Suddenly Zhang Rongfang remembered the secret that Ran Xinyue had mentioned to him before.

Soon... he squatted down again, glanced around, then held up the body's head and weighed it gently.

“Something’s wrong with the weight!”

He opened his dark vision and scanned the woman's head carefully.

I can't see what's going on. Low-light vision can only see through the surface. It seems like everything is normal.

but....

puff.

Zhang Rongfang stabbed the woman's eyebrow with precision with one finger.

Then pull it out.

"Empty!?" His eyes were cold, and he finally understood what was wrong.

When his fingers penetrated the corpse's head, after breaking through the first layer of skull and brain, there were actually large and small holes further inside!?

Standing up, Zhang Rongfang understood more and more that it was most likely a man-made disaster.

He glanced around, following the route the group of people had taken, and quickly chased after them with his feet a little lower.

Following the traces all the way, we soon passed through mountains, forests and hills, and came to a quiet small town.

There is a stone tablet erected outside the town: Nanxing Town.

Standing on the outside, he looked in and saw that the houses in the town were well-proportioned and peaceful.

But there was no one in sight.

Zhang Rongfang already had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he stepped forward and quickly entered the town.

In the town, every household has its doors wide open, and there are traces of human activity everywhere.

But there is no one.

No one.

Entering a house, he saw an empty bowl after eating on the table. Clothes and debris were scattered on the floor, and no one was cleaning them up.

'These people are walking in a hurry...'

After checking the condition of the house briefly, Zhang Rongfang left the hut and rushed straight towards the most luxurious small building in the town.

Inside the small building, a corpse was dumped. It looked like a military attaché. He was bleeding from all the orifices and lying beside the gate.

The body was surrounded by flies and small insects, and the stench was unpleasant. It had obviously been dead for a long time. The skin was also a little blue, and the body was slightly swollen and enlarged.

Zhang Rongfang entered the building and his eyes shrank slightly.

On the ground on the first floor, a huge strange pattern was drawn with blood.

The picture seemed to be a three-headed monster holding a vase, but because of my poor painting skills, I could only roughly recognize what it was.

Beside the picture, an old man with gray hair and a stooped figure was squatting on the ground, mumbling something unknown.

"Old man, may I ask what's going on here..." Zhang Rongfang frowned and asked.

Peng!

In an instant, the old man's whole body exploded, turning into countless spiritual threads and sweeping towards him.

All the spiritual lines were extended to the extreme, and they could only reach the empty space in front of Zhang Rongfang, barely touching anyone.

Soon, the spiritual thread shrank and restored the old man's body, but before he could take action, the old man's body turned black and he naturally fell to the ground, turning into black ash and dissipating.

"Leave no clues at all?" Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.

A force as big as the Lingjun Xuehong Pavilion did not move, and many sects did not make any noise.

It's just these thugs who loot everything without restraint.

His heart moved, and he stepped forward to examine the pictures on the ground, memorizing them carefully.

Then after confirming that there were no other clues, he quickly escaped, left the town, and rushed towards one of the cities occupied by the Yi Alliance rebels.

The nearest rebel city is Lingshe City.

More than ten minutes later, he arrived at a hillside outside Lingshe City.

Standing on the hillside, Zhang Rongfang looked far away and could only see the army patrolling back and forth in the city, which was heavily guarded.

Outside, a newly built heavy city gate blocked the entrance and exit. The abandoned city walls of Daling were reused.

The Yimeng's army also tightened and remained motionless, obviously they knew something.

Immediately, he stepped forward and jumped towards the city.

Now Tiannu and others have disappeared, and no one from the Counter-Time Society can contact them.

Master Yue's side was also strangely silent.

This turmoil gives people the feeling that all parties are entangled with each other and waiting for something in a tacit understanding.

"Who!?" Suddenly, a person on the city wall shouted from a distance.

All the trees surrounding the city wall that obscured the view were cut down, leaving a completely wide area.

Within a few hundred meters, any figure approaching can be clearly seen.

Even if it's dark now, there are still high-level experts responsible for night security.

Zhang Rong was discovered as soon as he got closer.

He was not surprised, unless he could cross hundreds of meters and climb the city wall in an instant. Otherwise, according to the other party's level of alertness, it was impossible not to be discovered.

"I am the leader of the Immortal Temple that was recently relocated nearby...Due to the recent turmoil among the mob, I came here to seek help from an expert from the Religious Alliance." He walked over and announced his current name.

Hear the words.

A person on the city wall glanced at him from a distance and quickly said a few words to the people around him.

Soon, the soldiers went down to report the news and did not wait long.

A figure in white suddenly jumped out from the city wall, gliding out with a simple wingsuit on its back. After a while, it landed lightly in front of Zhang Rongfang ten meters away.

"It turns out that Mr. Zhang is here in person! I'm so far away from you! Sorry!" The man in white has a simple and honest face, with a Chinese character face and sincere eyes. He has an honest face that makes him look like a good person at first glance.

"I'm Lin Zhao, the lord of Yimeng City who is temporarily in charge of the defense here. I wonder what I want you to do when you come here? Why don't you go in first and discuss it in detail? I have already told you that as long as it is your request, I will do my best to help you.

"

"No, I just want to ask, what is going on with this riot!?" Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

He is not that kind, and does not care about the life and death of other people, but without food and drink, he and the people around him will have to drink from the northwest wind, which will inevitably greatly affect the accumulation speed of attribute points.

"...Young master, don't you know?" Lin Zhao was slightly surprised.

"Should I know?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"This..." Lin Zhao smiled bitterly, "The Red Scarf Riot was initially led by the Thousand Religions Alliance, but the Thousand Religions Alliance alone could not develop into such a big scene. Haven't you noticed that all major sects have

Did he gather his most elite members in advance and then leave?"

"You mean?" Zhang Rongfang's heart sank. "They already knew that this would happen?"

"Although the red scarf thugs are strong, each religion is not a vegetarian. The general leaders of each province are the top of the super class, grandmaster-level figures.

But so far, where do you think they are?" Lin Zhao smiled bitterly. "Even we can only barely protect ourselves."

"Acquiescence?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood.

This turmoil may be a catastrophe that all forces have jointly acquiesced to.

All the top leaders are watching, only the bottom is suffering and the people are being harvested.

"Young master, don't worry. If there are people who need protection, they can be sent to us." Lin Zhao continued.

"Why?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Why kill so many people? What are the benefits?"

"I'm sorry... I don't know, even though I'm a low-ranking official." Lin Zhao sighed.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"However, I got a piece of news before I went to the official position. I don't know whether it is true or false."

"Say it!" Zhang Rongfang shook slightly and looked at the other party.

"It is said that there were righteous people in the Taoist Taoist Palace in this province who were planning to send out masters to cooperate with the Ling Army to suppress the thugs. However, they were suppressed by the Tiancheng Palace in the middle and the operation stopped. As for the reason, no one knows." Lin Zhao lowered his voice.

the voice said.

"Is the news true!?" Zhang Rongfang's voice turned cold.

"There are many people who know about this matter. Young Master, you can find out about it by going to Fushan City, where the general leader of the Taoist Sect of Shan Province is located. Of course, as for whether it is true or false, I cannot tell whether it is true or not," Lin Zhao replied.

"Thank you!" Zhang Rongfang was silent for a moment and said with cupped fists.

"Master, are you going to Fushan City?" Lin Zhao continued.

"Exactly. Any advice?"
To be continued...