The steps are long, and the wind lamps around them are slightly illuminating the light. The little light makes the mountain path dim and dark. The temperature inside the mountain is cool, but the humidity is also heavy, which makes people's nose uncomfortable. In such a place
In the summer night, Zamao Xiaodao and I walked slowly down the steps. It was originally a very pleasant thing. However, as the mountain breeze carried the faint smell of blood, we couldn't help but be shocked.
The muscles of Zamao Xiaodao and I were tensed up, and while shouting warnings, we ran quickly towards the source of the bloody smell down the mountain.
This place is not far from the top of the peak. The sound of the mixed-haired path is thick and clear. With such a loud shout, there is naturally movement on the top of the peak. If someone knows about it, we have no scruples. We take the wooden sword on our back in our hands and quickly
Running down, it was a long journey, and soon turned down a section of the path at the edge of the steps. Just as I was about to chase forward, I saw a few dark figures rushing up from the bottom of the mountain in my peripheral vision.
I was frightened, and I was on guard. Unexpectedly, the leading black figure shouted towards us: "Junior brother Xiao, what happened over there?"
It turned out that it was Zhu Rui, Pang Huasen and Zhang Xinyi who came to pick us up. I was anxious about the source of the bloody smell, so I didn’t rush to say hello. I turned around and ran away, leaving a trail of hair behind to greet everyone: “Just after we came down the mountain, there was a sudden noise.
The strong smell of blood is coming, follow me to check it out quickly!"
Turning into the path, the light suddenly became dimmer. After walking for a while, the smell was just carried by the wind for a while, and then disappeared. I followed the impression and searched roughly, and finally identified an area. It was full of grass and the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to be
There were countless demons and monsters hidden inside, crawling inside. It was so eerie and terrifying that it was impossible to find it, so I had to stop.
Several people behind me also came over and asked if they had noticed it. I shook my head and said it had disappeared.
At this time, people from Zhenling Palace also came from the peak. Because it was an emergency period, everyone was on alert. As soon as they arrived, more than twenty people came, led by Li Zefeng. Everyone gathered together and talked about that incident.
The smell of blood seems to be very fresh, but it's a pity that the place is overgrown with grass and the light is dark, so I can't find it without looking carefully.
Hearing what we said, Zhu Rui couldn't help but smile and said, "Hey, this is easy to do. Pang Huasen's nose is smarter than a dog. Let him smell it?"
In fact, Zhu Rui didn't need to say anything, Pang Huasen was already taking action. Just when we were discussing whether the bloody smell was left behind by the murderer who killed again, Pang Huasen had already pulled out a small furry thing from the depths of the grass.
This is a fat squirrel, with soft golden hair all over its body, like a doll, and a thick and fluffy tail, like the most beautiful scarf. This little thing has a very cute appearance, but there is a problem on its neck.
There was a bloody wound, as if it had been bitten by something.
It turned out that the smell of blood came from here, and the disciples of Zhenling Hall looked at us a little strangely, as if they were blaming me and Zamao Xiaodao for making such a fuss.
I also felt that there was something wrong with me, so I scratched my head and said nothing. However, at this moment, someone recognized this little thing: "Isn't this the little squirrel of Master Baozi's grandma?" When I heard this, I was already prepared.
The people who left gathered around again and came forward to take a look. They all confirmed: "It's true. I saw her brought to the mountain to play before..."
Seeing this little thing dying, some people began to worry, saying that this little aunt didn't take good care of her baby and died at the foot of our mountain. She won't blame us, right?
Hearing these words, I thought of all the troubles and difficulties faced by the female disciple of Elder Chuan Gong. The disciples of Zhenling Palace all stepped back in horror. Some people nodded and said that they would definitely do it. This little aunt took care of this little squirrel herself.
After she brought her back from the back mountain, she raised her like her favorite baby and pampered her very much. If she knew that her squirrel had eaten her, she would definitely go crazy...
After saying this, I suddenly felt that the crowded place around me was empty, and the air was much fresher. It turned out that all the disheveled disciples of Zhenling Hall had disappeared without a trace, just like running a 100-meter race with chicken blood.
These members of our expert team, as well as several responsible disciples such as Li Zefeng.
But even if he stayed, Li Zefeng was a little uneasy and discussed with us, saying that there are many wild animals in Maoshan Mountain. Maybe some wild raccoons had eaten this little squirrel, but since it was at the foot of the peak, it
It has nothing to do with us, so I will go back first. The master is afraid that he will be back soon.
After saying that, he left in a panic. Zamao Xiaodao grabbed the cute and fat little squirrel, lifted it up by its fluffy tail, and frowned.
Pang Huasen saw that he was suspicious and refused to leave. He smiled and said, "Keming, you haven't been back to Maoshan for many days. I'm afraid you have no memory of the wild animals here - whether they are foxes or wild cats.
They are all very fierce. Although this squirrel is clever, if it messes with those things, it will definitely be invincible. Alas, Baozi didn't take good care of it, and there is nothing he can do about it even if he dies.
