Chapter 91 Head

A bloody head is placed in the box! It is the head of the young master today.

It's just that the young master at this time was no longer as arrogant and domineering as during the day. His face was ferociously twisted, which showed how much pain he suffered when his head was cut off. His eyes were wide open and his eyes bulging, full of fear and unwillingness. Blood splashed all over his face.

Everyone looked at it in amazed and didn't say anything. The mayor's expression became extremely ugly when he saw the head. The Rat King was careful and saw the mayor's abnormal expression, and secretly remembered it in his heart.

Tang Lin's delicate eyebrows trembled and suddenly stepped forward and opened the remaining boxes one by one. Sure enough, the heads of the two warriors were also included, but the last box contained a delicate small box, but Tang Lin knew what was inside at a glance. Throw it aside.

He turned around, glanced at the people behind him, and whispered, "Guys, the revenge of brothers - revenge!"

An hour ago, in the main hall of the big elder of the Sa family, an inspiration came from outside the hall and bowed to report to the big elder with his back: "I have received the news from Lord Ji that this group of people are indeed from Beijing and should be the first wave of exploration."

The elder said slowly, "Oh, so, are those two young masters really fighting because of flirting with Taotao?" With that, he shook his head and said to himself, "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved!"

"Big Elder, what should I do with these three people?"

The elder was silent for a while and waved back: "Kill, bring your head to Mr. Tang!"

"Yes, I'm going to leave."

"Wait, bring the spiritual stone to Mr. Tang, and we must show our sincerity."

In the yard of Sayin'er, Tang Tiantian walked around in front of the flower bed, and her white fingers pinched the end of her hair and kept spinning. She frowned and said to herself as she walked: "How can that be? How could Mr. Tang be... No, no, he won't be from that sect!"

Tang Tiantian, who had denied it, then sighed: "But if not, how can he explain his skills and his sword? What should I do? How can I say that Mr. Tang is such a good man? Master, what should I do?

"Sweet! Why are you still walking around here? All right, all right, don't think about it. It's time to eat. Sa Yin'er came out of the hall and took Tang Tiantian to the hall.

Tang Tiantian stamped her foot and made a fierce decision: Forget it, save people to the end, just think you haven't seen it! Tang boy, let you go!

The night is full, and it is another cloudy night, crossing the vast mountains and countless rivers. Thousands of miles away from Xianchi City, a huge and majestic city stands in the night.

The flag is flying on the top of the high city, and you can see the two big characters on the flag - Jingnan!

Every dozens of meters, there is a torch erected on the head of the city. The wind is hunting, and the torch is blown bright and dark. Two soldiers in military uniforms chatted together. I don't know what happened to the climate here. There are no clear four seasons. Even in winter, people's clothes are relatively thin, but the city is cold and windy at night, and the soldiers' military uniforms can't stand it. So as long as it is not a relatively important position, the rest will go down to warm up.

The positions of these two soldiers are just at the top of the city, so they can only stand on guard honestly. The night is long, and the two chat when they have nothing to do. When the two were discussing the shape of the widow in the east of the city, a figure suddenly flew over the head of the city, and the two were shocked. Hurry up and look back.

Then a cold voice came from the air: "Stay on guard and chat, go back and get 50 military sticks."

Looking at the figure quickly disappearing into the city, the two looked at each other and saw fear and understanding from each other's eyes.

"The iron-faced king of the den!"

"I'm back!"

In the main hall, a hall was brightly lit, and dozens of people were sitting in the hall, all of whom were quietly listening to a person. After a long time, a middle-aged man in brocade sitting in the right position said, "Lao Wu, do you think that the young man was seriously injured by you when he saved the Three Rat King?"

A cold-faced middle-aged man sitting on the side returned and said, "Yes, he was slapped by me and then directly hit by me. Presumably, he couldn't recover for a few months." This man is the iron-faced king of Hell who chased and killed the brocade rat.

The middle-aged man in Jinfu was silent for a while and suddenly laughed. He smiled and said to the iron-faced king of herd, "Lao Wu, do you know that I have received a letter that the Three Rat King has recovered and killed more than a dozen people with the young man this morning."

