for the private space of the building owner, several corpses were already lying in a pool of blood; including those of Fan Building who was tortured and tortured to death.
The Lord, as well as his favorite maids, concubines and close servants.
And a young man with a high nose and long eyes, a somewhat unruly demeanor, wearing a Hufu with a blue stripe lapel, is sitting on the original agarwood chair of the original owner of the Fan Building with a golden sword; the other has a cold and tough demeanor.
The companion, standing among the corpses on the ground, slowly wiped the blood splattered on his hands.
"It's such a pity. This monthly income is at least tens of thousands of dollars."
The companion wiped it carefully over and over again and said:
"It doesn't matter, as long as the ghost market still exists, as long as there are many illegal people in this underground place; no matter how many buildings have been confiscated, they can all stand up again. Even the name of the owner of the ghost market can be reestablished.
One. Now, it is just temporarily in the hands of others."
The young man in Hufu shook his head and said:
"Sorry, sir, something happened in the fighting arena."
"Some people were smashing things everywhere and letting go of animal pens and poultry enclosures."
At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside, as well as panicked shouts: and then followed by sudden short screams, everything fell silent again.
Then, looking at the slowly rising fires in the ghost market downstairs and the noisy street conflicts, the young man in Hufu spoke again:
"But did your people do it?"
"How is it possible? My people are here to silence, reduce damage, and deal with the aftermath. They are not here to make things worse."
The companion shook his head decisively:
"That means someone also got the news and wanted to take advantage of the situation before Jinwuwei and Xiantai entered the ghost market in large numbers." The young man in Hufu said decisively: "On the contrary, your men have discovered and dealt with several groups of hidden people through inside information.
Why didn't the gentleman who came in fail to find the key point?"
"After all, there is too little useful information in Xantai, and they don't really want to cooperate with us." The companion continued to shake his head: "Those who came in beforehand also knew too little, and the only one who knew more, but
He was accidentally injured and did not survive. All I knew at the moment was that the key person was very careful, and even the people who protected him were personally selected; they never really showed their faces from the beginning to the end."
"In this case, it will make the ghost market even more chaotic. Only in this way can he be forced to show up in order to protect himself; of course, if he dies in the chaos, it will save a lot of trouble. Ding
Seven, you can bring some people and add some fire to the people below!"
The young man in Hufu sighed again, and then gave instructions: Someone followed and left.
"In that case, let my people go too; maybe they can stretch their muscles..."
But his companion looked eager to try:
"No, your people have to stay here just in case, and at the same time, they have to guard this escape route for us;"
The young man in Hufu hesitated and objected:
The next moment, they all smelled the obvious smell of smoke, and couldn't help but walk to the window and cursed in unison:
"Damn it, it's just a matter of taking advantage of the chaos, but someone really dares to set fire to this building!"
"It seems that we can't keep it here anymore. In that case, let's release those things in advance. It can take advantage of the chaos and kill more, and it can also deceive others and confuse the public for a while."
The young man in Hufu also expressed his determination again:
At this time, among the group of people who had retreated to a floor across the street and occupied the only entrance. Jiang Tian also seemed to be aware of it and raised his head, because a mission prompt and a rare message suddenly popped up in his field of vision.
Direction indicator. The next moment he said to Murong Wu, Chen Wentai and others:
"Next, I'm going to go in and find out."
"Jiang Sheng, this place is already on fire. It's too dangerous. It's better to gather the others first and then..."
Jinwu Fire Chief Zhang Wusheng couldn't help but said:
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
Jiang Tian asked rhetorically:
"May I ask what it is?"
Zhang Wusheng was choked up when he heard this.
"The ghost market is so noisy, but our people have not appeared yet. Whether it is the brothers who came in first, or the people who followed behind; even if not even a smoke arrow was fired, this is really abnormal, too abnormal.
"
Chen Wentai then said with a solemn expression:
"In this case, we have to act more prudently, especially... we should continue to wait for backup."
Murong Wu, who had been silent all this time, also spoke: But he stopped talking and looked at the three women staying indoors with lowered eyebrows.
"Then do you think we can be alone by hiding here? Or, are you willing to sit back and watch without accomplishing anything?"
Jiang Tian shook his head and said:
"If it's for Jiang Sheng's safety, everything else can be ignored."
Murong Wu hesitated for a moment before saying:
"To be honest with Jiang Sheng, the two generals have specifically given instructions that Jiang Sheng must be considered first in everything; please don't embarrass us."
Chen Wentai also said in a deep voice:
"But I don't think so. This time can't be in vain. Now is obviously the best opportunity to investigate in depth."
Jiang Tian continued to shake his head:
"Not to mention, in terms of self-protection methods alone, your combined strength may not be as good as mine. Next, just make me worry-free and provide some guidance and support."
"In this case, I will not hinder Jiang Sheng; please let Wu Sheng follow me to help and inform him."
Chen Wentai stopped with his eyes. Murong Wu, who was about to say anything else, honestly said:
"good!"
