Wang Xuan nodded slightly. "What happened to Qin?"
The newcomer is the head of the Qin dynasty who participated in the assassination of the Southern Jin Dynasty. He once entered the ghost town of Dawei together.
After a little hesitation, the Qin captor whispered, "It’s the Dihuang religious plan. We are catching a traitor."
"oh"
Wang Xuan suddenly realized that after being careful, he rode into Fangmen.
The Qin captor is also a prostitute. This case naturally understands him.
……
Looking at Wang Xuan’s departure, Qin Catcher took out a handkerchief and coughed a few times while covering her mouth, then strode forward to the side lane.
Several policemen inside are holding on to one person.
That man is short and stocky, with a full face and a beard. In the cold, he is topless, bared his breasts and tattooed all over his body. His eyes are fierce, and he is by no means a kind person.
Qin Catcher coughed a few times with his handkerchief over his head, and said coldly, "The night before last, God imposed a curfew, and in cold weather, several stalls didn’t pick up business, only one of them was sent away by your secret passage."
"Where did people go?"
The Han, hey hey, grimaced, "You, the head catcher of Qin, also know the rules of Jianghu. How can brothers eat this bowl of rice in the future if their mouths are not tight?"
"Rules … rules also have a size"
Qin Catcher waved at a glance and turned away from the lane. He took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it. After that, his face turned pale and cold sweat came out, and more silk was ruddy.
Keep humming behind you.
About half a wick sweet kung fu, a catcher strode out and handed over with blood and said, "Qin Tou confessed!"
Qin Catcher calmly entered the alley.
The Han was covered in blood and shapeless, with bronze needles in his forehead and still buzzing and vibrating.
Han has blurred eyes and a weak mouth. "Dachu Ancient City …"
"Go!"
Qin Catcher’s eyes were slightly condensed and he immediately took people away. It didn’t take long for Baiqi to leave the city and ride in the snow …
……
It’s snowing all over the sky and the wilderness is silent
The ruins and broken walls are full of high bluestones scattered everywhere, and the fallen stone statues are buried together by snow.
Click click …
An old man with a black robe and a white beard stumbled in the snow. He had a huge wound in his abdomen, and the faint black gas circled. Every step was dripping with blood, and behind him, it was like a fallen plum blossom.
The old man looked around in confusion and suddenly screamed, "Come out!"
Hoo ~
The ground rolls up, the evil wind and the snow roar
The light is getting dim all around, the horseshoe is rumbling and the armor is surging, and a pair of blood-red eyes are staring at him coldly and fiercely.
The old man said without fear, "I brought the things. Come on, I want to see Bao Er … Ahem!"
Sound vicissitudes of life look almost crazy.
"Alas …"
A female sigh sounded in the cloudy fog.
Then the surrounding light and shadow suddenly brightened, and the jujube trees in the private courtyard were green. A dignified and strong child lay on the tree and waved constantly.
"Grandpa, come on, grandpa!"
"Bao Er, slow down and be careful …"
The old man’s eyes were blurred and he ran a few steps forward to catch the jumping child, and then the laughter gradually disappeared into the fog.
A corpse behind him is getting cold in the snow …
Chapter four hundred and twenty-four Sacrificing Nuo opera to the gods is one year after another.
The snow fluttered and the wind died down.
The cloudy fog dispersed and the broken stone statue appeared. Daoying was dressed in a man’s white robe and a bun, and his facial features were beautiful but heroic.
It is Li Qianqiu, the princess of the Great Wei Dynasty.
She looked at the old man’s body and was silent.
Whoosh
After the ruins, a student flashed out and looked excited. He came to the old man’s body and fumbled for it. He took out a scroll from his arms and looked at it. His eyes suddenly showed ecstasy.
"Where are the things?" Princess San Jue’s eyes are cold
The student inexplicably felt a little coolness and respectfully handed over, "Princess, please wait a moment."
After that, I took out a bone flute from my arms, and it was really running, and I summoned my cheeks to help me blow it fiercely, but it rang.
After about half a wick of incense, the evil wind suddenly rustled on the ground, and a small figure flashed faintly.
The evil wind has dispersed and there is one more thing in the snow.
Impressively, it’s a skeleton, glittering and translucent, just like colored glass, with hidden sorrow.