Yunzhuo's feeble cry for help was still lingering in his ears, as if it was coming from another country, so unreal, so ethereal.
Feng Qi looked at Yunzhuo, who was lying in the wilderness covered in blood and disheveled, and squatted down cautiously, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.
She held Yunzhuo in her arms, her crystal eyes gleaming with a layer of mist, and her voice became a little more throaty.
"Yun Zhuo, how could you do this...who did it? I'll kill them for you!"
Yunzhuo's clothes were torn apart, and there were blood stains flowing down his lower limbs. When had Yunzhuo, who had been pampered since childhood, ever experienced such humiliation?
Because Yun Zhuo didn't cry when the injury was excruciatingly painful, and she didn't cry when she looked at Gu Nianqing, but now she couldn't hold back any longer.
A pale hand tightly grasped Feng Qi's clothes, a pair of eyes full of desolation and unwillingness, "Feng Qi..."
But before the sentence was finished, there was no next sentence.
Feng Qi took off his shawl to cover Yun Zhuo's body, and knelt on the spot crying.
Yunzhuo really looks like her sister...
She didn't know what Yunzhuo wanted to say in the end, to avenge her? Or to do other things for her.
In a daze, a hand suddenly stretched out and grasped Feng Qi's arm tightly. Yun Zhuo's dead look suddenly enlarged in his eyes, looking so miserable and ferocious.
"all because of you!"
Feng Qi woke up from his sleep and broke into a cold sweat. He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the surrounding layout clearly. It turned out to be a dream.
That day Yunzhuo encountered a bandit and was not spared. When he arrived, Yunzhuo had already committed suicide due to the humiliation.
Although Feng Qi had killed every rogue bandit, he still often dreamed that Yun Zhuo was blaming herself, so she probably still had unfinished business.
He buried Yunzhuo in her grave, at least so that she could relax and meet Gu Nianqing.
She held the sword and her thoughts drifted away, but the smell of blood lingering on her body still did not dissipate.
"I heard that a jack-of-all-trades who knows everything has come to the Underground Ghost Market?"
"Yes, yes, it is said that if you can ask a question, he will definitely be able to answer it."
"And such a good thing?!"
"But not everyone can ask questions. Every month the ghost market competes for the Ghost King's Order. Only those who have obtained the Ghost King's Order can see this know-it-all."
"But the Ghost King's Token is not so easy to snatch. Did you see that these people are all here for it."
Sitting in the teahouse, Feng Qi lowered his head and drank tea, quietly listening to the chat at the next table.
These two people were probably new here and they were talking about old sesame seeds and rotten millet things.
I have been waiting in the dungeon for a month, and today is the time to compete for the Ghost King Token, so naturally I cannot miss it.
Regarding Yunzhuo's matter, I was still worried. There were so many doubts but nowhere to be investigated, so I could only start with the Ghost King's Order.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
A burst of deafening drum beats sounded quickly and with great force.
As the name suggests, the underground city is built underground. The terrain is complex, but it is also extremely prosperous.
The entrance to the dungeon is hidden, so ordinary people cannot enter, and the entrance is guarded by ghost soldiers.
A lot of people have gathered under the high platform, but it is surprisingly quiet. Everyone is staring at everything on the high platform.
A group of tall ghost soldiers in red armor escorted a man in mysterious clothes. The man was wearing a large cloak, and his entire face was hidden in the darkness.
The bonfire on the stone wall also began to flicker slightly, but it soon calmed down.
The black-robed messenger's hand, as dry as a twig, tremblingly raised a token. The black gold was engraved with complicated dragon inscriptions - the Ghost King's Order!
The crowd was slightly restless and eager to try.
The voice of the black-robed messenger was as old and feeble as his hands, but it was particularly clear at this moment.
Feng Qi, who was in the teahouse opposite, looked at everything carefully. There was only an underground river between him and the high platform.
The boats moored on the underground river were also full of people, just like Feng Qi, they were all waiting for an opportunity to take action.
"Those who receive the Ghost King's order can know the affairs of the world."
With just such a brief sentence, the Ghost King Token in his hand was released and fell vertically.
