Of course He Chunhua also saw it. He raised his hand in a defensive posture, and the supporting troops drew their weapons and dispersed in all directions.
Mrs. Ying and other family members quietly retreated.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
At this moment, the door of the tallest, largest room with the brightest lights suddenly opened with a creak.
Someone stood out of the door and said, "Who is coming?"
She is actually a woman, wearing a snow-white cloak, with hibiscus face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a fiery red coral hairpin on her black bun.
All the officers were surprised that she was actually a beauty with a soft and magnetic voice.
Barren mountains, dead villages, and beautiful beautiful scenery.
Lu Xin didn't respond at all, while his companion, the big black wolf, blocked He Yue and growled at the beauty.
Obviously felt threatened.
He Chunhua stood still and frowned: "This is what I should ask. Come out of the ambush. The smell of blood cannot be hidden from anyone."
The beauty stretched out a finger and shook it: "When I came here, the villagers were already dead, but I didn't kill them."
"Where's the body?"
"I dug a big hole behind the move and prepared to bury it." The woman sighed, "I'm not hard-hearted."
He Chunhua winked at Zhao Qinghe, and the latter immediately walked around the village. The former asked again: "Who are you? Please tell me the door to avoid accidental injury."
"My surname is Li. I come from the capital and am the head of the Songyang Mansion."
As soon as the words "Songyang Mansion" came out, both the He family and his son were startled. He Chunhua turned to look at He Lingchuan, with questioning eyes.
He Lingchuan could only shrug his shoulders and spread his hands, and asked Mao Tao to quickly go to the back of the team to invite someone.
Not long after, Zhao Qinghe ran back and whispered to He Chunhua: "Sir, there are indeed dozens of corpses piled up in the back hill, and there is a half-dug pit on the ground. Also, I checked the nearby mountains and forests.
There is no ambush. All her men should be in these rooms."
If he is a robber, he will most likely be killed without being buried. He Chunhua's expression improved, and his eyes when looking at the woman became softer: "I am He Chunhua, the general manager of Xiazhou. I saw the light on the road and wanted to stay overnight. Just now, the scouts went ahead and saw that this place is terrible."
At this time, someone came from the rear of the army. When they saw the beauty, they immediately stepped forward to salute and said with great respect: "Li Fubo pays homage to Sir!" Then he turned to He Chunhua and introduced, "Master He, this is my Lord, the Lord of Songyang Mansion.
!”
It was Broken Sword's exclusive forger, Songyang Mansion's master craftsman Li Fubo, who arrived.
He Lingchuan silently lifted his chin.
Sir?
Is this the Marquis of Songyang? The master of Qizong Songyang Mansion?
Why didn't anyone tell him from beginning to end that Marquis Songyang was a woman?
Now that Li Fubo had identified him, He Chunhua put aside his worries and said sincerely: "It turns out it is really Marquis Songyang! Please don't take offense if He is offended."
Both parties were polite, and Songyang Hou strolled out, followed by two maids: "I will take you to inspect the body, please follow me." He knocked on the door frame and said, "Come out."
Other rooms opened their doors one after another, and more than thirty people came out and saluted her. He Lingchuan noticed that half of the people here had bright eyes, and they obviously had cultivation or martial arts skills.
"These are all my men. I just told them to stay in the house and not come out to cause trouble." Songyang Hou said, "When you went up the mountain, we had already seen the lights of the motorcade."
He Chunhua nodded, knowing that this was a polite way of saying "to avoid conflict."
Everyone walked to the back of the village.
There were more than forty corpses lying on the ground. As the scout said, they were all men, women, old and young. Mrs. Ying only took one look at them and turned her head away, not daring to look again.
He Lingchuan, Wu Shaoyi and others came forward to check and found that most of the fatal injuries were on the chest and throat.
"The hearts and livers are gone, and some even had their kidneys removed." Wu Shaoyi turned around and said, "The wounds were not caused by swords, but more like crane-bill pens."
The murderer cut a hole in the deceased's chest and removed the internal organs.
Songyang Hou added: "The money, goods and food in the house have not been lost."
"That's probably not what the bandits did." The bandits came to the village to rob, and they only wanted the above two things.
He Lingchuan opened the shirt of a deceased person and pointed out the wounds on his heart to everyone: "There are four gouges here, all near the heart, except for the last one in the center. It can be seen that the murderer is very unskilled."
He worked as a patrol in the Panlong Dreamland and caught monsters seven or eight times, so he already had some experience.
New murderer?
Although robbers also go through a process from being unfamiliar with killing to being proficient in killing people, it is impossible for the entire group of robbers to use pick-bill pens, right?
Compared with swords, this is a very partial weapon.
He Chunhua pondered, "Monster?"
Songyang Hou thought thoughtfully: "A few days ago, the emperor was bleeding, and the mountains and fields were not peaceful."
The emergence of the Emperor's Ooze is a blessing for all living beings, but blessings and misfortunes always accompany it. After the Emperor's Ooze, new demons become restless and can easily cause trouble to the place, and the governance order of mankind faces great challenges.
If the Panlong Wasteland was like this back then, how could it be avoided in Dayuan?
Wu Shaoyi also said: "The villagers were killed five or six hours ago, and the murderer may have gone far away."
"We are staying in their house tonight, so we should bury them alive." Marquis Songyang waved his hand, and his men came over with picks and shovels.
He Chunhua nodded: "It should be so."
The frozen soil was too hard, so Zeng Feixiong also ordered more than a dozen soldiers to dig for burials, and sent two groups of soldiers to patrol nearby in turns.
