He lightly mounted the horse, lifted the reins slightly in his hand, and raised his long whip.
The red horse roared low and raised its hooves, sending up a burst of dust and flying rocks.
"Bo Yan, you should be responsible for providing disaster relief and reassuring the people first. Chen Xiu, it seems that he has discovered something interesting." Xie An's eyes had a profound meaning.
As he whistled softly, the white jade belt with chi pattern flashed with arc light.
When the wind blows and the sand blows, a pure white chilong rises from the sky.
Slum alley.
Located in the outskirts of Kuaiji County, the eaves are slightly low, making it appear quite crowded and damp.
Scattered beggars walked through the area on crutches, and a girl wearing a grass tag walked through the sewage, her eyes somewhat numb.
Suddenly there was the sound of heavy horse hooves coming from far and near.
The tall and imposing figure stepped straight into the alley, his aura thick as a mountain, almost oppressive.
"I wonder what Mr. Chen Xiu's orders are when he is here?"
Mo Huisheng walked through the sea of people in a slight panic, with a hint of panic on his face.
Now, the news has completely spread among the six counties in Jiangnan.
Only then did he truly realize how fierce and decisive Mr. Chen was!!
The huge ancient sword sect houses four magical warriors!
In half a day, his house was ransacked and his entire family was executed on "unfounded" charges!
The ruthlessness of his methods and the madness of his murderous intent are almost horrifying.
"This morning, around Mo Yin hour, Zheng Feng is here. Where did he go?" Chen Xiu's words were quite cold, with a somewhat inexplicable solemn meaning.
"According to Young Master Chen's instructions, I deliberately searched for information when I returned from the dock yesterday. So far, there is no information about Uncle Zheng Feng."
Mo Huisheng swallowed his saliva, with a hint of panic on his old face.
Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "Are you sure?"
"It's absolutely true. Zheng Feng, the eldest son of the Zheng family, does everyone in the huge Kuaiji County know about him? It's true that no one noticed that he was here." Mo Hui-sheng's voice was trembling.
"Perhaps, he did come here. But he didn't come in."
A dragon's roar sounded in the sky, and Xie An's figure jumped down lightly.
The confused dragon shadow turned into a cluster of white light and turned into the white jade belt with chi pattern again.
"The reason why this is a slum alley is because in the past when the Nanchen royal family was still there, there were many pavilions and pavilions here, and there were also countless temples." Xie An said slowly and leisurely: "During the wars, fires burned the sky, and the temples also followed.
It’s desolate and dilapidated.”
"Over time, this place became deserted and became a place where beggars and homeless people lived together. As more and more people gathered, it became the slum alley it is today."
There was something brilliant in Xie An's eyes: "Between those temples, there were many corpses and blood stains, and the yin energy was very strong. Between the wind and the rain, it was probably overgrown with weeds. Now it is probably like a forest.
It's like a ghost land, no one dares to enter."
Mo Huisheng was slightly startled: "Those gloomy places are actually temples in the past?"
His eyes were full of disbelief.
That place that never sees the light of day and looks like a ghost crying at night is actually a temple from the previous dynasty?
"You see? Ordinary people hardly know about this matter. Just investigate and find out where there are traces of someone stepping on the intersection of the ancient temple in this huge poor alley."
Xie An said, showing a somewhat inexplicable proud smile, as if he was showing off.
"Okay, I will send the Beggar Clan disciples there now." Mo Huisheng said quickly.
Even he noticed something unusual.
"Why did you follow me here?" Chen Xiu said quietly, his eyes calm.
Xie An smiled softly and said with great interest: "The secret of Jiangnan's situation lies in the Netherworld! The meaning of Netherworld is actually the Zheng family. Anyway, I have no chance, I hope you can break the situation!"
"You believe me so much?" Chen Xiu laughed strangely, with a hint of playfulness in his words.
"I believe in my judgment! Do you still remember what we said in Qinghefang?" Xie An's eyes were a little more profound: "You are one of the few people who are not from Jiangnan Prefecture and know the true secret of the black mist here.
people!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, and heard shouts in the distance.
There seemed to be a double image in his eyes: "Found it!"
Among the gloomy ancient trees, there is a collapsed temple.
It is quite remote and almost completely hidden under the fallen willow trees. It is even difficult to detect with the naked eye unless you are looking for it deliberately.
Among the slightly moist soil, there are quite clear footprints and mottled bright red.
"Blood stains." Xie An murmured slightly, with a hint of thinking in his eyes.
Hehehe——
Chen Xiu sneered twice, walked straight towards the depths, and said slowly: "I think I should know everything."
The old wooden door is quite dilapidated, but it blocks everything perfectly.
"boom!"
Xie An's five fingers were like knives, and he cut them down in the air.
Waves of air rolled out, and the wooden door exploded!
The strong smell of blood hits your face, like falling into a forest and a sea of blood!!
"What's going on here?"
Xie An frowned slightly, even though he stepped into the darkness, the luminous pearl in his hand shone brightly.
Everything in the darkness is completely clear.
Although Chen Xiu thought he had killed countless people, his face looked a little ugly at the moment.
"This, this, what is this?" Mo Hui, who was following, was watching this scene, his face turned pale for a moment, and he collapsed on the ground in fear, stammering a little.
Between the lonely corners, there are heads piled up like a mountain in an extremely orderly manner!!
"Here are the Beggar Clan disciples who disappeared recently and the poor people in the city!"
Chen Xiu spoke slowly and leisurely: "Let me tell you another very interesting thing. Before the black mist broke out, people disappeared. Ten years ago, nothing has changed."
What?
Whether it was Mo Huisheng or Xie An, their expressions suddenly changed at this moment.
In front of Xie An's eyes, the county annals from last night seemed to appear:
"On July 14th, more than a hundred people disappeared in Kuaiji County!"
"On July 15th, black fog rose and more than 3,000 people died!"
"On July 16, we will count the losses and total the losses."
He suddenly looked back and stared at Chen Xiu: "How did you know? What else do you know?"
"Does the truth about the Netherworld and Black Mist count?"
Chen Xiu grinned.
the truth?
Xie An took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen, please speak out!"
"Who benefits from the dark mist? Isn't it obvious?" Chen Xiu said with a half-smile.
Zheng family!
Xie An's eyes narrowed, and there was a bit of coldness in his words: "But now that the black fog is swallowing up the town, only they can get rid of that thing."
Chen Xiu waved his hand gently and said calmly: "I need your help here, Mr. Xie An."
There was a hint of sparkle in his eyes: "I hope the Xie family can help and help me identify myself! I will deal with this black fog that fills the sky!"