In just the blink of an eye, a large number of people rose into the air, but they were soon trampled and fell down.
The people on the underground river couldn't help but rushed forward, drawing out their sharp blades to cut a bloody path, which immediately led to a melee.
The water and blood mixed together, and the wailing and shouting from time to time were frightening.
The theatergoers had already stepped aside for fear of being affected.
Feng Qi looked around and found that he was not the only one hibernating.
The people on the ship who had not yet moved also saw Feng Qi, but their eyes met and they showed a contemptuous smile. It seemed that they were bound to win.
Half a moment later, the Ghost King's Order was still circulating in the hands of different people.
A scarred man finally grasped the Ghost King's Token at the cost of an arm. After struggling to get rid of the entanglement, he climbed towards the high platform.
As long as we reach the black-robed messenger, this farce will be over.
But after climbing a few steps onto the wooden platform, he was dragged down.
Seeing the right moment, Feng Qi put down the tea cup in his hand. As the tea splashed everywhere, Feng Qi had already reached the underground river.
Passing by the ship, he jumped lightly, stepped on the man's shoulder, and took the Ghost King's Order effortlessly.
There were many people like Feng Qi who were waiting for the fishermen to make a profit. When they saw Feng Qi take action, they no longer hesitated and came out from the darkness.
Before he could get to the high platform, Feng Qi was surrounded by people.
"Hand over the Ghost King's Order and you can still leave."
One person kicked away the sharp sword lying on the ground and threatened in a dark way.
Feng Qi's expression remained unchanged, "If you have the ability, just come and get it."
When the swords and lights met, there was a clanging sound. It was not as bloody as the fight just now, and it was mostly just a point.
However, Feng Qi's two fists were no match for his four hands, and he gradually found it difficult. For the time being, he could only dodge the sharp claws that kept extending toward him.
While they were entangled, another man fell in front of Feng Qi without any warning.
It's Gu Nianqing.
Feng Qi was slightly surprised, how could this person appear in the underground city?
Gu Nianqing did not look back at Feng Qi, but she seemed to recognize him.
"I'm here for Yun'er, just go ahead and I'll hold you back."
Feng Qi was not a pretentious person. He stepped directly on Gu Nianqing's back and jumped towards the high platform.
Upon seeing this, some people rushed over to pull Feng Qi down, but they were stopped one by one by Gu Nianqing.
Just when Feng Qi was about to arrive in front of the black-robed messenger, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from nowhere, and the sound of piercing the sky was really harsh.
"careful!"
Feng Qi couldn't dodge, so he subconsciously swung his sword to block it. The sharp arrow was cut off, but the arrow still penetrated straight into Feng Qi's waist.
But fortunately, Feng Qi was already on the high platform, holding up the Ghost King's Order with his blood-covered hands. The black-robed messenger raised his hand gently, and there was another drum sound.
This farce is over.
Feng Qi sat up with difficulty, covering his wounds and looking into the darkness.
I couldn't help but feel a sneer in my heart. After being dormant for so long, everything was in vain. I should be very angry, right?
The man in the darkness gradually stood up. His face was covered with a mask and could not be seen clearly.
The purple robe he wore was particularly dazzling, and the bow and arrow in his hand continued to shoot. When Feng Qi arrived at the high platform, the man seemed a little disappointed.
But he had no intention of continuing to take action. He just bowed respectfully to the black-robed messenger and then retreated into the darkness.
The black-robed messenger glanced down at Feng Qi and said calmly: "Tomorrow at noon, remember, you can only ask one question, and you need to think about it again and again."
Everyone dispersed, and the remaining ghost soldiers began to clean up the broken limbs.
Those who secretly wanted to teach Feng Qi a lesson did not dare to do anything anymore and could only leave silently.
Gu Nianqing quickly jumped up to the high platform and helped Feng Qi up, "Are you okay?"
Feng Qi pulled out the broken arrow from his waist. Fortunately, it was not inserted deeply and the injury was not serious.
But looking at the bloody broken arrow in his hand, Feng Qi was slightly startled.
Maybe the person who shot that arrow was not Gu Nianqing...
She shook off Gu Nianqing's hand and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"
Gu Nianqing frowned slightly, "You didn't answer my question that day."
