Wen Qiyu nodded: "Some people are using the rumors of haunting to prevent outsiders from approaching Fengdu. If my guess is correct, Cangya Mountain, the source of evil spirits, is where the iron ore is located."
Mu Yun'an was startled, and an idea flashed in her mind and she suddenly understood.
Those craftsmen hidden in the army use fine iron swords, and Nanyue's fine iron production is very small, but the people behind the scenes can use fine iron to make swords, which shows that they have a large iron mine.
I wonder what could be better than being haunted to deceive people and use it to mine this iron ore?
Xiao Chengyi nodded: "Those missing people in the city are all men. They must have been arrested for mining, and the mine must be hidden in Cangya Mountain.
And the Yuhuo Palace and the people behind the scenes are obviously the same group."
Wen Qiyu looked a little serious and said, "If it's as we guessed, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with them with just a few of us.
But if we have to wait for reinforcements, we are afraid that they will get wind of it and destroy all traces of the body."
They didn't bring many people with them on this trip. If there were really iron mines here, they would be heavily guarded. How could they be their opponents with only four people?
Xiao Chengyi frowned and said: "I don't know how many spies they have placed in the Nanyue Army. Even if we ask for help, we can't tell whether we are friends or foes."
The people under him alone are not enough to cope with it, and he doesn't know what to do now?
Several people were thinking about countermeasures around the campfire.
At this time, in a magnificent underground palace, the ghost-faced man brought Qingcheng back.
This underground palace is arranged like a palace. Hundreds of candles are lit in the palace, illuminating the place like daylight.
The red gauze swayed slightly with the wind, and a person could be faintly seen lying on the main seat.
The ghost-faced man and Qingcheng knelt on the ground and called out in fear: "Palace Master."
The person lying on the soft couch lazily moved her fingers. She held her head, looked at them, and said in a faint voice: "Didn't you say that there are uninvited guests in the city? Why have you been here for so long? Those unlucky ghosts
What? Did you bring it?"
Qingcheng lowered her head and said: "Palace Master, please forgive me, my subordinate made a mistake and failed to bring the person back."
"What?"
The palace owner suddenly sat up after hearing this. She was wearing a bright red dress, with a red lotus mark on her forehead, and her appearance was charming.
But those eyes looked at the two people kneeling not far away with a hint of coldness: "Did you miss?"
Qingcheng frowned and said, "Those four people had already taken precautions and captured the subordinates before they fell into the trap. Thanks to the subordinates bringing the phantom with them today, they had a chance to escape."
The ghost-faced man who rescued her was called Phantom, and he was the protector of the Palace of Fire. They were traveling together today, so she escaped.
The palace owner frowned and asked curiously: "Do you know who they are?"
Qingcheng replied: "The leading man said that he is the regent of Nanyue."
At the mention of the word regent, the palace owner suddenly stood up: "The regent of Nanyue? Did you hear that right? Is it really the regent?"
Qingcheng felt that the palace owner's reaction was a bit big, but she didn't think much about it: "Yes, my subordinate heard it right. He did say that he was the regent of Nanyue."
There was a hint of excitement in the palace owner's eyes, and she asked again: "How many are there?"
Qingcheng said: "Three men and one woman."
The palace owner narrowed her eyes and asked, "What's that woman's name? What does she look like?"