The iron-faced king of the den was shocked: "How can this be?"

"Nothing is impossible, and what's more interesting is that according to our people in the capital of Hulan, those who were killed were exactly the spies sent by the court of Hulan. Unexpectedly, he was killed as soon as he got to the ground. And he didn't die at the hands of the family.

The iron-faced king of the den wondered, "How does the owner know that the man is not from the family?"

Hearing the iron-faced king's question, the middle-aged head of the family laughed: "Because I already know the origin of this person. Ladies and gentlemen, this time it's not just a spiritual stone mine. If this young man named Tang Lin can be caught, our family will not be far away when he recovers. Get ready!"

"I haven't been to Xianchi City for a long time."

In Xianchi City, the dark world is actually not quiet, especially before the storm. The mayor once again hid the night and walked into the well-prepared small yard. He entered the attic.

There was another click sound, and the figure of the war chief disappeared in the hall and went down to the underground secret room. After a dark aisle, a huge cave appeared in front of him. The cave was brightly lit and arranged like the main hall above. At this time, there were already three people in the hall.

Mayor Zhan walked over and sat down silently without saying anything. Among the other three people, there was Sister Rong Rong, who was a speaker, and two ordinary middle-aged people, each of whom sat and did not talk to each other.

A small door in the "squeaky" corner suddenly opened and walked into a gray-haired old man. Seeing the old man coming in, the four stood up at the same time.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

He went to the right position and sat down, looked at the mayor with a pair of slightly narrow eyes, and said, "Bye, I already know about you. It's not your fault. They don't know your identity. As for the dead, let him go there!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes and continued, "It's just that Mr. Tang Lin and Tang, should you tell me in detail why I haven't heard how you reported this person before?"

Several people in the hall have their eyes on the war mayor.

Silent! Silence! Cold!

In the next few days, Xianchi City rarely calmed down. Except for Tang Tiantian and Sa Jirong, they came to Tang Lin more diligently. It seemed that everything was peaceful, and the coffin in the yard had been sent back.

For some reason, Tang Tiantian no longer asks Tang Lin's origin of his teacher, but often talks with Tang Lin about the practice world.

Through chatting with Tang Tiantian, Tang Lin knew that Xianchi City is just a small corner of this continent, and the news is really blocked and extremely remote.

People here are rarely even in the practice world, because the place is too remote and there are few people. Even the practice sect rarely comes here.

In the whole continent, there are countless practitioners, but practitioners are gradually divided into three camps, namely, the right way, the devil's way and the evil way, because of their different practices and the different principles of doing things.

Among them, the right path is led by Yunzong, Lianzong and Zhixinzong. Yunzong is located in the Huayun Mountains in the center of the mainland. Lianzong is located above the East China Sea. Zhixinzong is in Tianshan in the west. The three sects are powerful and indivisible. However, Yunzong has had a lot of talents in the past hundred years, and its strength has been strengthened. Now it is now the first of the right path.

The magic road is divided into Northern League, Southern League and Xiaoyao League. Except for the Xiaoyao League on the South China Sea, the North League and the South League are mysterious and unpredictable, and no one knows its mountain gate.

In addition to the sects of the right and the devil, there are also many sects between good and evil. These sects, regardless of the kindness and resentment between the right and demon, go their own way, led by two sects. It is the sword sea in the north and the Zhenyuan faction in the south.

These three sects and eight sects are actually the Taishan Beidou in today's world of practice. The rest of the sects are led by these eight sects. Each election camp.

When Tang Tiantian introduced, she specifically mentioned the centennial war, but she heard that the last centennial battle did not happen for some reason.

In a few days, Tang Tiantian and the people in Tangzhuang Town became much more familiar. Moreover, since Tang Tiantian saw Taotao, she was surprised that Taotao's physique was the same, saying that she must let Taotao go back to her teacher's school to practice. If Taotao hadn't insisted on refusing, maybe she would have used it.