Feng Qi frowned slightly, looked at Gu Nianqing and pursed her lips slightly, "Yun Zhuo..."
But Feng Qi couldn't say anything. It was because he failed to take good care of Yun Zhuo that Yun Zhuo died so miserably.
She hesitated for a moment, then threw out the broken arrow in her hand, "Yun Zhuo was injured not by the arrow you shot, but by someone else."
"What did you say?"
His eyes were full of disbelief. Of course he knew how to measure his archery skills. There was no way he could hit Yunzhuo's vitals, and it was also impossible not to miss.
Feng Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held the Ghost King Ling tightly.
"There was someone else who injured Yunzhuo's vitals. General, why don't you check if there were others on the battlefield that day."
As if he had thought of something, Feng Qi suddenly turned his head and looked at Gu Nianqing, "The general knows what happens on the battlefield better than anyone else."
Ignoring Gu Nianqing's surprise behind him, Feng Qi chased directly in the direction of the purple-robed man just now.
No matter how you say it, Gu Nianqing is a dignified general. He should have his own way of investigating these things, so he can save himself some trouble.
The same arrow, the same strength, you can't mistake it.
Suddenly I remembered that the war had not subsided that day, and when I took Yunzhuo away, I met so many people wearing armor.
Although they have never met each other, they are not alone with others, but are searching for something on the city wall.
It was they who spilled all the kerosene and lit the fire.
Now that I think about it, those people might have come to see Yunzhuo.
However, after chasing the purple-robed man in the direction he left for a long time, Feng Qi still found nothing, but the wound was still aching.
There was no other way, Feng Qi could only go back to the inn where he was temporarily staying, and then make plans.
The underground city is not small at all. It has everything that is on the ground, and there are also things that are not on the ground. It is a mixed bag.
But the dungeon is not big at all, and it took less than half a day for Feng Qi to get the Ghost King's Order to be spread all over the place.
That is to say, fortunately, Wan Shitong has an order, and those who have obtained the Ghost King's order are protected by the underground city, and no one dares to seek her displeasure.
But it is inevitable that some people will find other ways.
Those who try their best to get the Ghost King's Token all have a necessary answer, such as who is the murderer of their loved ones, and where is the person who has been searching for half a world...
Feng Qi returned to the inn and simply treated the wound, but found that the wound was slightly black, as if he had been poisoned.
But Feng Qi is not a person who is proficient in poison, and he cannot detect what the poison is.
I just didn't realize that I was feeling uncomfortable, so I bandaged it hastily.
Before Feng Qi could rest for a while, a man's voice came from outside the door, but it was not Gu Nianqing.
"The girl is in the house? Can I see her?"
Feng Qi frowned, threw aside the bloody bandage on the table and hid it, arranged his clothes and sat down in front of the table.
"Enter."
Feng Qi had seen the man who came in. He was the same man who saw him standing on the boat.
The first thing the man said when he came in was: "Is the girl injured? The smell of blood is a bit pungent..."
Feng Qi poured a cup of tea calmly, his posture seemed a little lazy, "What a bloody smell, didn't you all see the arrow today?"
The man didn't feel embarrassed, "I came here rashly today because I have something to ask of the girl."
Taking off the hat on his head, the man revealed his face, but there was a ferocious scar on his originally delicate face.
"There is a person here that I have to find. I also ask the girl to meet Wan Shitong tomorrow and ask for me. If the girl agrees, I will be willing to agree to whatever the girl wants."
Feng Qi exhaled a breath of hot breath and said slowly: "I also have a question that I have to ask."
The man's eyes were a little cloudy, "Girl, this should be the second time you have obtained the Ghost King's Order, right?"
"Yes, so what?"
"Girl, I can't wait until next month, please girl..."
Before the man could finish his words, Feng Qi stood up, stretched out his hand and gave the order to expel the guests.
"The person you are looking for is in the underground city. You don't need to know everything. Just go to the blacksmith shop in the west of the city and have a look."
Feng Qi has met this man many times, but he just doesn't want to pay too much attention to him. He is just a madman whose eyes are blinded by revenge. This chapter has been completed!