Songyang Houze, He Chunhua and others returned to the village.
The open space outside the village is flat, and the supporting troops are setting up tents here to start a fire. Now there are more than 600 people in the army and their families, and the cottages cannot accommodate them at all.
This team followed He Chunhua from west to north, and were accustomed to sleeping in the open air. They used windproof sheepskin tents, which were more windproof than cloth tents. He Chunhua also asked someone to buy heating bags from Shihuan City Military Supplies, the style of which was similar to the sleeping bags known to He Lingchuan
Almost the same, it has a very good thermal insulation effect when sleeping outdoors in autumn and winter.
Of course, a bonfire was indispensable. Everyone went to the forest to pick up grass and soon a fire was lit.
The housekeeper, Lao Mo, had to worry about the accommodation arrangements for the rest of the staff. He Chunhua said to him, "We only need to occupy the three huts on the west side."
Songyang Hou waved his hand: "How can we do that? All the cottages belong to the army, and we have other accommodation."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Where is the other accommodation? Is it possible that Songyang Mansion also needs to set up tents?
I saw Songyang Hou walking to the east of the village, found an open space and walked around: "This is just right."
Then, she took out a palm-sized courtyard model from somewhere and placed it on the ground. She first uncovered the talisman paper on it, then stepped back a hundred steps, and then she clapped her hands and shouted: "Grow!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the toy-like courtyard quickly expanded, like an inflated balloon.
In just a few breaths, it turned into a normal courtyard, with a double-story building with high walls and black doors, and a pine tip protruding from the wall.
The toy has come true.
Marquis Songyang stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard door, looked back at He Chunhua and said with a smile: "Come in and talk, it's too cold outside."
This scene was so strange that the crowd started to commotion.
He Chunhua was also moved and said: "Hiding Sumeru in mustard seeds, today I saw this magical skill again!"
He Lingchuan explained to him: "Dad, Sun Fuping's walnut boat came from Marquis Songyang. If he borrowed it and didn't return it, you would get it in the end."
He Chunhua suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the special skill of Songyang Mansion. No wonder!" Why hasn't this kid mentioned it before?
Marquis Songyang glanced at He Lingchuan with a smile.
The He family father and son entered the small courtyard, accompanied by guards led by Zhao Qinghe, Wu Shaoyi and others.
"Madam, the carbon in the house is ready." The housekeeper Lao Mo wanted to lure Mrs. Ying into the cottage to rest, after all, she was tired from traveling. But Mrs. Ying looked at the small courtyard and heard the laughter coming from the courtyard, and immediately shook her head: "I
Let’s go in and take a look, Qian Mom!”
Everyone walked through the black gate and saw that inside was a small courtyard of 80 square meters. There was a rockery in the corner, which was thin and porous. Beside the rockery, there was a strange and powerful pine tree, and the crown of the tree began to pick up the wind and snow.
The two palace lanterns cast a warm yellow halo, and the wind seemed to be half a beat slower when it blew in here.
In front of the eaves of the small building, the trees are full of wintersweet trees in full bloom.
The snow falls silently, and the small courtyard is elegant and isolated, as if it is isolated from the world. If you didn't lean over the wall and take a look, who would have known that there is a deserted mountain village outside?
Walking into the small building, warmth hits your face, and the fire pits in the four corners keep the cold out.
After walking into this place in a world of ice and snow, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Ying smiled and said: "Songyang Hou will really enjoy carrying such a treasure with you."
"I'm used to running around on weekdays, so using it can save me a lot of trouble."
The two maids behind Marquis Songyang came over, took the cloaks and cloaks from everyone, and served hot tea.
He Chunhua then introduced everyone around him to Songyang Hou one by one.
When he introduced him to He Lingchuan, Marquis Songyang said, "Thanks to the eldest son, I have obtained a spiritual weapon."
"It's not a loss to trade a spiritual weapon for a great craftsman to accompany you."
Songyang Hou smiled and said: "When the eldest son is free, I would like to see that broken sword."
Of course He Lingchuan agreed. This is the head of the Songyang Mansion, and his skill in sword making should not be lower than that of Li Fubo.
When He Chunhua introduced He Yue, Marquis Songyang said with a smile: "Two or three years ago, I heard the story of the little prodigy from Qiansong County. It's rare that I have the honor to see him in person today."
He Yue's face turned red and he said nothing. He was no longer as calm and relaxed as he usually did when dealing with people. He Lingchuan looked at it amused.
After everyone sat down, He Chunhua asked about the destination of Marquis Songyang. After all, it was more than four hundred miles away from Shihuan City, and the probability of meeting an old friend on the road was very small.
"I want to go to Taobin City to do some business, and then go north to Yufen City to pick up some treasures and negotiate a business."
"Yufen City?" He Chunhua calculated the distance in his mind, "It's already within Xiazhou." It seems to be in the middle of Xiazhou.
"Yes, this trip will take us as far as Xiazhou." Songyang Hou took a sip of hot tea, "I want to build a branch of Songyang Mansion in Yufen City, so I have to talk to the local chief."
She continued: "The situation in the north is tense, and the Songyang Mansion has also taken the responsibility of forging weapons from the Wang Ting. I will open the sub-rudder first, so that the subsequent military supplies can be transported more flexibly, and less of the Wang Ting's transportation capacity will be occupied."
"Good, great good!" He Chunhua held his hands, "Your Majesty has thought carefully about it and decided not to leave the helm at Dunyu, the capital of Xiazhou, for easier dispatch."
Mrs. Ying's face changed slightly when she heard this, and she felt very unhappy.