Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 4: Bronze Blood II

The black-clothed and masked people gathered together with torches in a dead silence. In front of them was a stone gap separated by an iron fence. Mossy dry grass was spread in the corner, and the people who should have slept on it were nowhere to be seen.

The eyes on the mask showed anxiety, and everyone looked at the silent leader. And the leader looked up at the water droplets on the top of the cave, as if he was just lost in thought.

He is an extremely thin warrior, standing there with a slightly hunched back, like a weak patient, or like a hungry jackal running in the wilderness, even though his belly is so thin that his back sticks to his back, The teeth are still sharp enough to bite the throat of any prey. The black scarf covered his entire face, and the only exposed eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, and the orbital bones protruded sharply, as if the flesh on his face had been scraped off by a small knife since he was born.

The sound of nervous footsteps came, and the warriors who went out to search came back. The gloom on their faces became heavier, and they knelt in front of the leader uneasily.

"Only found this." A tall, thin warrior in black stepped out, presenting a tapestry sash.

Rubbing the straps with the collar, the white and black eyes, sharp as pinpoints, looked carefully at the past. It is a luxurious fine silk fabric produced in Donglu. Several layers are stacked to make an apron, and the sides are crocheted with five-color silk thread. When the back is opened, there is a fingertip-sized character next to the roll - "Longevity".

"Where did you find it?"

"By the water."

The tall and thin samurai tried to speak as short as possible so that his voice would not tremble. It wasn't the first time he listened to the leader speak, but every time he felt uncomfortable like pinpricks in his ears. The collar's voice was emotionless and ominous.

"Who gave him the medicine?"

"It's me." Another black-clothed warrior approached and presented a small white iron can.

The collar was opened and opened at the end of the nose, the fine powder rose up, and a slightly spicy smell passed, and the nose seemed to lose its feeling. This is the best anesthetic for the barbarians. On the battlefield, the warriors used it to anesthetize their bodies, and then cut off the carrion around the wound with a knife. With such an anesthetic, a child should sleep for three days without waking up.

"It's a miracle that you can still wake up after taking anesthesia. Ke Lie, where does that river lead to?"

The tall and thin warrior Ke Lie shook his head: "No one knows, and we can't find out."

The samurai have tried their best to search the underground river, but to no avail. This underground river extending in all directions has countless tributaries, and many of them flow directly into the deep underground pools. The surface of these bottomless pools is not large, but it is faintly glowing with deep green, I don't know how deep it is, and the tentacles are bitingly cold.

The pond water in the cave is called "ghost spring" by the shepherds in awe. Legend has it that there is such a spring in the country of the dead. In the eyes of the spring. The spring's eyes were endlessly deep.

The sound of the water was more urgent than when they came here the day before, and there was a faint roar as it rushed through the cave. Listening to the collar, Ke Lie reached out his hand to catch a few drops of water, the water was no longer clear, with a little muddy yellow.

"It's raining heavily outside." He said to the collar, "The rain seeps down, and the river here will rise soon, and maybe the hole will be washed away."

Ke Lie felt ominous in his heart. Twenty years ago, there was such a heavy rain. He heard it from his father. That was the time when Shuo Bei aggressively attacked Beidu, and the thick blood stained the ground half a foot underground red and black. The heavy rain fell in the dark night, day and night, as if the gods had overturned the divine lake in the sky. Immediately, the water in the cave swelled. Unlike the usual clear water, the water was reddish with a faint stench. The blind fish in the underground river died on the surface of the water with their white skin turned over. The fish eyes without eyelids looked terrifying. The barbarians call this kind of blind fish "Xuanming", which is a divine fish. They are born without eyes, but they can see the mysteries of heaven and earth. There is a pool in the northern capital city that holds Xuanming caught from caves, and their transparent bones can be used for astrology divination.

The people in Qingyang thought that the **** Pantar was going to punish the world, so the majesty ordered the envoy to hold the dead Xuanming on a golden plate to make peace with Shuobei. Not knowing if they were really afraid of this ominous oracle, the Lou family in Shuobei finally presented their battle flag. The rainstorm stopped.

"I heard that you barbarians think this is an ominous thing?"

"Yes."

"It's a good thing," the leader smiled, "it's a good thing."

"Good thing?"

"This heavy rain will wipe out all traces, including the people who are still alive in this cave. Qingyang's eldest son just died, and no one knows how he died. It's good, isn't it? "

"But the master doesn't want the son to die, what the master means is..." Ke Lie was a little anxious.

"No matter what your master thinks, the prince is now under anesthesia, but he ran away again, fell into the water halfway, and the water will soon wash away the hole, so he can't survive. What can we do? "Leader spread his hands, "Besides, your master's heart is too soft. We have robbed the son, and it is useless to keep him now. Can we really hand him over, please forgive me Have you ever passed us? Everyone here has already committed a capital crime. It is the same whether you kill the prince or not."

He looked at the warriors one by one, and the sound of roaring water filled his surroundings again.

"Now check the surroundings and erase all traces. Then everyone returns to their own tents, and don't leak any wind."

The samurai looked at each other, not understanding how to begin.

The leader smiled slightly: "Don't understand? Turn around and watch me do it."

Ke Lie turned around. At that moment, he heard a terrible sound, like the buzzing of a bee's wings, but it was a thousand times sharper than that, like a needle stuck in his ear. His eyes immediately turned red, it was blood, he couldn't believe his eyes, for no reason, a mist of blood gushed out from the back of the neck of the companion in front of him, and threw it onto his torch for hissing sound. The companion turned around and fell to the ground, with a look in his eyes that he couldn't believe until he died.