Zamao Xiaodao seemed to be able to think of the sad expression on Baozi's cute little face when he lost his little friend who had always been with him, and he couldn't help but sigh.
He couldn't bear it, so he found a baggage to wrap it up, saying that he would have to see someone alive or dead, and no matter what, he would give Baozi an explanation.
Zhu Rui, Pang Huasen and others came to take us to the execution hall for a meeting. Unexpectedly, we happened to run into this matter. After confirming the situation, they took us away. The Maoshan execution hall is a place of retreat in the hearts of Maoshan disciples.
The most feared place seems to be in the valley of the back mountain. Liu Xuedao, the elder of the execution hall, rarely appears on weekdays. He is extremely mysterious. His appearance at the ceremony that day was partly to take care of Tao Jinhong's face. But we don't need to go there.
Instead of finding the mysterious place in the mountain valley, we came to a pavilion next to Mirror Lake.
This place was temporarily used as the residence of the execution hall, specializing in handling the case of Mao Tongzhen's sudden death, as well as tracing those who infiltrated Maoshan and other related matters.
Not long after, we arrived at this pavilion, which was brightly lit. More than ten pairs of masters from various peaks and halls gathered here. In addition, there were many Xingtang disciples with swastikas sewn on their chests and wearing black robes.
, Zhu Rui led us to sit down in the hall.
We were the last ones to arrive, and we were still bloody. A middle-aged man with an ancient look in the middle of the hall frowned and asked Zhu Rui what was going on? We also recognized this middle-aged man, he was the disciple of Liu Xuedao who was in charge of the work here.
Feng Qiankun, judging from his behavior and aura, is also a powerful master. Zhu Rui reported truthfully. Feng Qiankun nodded and expressed his understanding, but did not say much. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Now that everyone is here,
, then we will hold a meeting to talk about the murder of Elder Mao Tongzhen, and report on today’s progress..."
Feng Qiankun spoke on the stage, and his speech was concise and to the point. He reported the case and the place where he was searching today, and then made some analysis. He found that there were only three murderers. One of them was a cult. This one had a criminal record and had been involved in the past two years.
Over the years, there have been constant attempts by evil cults, and even people from this sect, to sneak into Maoshan. The reason is to find out whether Master Tao has achieved the status of Earth Immortal Fruit; the other is an internal ghost, someone who has a personal grudge against Elder Mao, so
To kill him, the final possibility is collusion between internal and external parties. If this is true, the problem will become very serious...
In fact, we are all people who do specific things. Feng Qiankun did not explain it clearly. He just explained to us the place where the murderer might be hiding, and reminded us that the murderer is a master of swordsmanship.
Never act alone, otherwise you won't even know you are dead, and you won't be able to blame anyone.
The meeting here was almost over, and Feng Qiankun was arranging tasks. Suddenly, a black-robed disciple hurried in from outside the door and reported inside: "Fu Jun, the real person holding the lamp, was attacked and seriously injured. The murderer fled to the back mountain.
Elder Liu and others have already chased him and ordered us to provide support..."
As soon as these words were said, the nearly sixty or seventy people in the hall couldn't help but buzzed, started chattering, and Feng Qiankun was also a very responsible person. He didn't panic at the moment and spoke loudly with a cold face.
He stopped drinking, and then began to arrange the tasks, who would stay behind to guard, who would go to Zhenling Hall to investigate, and who would go with him to the back mountain to meet his master. Everything was arranged properly and in a clear order.
After arranging these things, he specially came forward, handed over to me and Zamao Xiaodao, and said that there were not many masters chasing us this time, and I would like to ask you two to come with me to the back mountain for reinforcements. Zamao Xiaodao and I nodded,
Say yes, and listen to your instructions.
In the emergency, everyone didn't say much, hurriedly packed up their belongings, and then ran in their own directions.
The paper armor horses we used before were not uniformly equipped, so only three or two people ran quickly, while the rest ran according to their own groups. I was very anxious, knowing that the death of Baozi's squirrel might not be the same.
It wasn't accidental, it might have been the sneaking murderer's method of attacking in the east and west. "He" must have distracted the disciples from the Zhenling Hall, so he got an opening and succeeded in the sneak attack.
Thinking like this, I felt guilty in my heart, but before I had gone far, Pang Huasen, who had been following me at a constant speed, suddenly tilted his body and fell into the grass.
This sudden situation startled me. Our team stopped and gathered around us. Feng Qiankun passed by us without stopping and asked Zhu Rui to take care of us. He went over first and followed later. We gathered around
Pang Huasen, asked him what happened? He didn't speak, and there was a whooshing sound in his throat, as if there was phlegm in his throat and he was having trouble breathing.
Zhu Rui and Zamao Xiaodao were surrounding me in front, and I couldn't see anything. I was about to squeeze forward, but I heard Zhang Xinyi pointing at Pang Huasen's palm and screaming: "Mao, Mao..."