Nightfall Chapter 44: Those worthless things

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 44, Those Worthless Things

In the Central Army’s tent, General Shu Cheng was discussing matters with the officers of the Northeast Frontier Army at all levels. He suddenly noticed the fluctuations in the vitality of the world from the depths of the camp, and heard the following miserable howling, his expression changed slightly. .

A general's expression suddenly tightened, and he stood up and was about to rush out of the account.

General Shu Cheng stared at him coldly, and asked in a cold voice, "Xu Yin, what do you want to do?"

The frontier general named Xu Yin turned around and looked at General Shu, who looked like iron, and finally understood why there was such a meeting today. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and explained in a deep voice: "There is movement in the camp, maybe an enemy spy has sneaked in. As a mountain camp general, he should go and inspect it."

"No need." General Shu Cheng is far above Xu Yin. He looked at the opponent blankly and said: "The court is performing a mission, you don't need to inspect."

If Xu Yin was hit hard in the chest, he was worried about the situation there, but also worried that if the court is really looking at the horse thief, it might be more involved, and he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you know what the court is investigating? And now it’s deep in the wasteland, will the court send someone to investigate it."

General Shu Cheng slapped the table hard and shouted sharply: "Presumptuous, does the court still need to confess to you, the little general! You shut up and sit down!"

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The pale middle-aged man is the leader of the horse thief who killed the grain team on the wasteland. He looked at Ning Que’s face with dull eyes, and said weakly, "If you can find me, why bother to ask me if I am Who?"

"I can find you because I guessed your identity, but the guesswork is beyond count."

Ning Que received the **** umbrella and continued: "Who you are is actually not important, and it is easy to find out. You only need to draw a portrait for the military to check it out."

The middle-aged man frowned in pain and said, "Then you can check it."

"Now in the wasteland, I cannot go back to Chang'an, and even if I find out who you are, it will not help me what I want to know, just like if I violate the law of Tang and kill people, no one dares to say that the master is half. Bad thing."

The middle-aged man slowly closed his eyes and said: "My name is Lin Ling, the commander of the battalion in the northeast of the Empire."

Ning Que looked at his pale cheeks, repeated the name silently in his heart, and then said: "Very well, then I should say, who on earth ordered you to kill me?"

The middle-aged man pressed his bloodless, dry lips tightly, and would not say any more words to see what he meant.

Since he is the commander-in-chief of the northeast frontier army, the immediate boss is General Xiahou. In fact, Ning Que doesn’t need to ask, and the middle-aged people don’t need to say. They all know who wants to kill Ning Que. , But the inference can never be turned into evidence. Just like Ning Que said earlier, the great master Lin Ling also assumed his identity because he knew it was nothing.

Ning Que looked at the middle-aged man who closed his lips and glanced at a place outside the tent. There was a faint figure there. After a moment of silence, he said earnestly: "I take the personality of a master I swear, as long as you are willing to say who the messenger is, I can let you go back alive and let the college guarantee your safety."

Lin Ling opened his eyes and looked at him, but he still said nothing.

"I have already swear by the personality of a master, don't you still believe it?" Ning Que said, spread his hands.

Lin Ling said with difficulty: "There is really no one to instigate me, this is my own decision."

"Even if it is your own decision, there must be some people's tacit consent. You must know that although you are a strong man in the cave profound realm, you are still not qualified to command more than six hundred horse thieves in the wasteland. ."

Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "I want to know the name of that person."

Lin Ling panted and said, "Is it really important to hear that name from my mouth?"

"For the court investigation...maybe not important." Ning Que said after a short pause, "but it is important to me."

Lin Ling laughed suddenly, her pale smile looked a little strange: "If it's important to you, then how can I say it?"

Ning Que frowned and found that he had underestimated Xiahou's prestige in the opponent's heart, and underestimated his loyalty. He gently stroked his knees, and after a long silence, he suddenly asked: "Do you have parents or children?"

Lin Ling seemed to guess what he wanted to say, and smiled hard and said, "No."

In Ning Que's opinion, this smile is very disgusting and proud.

After a moment of silence, he continued to ask with a gentle expression: "Then you, as a practitioner, always have a sect, right?"

Lin Ling replied: "Yes, but since I joined the army, I rarely interact with the divisions and have no feelings."

"You are lying."

Ning Que looked at him calmly and said, "If you have no feelings with Shimen, you can leave this empty door to me, but you just want to tear the Shimen open in a hurry to prove that you have a lot of protection. "

Lin Ling was startled slightly, frowned in pain, and said, "Believe it or not, I won't say anything anyway."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Well, whether you lied or not, but you have to know what kind of sin it is to collude with the horse thief to attack the food brigade, especially the murder of this disciple on the second floor of our college." /

Lin Ling resolutely said calmly: "It's just a death. Who will die through the ages?"

"Of course it is not as simple as death. Although I think death is indeed the biggest threat, I know that loyal people like you have always thought that there are more important things in the world than life and death."

Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "I am a disciple of the Master, and I am a faithful minister of your majesty. With this matter, I can question your master's elders, disperse your sect, and even take you All the relatives and fellows in the same door were killed, maybe you really don’t care about their life and death, but if there is your childhood sweetheart among those relatives, if there is a senior sister who gave you the quilt at night in the same door, just die like this. ...What a pity?"

Lin Ling didn’t understand his childhood sweetheart, but he understood Ning Que’s undisguised killing intent, so because of excessive blood loss, his cold body became colder and colder, as if it were even more desolate than the wind and snow outside the tent. .

"I am not used to threatening people so much, because I rarely have the capital to threaten people before."

Ning Que said seriously: "And I don't want to threaten people. I just want to know an answer. You and I know this, but the answer I want to hear from your mouth."

Lin Ling's thin cheeks showed a struggling look, and the gloomy eyes gradually overflowed with emotions of giving up and guilt. Ning Que looked carefully and calmly added: "I swear by the personality of a master." /

I don't know how long it took, the dry syllables finally came out from the dry lips of the dying Master.

Ning Que lowered his head and listened quietly, asking what the last sentence was.

When he heard all the things he wanted to know, he stood up and looked at the dying middle-aged man, but his eyes showed a little calm and relaxed mood while he was guilty, and he nodded in greeting.

Then he drew the Pudao from the sheath and cut it down, and the cold blade cut the opponent's throat.

The complex emotions like guilt, relaxation and fear in Master Da Nian's eyes all turned into gloomy shock and despair. His eyes were so wide that he couldn't close it even without breathing.

Out of the tent, Ning Que looked at the Tang Bing who was waiting for him, and said, "It's really a pity that he didn't survive."

This Tianshu’s eyeliner Tang Bing, who was buried in the frontier army, watched from the beginning to the end of what happened today. Hearing this sentence, he didn’t know how to deal with it. He looked at the disability on Ning Que’s blade. Blood, had to be silent.