At the foot of Jiuhuilang Mountain, Zherong looked up at the mountain. The mountain road was bent and 18 bends, and the peaks were completely out of the sky.
Zherong looked back and said to Huangfu Shi, who was also rushing to death: "Junior Brother Huangfu, where do you think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be?"
A trace of loneliness surged into my heart, and the tenderness of the past faintly appeared on Huangfu Shi's vigorous face, "If he really came here, maybe Wang Fengshi would be a place to go."
"Let's go!" Zherong, in a low voice, found a dangerous shortcut, climbed up the rock. Behind him, a group of guards followed closely.
Zherong used his light skills, his body was as light as a swallow, and he jumped on the rocks. Within less than a stick of incense, he had already climbed to the territory of Wangfeng Stone.
He raised his eyes and looked confused and suddenly came into his eyes, making him feel shocked.
The stern wind passed, and the sky was full of wilderness. On the open space near Wangfeng Stone, weeds and trees were tilted, and the ground was covered with blood. Obviously, I had just experienced a life-and-death battle.
The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, Zherong's face was gloomy, he bent down, dipped his hands in the blood stains on the ground, pursed his fingers, then leaned over to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, "The blood stains are not dry, now
, no more than half an hour! We are one step late!"
He looked around and although the surroundings were messy, many traces had been eliminated. It was obvious that someone had deliberately cleaned them.
Zherong reached out to touch the holes on the rock wall, and no clue could escape his sharp eyes. "A war of arrows happened here! Although the arrows had been picked up, I can be sure that at least three
There were more than ten people fighting fiercely, and more than twenty casualties.”
At this moment, Huangfu Shi could no longer withstand the panic in his heart. He shivered in the wind, "This, this, will the Crown Prince be among them too? What should I do? The Crown Prince..."
Suddenly, a broken folding fan hidden in the pile of dry grass attracted Zherong's attention. He hurriedly bent down and took the broken fan out of the pile of thatched pile of cracks in the stone.
When he looked closely, the broken sentences written by Xi Ming's handwriting suddenly came into his eyes, shocking the Zherong guards, as if they had encountered a bolt from the blue.
Obviously, this incomplete iron fracture fan is what Prince Xi Ming carries with him. It is the favorite of his folding fans. It is often joked that the fan is there, and the fan is destroyed and the person is killed...
A pair of iron fists clattered, and even the folding fan was kneaded and squeezed in his hand and changed shape. The guards of Zherong burst into tears at that moment, and suddenly roared to the sky, "Your Highness, you are here
where?"
The guards slowly gathered around the Zherong guards. There was no need for too much words. You could understand the key points just by looking at the folding fan. Everyone stood there silently and stood there blankly.
But Huangfu Shi was already crying and could not help himself.
Although he was unlucky and finally chose to give up, it is undeniable that the unforgettable love between him and Xi Ming. Even if Qing Yan had already penetrated his heart, it could not truly fill his sentimental heart. Because,
There is always a person living in his heart, and no matter how withered, prosperous, ups and downs, he will firmly occupy a place in his heart.
Suddenly hearing the bad news, how could Huangfu feel the truth?
Suddenly, the Zherong guard shouted loudly, "They must have not walked far away yet, dispersed and searched the mountains!"
The guards rushed to all directions in an orderly manner and disappeared among the mountains and mountains in an instant.
Zherong vaguely sensed a faint bloodline on the ground. With his keen professional pursuit characteristics, he followed the blood beads scattered on the ground and searched all the way.
Following the bloodstains, he found a new pit of earthblock in a valley.
He slowly bent down and stroked the loess with his almost trembling hands.
My heart was so nervous that I was about to jump out of my chest!
He tried his best to soothe his ups and downs, took a deep breath, picked up a bunch of loess with bare hands, and stole it on the side. Before he could dig a few pieces of loess, he touched a horse leather boot!
My nervous heart was relieved a little. At least, this pair of shoes did not belong to Prince Xi Ming.
Soon, the body of the eight-foot-tall man was dragged out of the earthbow by Zherong.
He died of a sword.
The wound is three inches long and one inch deep, and the weapon must be a narrow-mouthed thin sword! In the martial arts world, there are very few masters who are good at using thin swords. This person should have died from Xi Ming's willow-leaf waist sword!
Zherong continued to dig the soil bags with his bare hands and dragged out one corpse after another from the pit until his hands were already bloody and could no longer continue.
Fortunately, the guards who searched the mountains found this place one after another, without supervision. Everyone was careful to dig the soil, afraid that they might be the prince's body below...
The setting sun is like blood, and tears have become sorrow.
A total of 19 corpses were dug out from this landbag.
No Prince Xi Ming was found.
What is surprising is that although countless arrow holes were found at the scene of the incident, these people, without any arrow injuries, all died of a sword with extremely cruel methods.
Even Zherong, the top killer in the city country, who was a bird's eye view of all living beings, was stunned by the scene in front of him. What a powerful warrior he was? His skillful methods and his vicious attacks made Zherong sigh.
He could also understand the potential of life that Prince Xi Ming stimulated when he was besieged by dozens of people... This is exactly what is called "putting it to death" and living... It's a pity that since Xi Ming is so powerful, he is so powerful
,still……
A accompanying guard carefully helped the Zherong guard bandage the wound. At this moment, Zherong, a professional killer who was known as cold-faced and iron-blooded, had a face full of divine injuries.
This killer is not too cold. How can others experience the feeling of fear of losing his beloved friends around him?
Finally, Zherong returned to peace, "No need to bandage me anymore! Continue to find the whereabouts of the prince! Expand the scope of search! You have to see people alive, and you have to see corpses when you die! No, you can't die... you can't see corpses..."
Sighing leisurely, Zherong handed the broken folding fan to Huangfu Shi, "Please trouble Brother Huangfu and return to the capital to meet the saint. This matter is of great importance and no delays are allowed. All the imperial guards must be mobilized to find His Royal Highness the Prince.
The whereabouts of
Huangfu Shi's handsome face could not hide the depression, grief and anger in his heart. He slowly took over the broken folding fan with his trembling hands, "I understand..."
"Oh," Zherong turned around, feeling sad and melancholy indescribable, "I have no face to face the emperor, I have not fulfilled my responsibilities, I am guilty... Prince, you must not have something to do, Prince...