"Enemy!" Ke Lie was a rare expert among the barbarian warriors. This thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately drew his sword shortly.

Everyone threw away their torches unanimously, and the cave was pitch black. The warriors gathered in one place back to back, their blades facing outward. But everything was in vain, the buzzing sound resounded everywhere around him, and it was impossible to confirm the enemy's position. A warm and moist feeling came from his waist, and Ke Lie clearly knew that the two companions around him had encountered an accident. Three people died like this, including the leader, there were only three people left, and he had no way of judging the position of the leader. Compared with ordinary warriors, they can kill in the dark without using torches, but they still rely on the faint brilliance of stars and moons, and here is the darkness with absolutely no light.

A terrible buzz came from the front of him! I couldn't figure out its trajectory at all, and suddenly appeared less than a foot in front of Ke Lie. Ke Lie seemed to smell his own corpse, he roared violently, and swung his knife to chop it out. He yelled to tell the companions behind him. His sword matches the enemy's weapon, no matter whether he is dead or not, there is always a chance, maybe enough for the companion behind him to turn around and use the sword.

The buzzing sound had already reached his throat, but Ke Lie's knife suddenly fell into the air. It seemed to be a shadow, and it turned into a mass of emptiness when it was split. He closed his eyes abruptly, only to feel that the smell of the corpse became stronger, enveloping him completely.

With a sound of "Pu Chi", everything returned to silence, followed by a low sound of "Chi Chi", Ke Lie felt a warm and moist feeling from the back of his neck, and the warm liquid was dripping down. He couldn't breathe, he knew that the knife in front of him didn't cut him, it was the companion behind him who was hit by the knife. But the terrible feeling that came with that knife seemed to cut off his larynx, Ke Lie's whole body was paralyzed, the knife was still in his hand, but he didn't have the strength to lift the weapon at all. He practiced swordsmanship at the age of five, and his confidence completely collapsed at this time.

A short silence, but it seems like forever. A little spark flickered in the darkness, and the flame jumped up and landed on a torch. Ke Lie stood among the four corpses, watching the leader standing quietly in front of him with heartbroken heart. The thin and soft knife with a strange arc passed by his neck, and directly pierced the throat of the companion behind him. As Ke Lie thought, the companion behind had heard his warning, turned around and raised the saber high above his head, but before the knife dropped, he was already dead.

"Pick them up and throw them into that river, will the corpses be washed away?" The collar's sunken eyes looked straight at him.

"For...why?"

He stretched out two skinny fingers to the side of his face, and slowly pulled up the black cloth covering Ke Lie's head, covering his face.

"They showed their faces that night." The leader's voice was emotionless, "Follow me, you have to cover your faces from beginning to end, but you barbarians never understand this. Your master wants you to become The best killer, but you don’t know what the best killer is. Killers are not warriors, and you don’t need to be very good at killing. You just need to stab the target’s chest at the right time. From the beginning of this road, you will never see the light."

He wiped the blood on the knife, as if wiping a woman's skin: "In the history of Tianluoshan Hall, more than one killer's code name was 'Mole Weasel', because we are like this kind of animal, we can only To live in the dark, to see the light, is to die. My teacher told me these words on the first day he taught me. He had only three successful actions in his life, and the fourth time he died. Because During the third operation, in order to spy on intelligence, he showed his face once in front of the "Shadow Director" under the Emperor Taiwei's Mansion. At that time, he pretended to be a doctor. But that time, he was remembered. "

"That's it," he threw down the blood-stained white silk, "throw all the corpses of these people into the water."

Ke Lie felt that his voice did not sound like a human voice at all.

"Do you know how to tell your master? The son is dead, and those who know the news have already silenced them. I will not tell them. Tianluo's killers never leak information about their employers. Now If it leaks, it's only you, you should know the result." The leader patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Ke Lie knelt softly on the ground, he suddenly understood where the smell of the corpse came from, and when the collar patted his shoulder, the smell was really strong and terrifying.

"Hehe, hehehe." Amidst the roar of the water, the leader opened his arms facing the raging underground river, his laughter was sinister and arrogant, "Ominous omen... the chaos in the northern capital has begun I can't wait to know the result!"

The torrential rain fell hard, and the rain merged into streams as thick as fingers, beating the ground like a whip.

This year's spring is good, horse grass and creeping chrysanthemum are growing very well, but under such heavy rain, the grass roots still can't hold the soil, and muddy water is splashed everywhere on the grassland. The herdsmen brought back the horses from outside the city, put away most of the tents, and hid in the best tents.

The majesty stood silently at the entrance of the tent, letting the fine raindrops float in and hit him on the face. Surrounded by rain and fog, he cast his gaze into the rain and did not speak for a long time.

"Majesty..." Dahesa whispered.

"Have all the people sent out to search come back?"

"The entire northern capital was searched. That night, the only ones who came in and out of the four doors were the warriors with the big wind tent. All the tents were turned over and checked, and there was no clue," Dahesa said like an old man. I searched a lot, "I have searched for fifty miles around, and the heavy rain has ruined the matter, and all traces have been washed away."

"But he didn't find his body, right?" The maharaja pinched Dahesa's shoulder, and Dahesa could feel the huge power, "He's still alive, right? He's still alive somewhere !”

Dahesa looked at him silently, not knowing what else to say.

After a long time, the majesty finally calmed down and waved his hand: "Don't say anything, don't say anything..."