Jiang Tian didn't say anything more; the next moment, he took out several horizontal knives, two crossbows and matching arrow cases that had been hidden in the blind spot around the corner. He faced the stunned Murong Wu and Chen Wentai.
, one person blocked a road;
"You all take it and hold it here for two hours. Make a sound every half hour to report safety, and finally wait for my signal to receive support."
Although this kind of small crossbow machine used exclusively for government purposes has limited penetration and range, it can form effective cross-suppression in narrow places. Then he took out a pack of military-standard concentrated biscuits and a bottle of Jiannan Baiyao
and a roll of straps; he said to Pingting, Ayun and others:
"You guys should also help her take care of her injuries and eat something to satisfy her hunger. During the next period of time, I'm afraid she'll be busy and may have to walk a long way."
After explaining this, Jiang Tian led Zhang Wusheng, rushed through the messy streets, and disappeared into the thick smoke in the foyer of Fan Building opposite. In an instant, Jiang Tian suddenly drew his sword Zidian.
In his hand, he stabbed a figure that suddenly jumped out of the smoke.
He felt as if he had torn through a heavy water bag. After the other party let out a scream, he fell heavily against the wall. But it was a skinny gray-furred wolf, with half of its chest cut open.
, and the colorful internal organs were flowing all over the ground, struggling to get up.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wusheng, whose face was filled with nervousness, emerged from the smoke that was spreading behind him. Jiang Tian once again handed him a pair of short-tip bows with iron arms that could be easily fired in narrow places, as well as a bow full of arrows.
Hulu whispered:
"Will it work?"
"meeting!"
Zhang Wusheng was stunned for a moment, and then he took it over in a familiar manner. He saw him tilting the Hulu opening upwards, hanging it on the hook on the back waist, just in the position where his fingertips would naturally hang down for quick withdrawal. Then he attached the bow arm tightly to the left
On the arm, the right hand was used to complete the adjustment of string hanging and empty hook radiation.
Everything he did was as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, which made Jiang Tian secretly admire and said:
"Next, you are responsible for covering my back; if you can't see me for a while, take various countermeasures and reactions based on the commands I shout or the gestures I make."
"Yes! But please give me orders."
Zhang Wusheng looked solemn and said:
So after a while, Jiang Tian passed through the front hall on the ground floor of Fan Building, where fireworks were blooming, and the messy back hall. However, what was unexpected was that the stairs at both ends that extended diagonally up against the wall had been chopped down in the middle.
It was broken and pushed to the ground, and could no longer be used.
However, the dim direction indicator in Jiang Tian's field of vision was still going straight forward. So he did not hesitate to pass through many obstacles lying on the ground with little burning flames; but he saw the rugged and mottled road.
On the stone wall, there is an open door.
However, when he passed through this portal, his front suddenly opened up again. Inside, the ground dropped with a large slope, forming a large cavity with a unique cave. Therefore, there were many multi-story pavilions clustered on the four walls.
, and the spiraling terraces and pavilions.
Surrounded by all this is the vast field at the lowest point, separated and shrouded by rust-colored iron bars and nets. The ground is covered with thick yellow sand, and there are looming skeletons buried there.
Among them, this is obviously the location of the fighting place described by Aguan.
It's just that at this moment, no one is there in the upper pavilions, stands, the connecting stairways or pavilions in the middle, or in the arena at the bottom. However, in those corridors, one is gnawing.
The black-haired jackal bit the scattered corpses and bared its teeth at Jiang Pi.
Then, before Jiang Tian could take action, the black-haired jackal was accidentally pierced by an arrow in the neck, and rolled to the side with blood splattered on it. But it was Zhang Wuchang who had occupied the doorway position and took action. This also reminded Jiang Tian that he was obviously in the doorway.
Below this arena, there are spaces and transportation channels for raising these living creatures.
And the short dying cry of the black-haired jackal was like a sign and prelude to asking for directions. Suddenly, at the exit of a stairway, the sound of human voices and footsteps echoed, and several figures with half-ghost faces appeared.
.But it also pointed out a specific direction for Jiang Tian.
They were seen holding various long and short swords. After a short and urgent exclamation, they rushed through the narrow stone wall stairway without hesitation, heading straight towards Jiang Tian, who was alone in danger. However, there was no one who could move faster than them.
Even faster, Zhang Wusheng shot arrows from a high position.
Only the hum of a plucked string was heard echoing softly between the walls of this empty cave; those warriors with ghostly faces and gray clothes almost fell down one after another. When he faced him, he knocked down five people with seven arrows.
After that, only the last two people who were able to dodge quickly rushed forward.
Zhang Wuchang couldn't help but opened his mouth to shout, but he only heard the hissing sound of wind tearing through the air; Jiang Tian missed the two people by just a hair. Then, the movements of the two people suddenly stiffened and stopped, and then they stopped.
On the head, neck, shoulders, back, and chest, there were clusters of fine lines of blood spurting out one after another.