Later, Tang Tiantian was surprised to find that several young men in the town were very good and could practice. You should know how rare it is to practice physique, and there are several of them. How can she not be surprised? When she knew that this was all Tang Lin's credit, her eyes were even more complicated.

Needless to say, Xiao Pang must follow Tang Tiantian every day. Her elder sister screamed briefly, and her mouth also learned to be sweet. Unexpectedly, he mastered three stunts of picking up girls: bold, careful and thick-skinned. This made Tang Lin intuitively sigh that the power of love is great.

When Tang Lin was calm, several places were not calm.

About 300 miles east of Xianchi City, there is a military camp with 50,000 troops stationed in Hulan. These border troops are stationed here all year round, and because of the perennial war, the military casualties of the soldiers are large, and it is always too late to make up.

The banners are flutter, and the wind is blowing. The huge military camp is located under a low mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers. The geographical location is very good. At this time, it was already evening, and the smoke in the barracks was everywhere, and it was almost dinner time. A big man came out of a tent and shouted something to the soldiers around him. The surrounding soldiers dispersed one after another.

On a hillside dozens of miles away from the barracks, several people with branches and green leaves on their heads looked at the barracks. After a while, one of them slowly retreated as if they had reported the news.

Warlocks, a mysterious profession, no one can really understand them, including themselves.

The person who reported the news ran to a mountain depression, where several people were already waiting. One of them was the head of Sichuan Township. Next to him stood a thin and tall man. The man seemed to be thinking. He looked at the opposite hillside for a long time and sighed, "This day is going to change-- —”

"It seems that this day is going to change, Lord Li, will you rest in the inn in front of you today?" A gray-haired old man looked at the sky and said to a man beside him covered with black veils. This is the official road 800 miles northeast of Xianchi City. Dozens of people in uniform cyan tight samurai robes are walking on the official road.

The leader is the gray-haired old man and the mysterious man wrapped in a black veil. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was about to rain. It was the old man who asked the man in black beside him. There is an inn not far ahead of them - Tongfu Inn!

"Good!" Humane in black. The tone was calm and indifferent, and he didn't say anything after saying it. The old man didn't care, greeted back, and immediately a middle-aged man came up.

"What do you have to order, Lord Xu?" Middle-aged humanity.

"We will rest at that inn tonight." The old man surnamed Xu said.

"Yes, my lord, I'm going to arrange it." The middle-aged man bowed and saluted, and then ran to Tongfu Inn.

At night, it finally began to rain, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The sky seemed to be splashing water on the ground. The dense bean-sized raindrops covered all the sounds. Tongfu Inn is an old inn. You can see its years from its original signboard that has been blown and sun.

The boss is a scholar. Well, just think of him as a scholar. Anyway, he is a scholar. His parents died early and left him such an industry. In desperation, he had to support the inn again.

Tongfu Inn, the rooms and stairs inside are as old as its years. Therefore, over time, no one came. The business was bleak, and the scholar was almost unable to hire anyone. Now there are only four left, one chef, two running in the hall, and one left, that is, the shopkeeper, himself.

However, Xiucai is very happy today, because a group of people came to stay in the store today. Not to mention any earlier guests, the money of these people's stay in the store alone is enough for him to spend a while.

It can be seen that this group of people are all noble people. If they hadn't come here, they wouldn't have lived in this broken store, so he is grateful for the heavy rain outside.

While he was happily calculating how much wine he was going to buy today to relieve his id, a figure appeared at the door of the inn. As soon as he saw the business coming, Xiucai quickly shouted, "Fusheng, Fusheng, where is your death? Why don't you come and greet the guests?"

"Here we are! Here we go!" A thin young man came out of the kitchen and smiled at the guest with a bucket hat, "Guest, please order some wine and dishes to warm up your body."

"No!"

It was not the person who came in. The voice came from upstairs. Xiucai and Xiao Er looked up and saw a guest standing upstairs talking to them.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the bucket hat went straight upstairs, leaving the scholar boss and the little two to look at each other in con's face.

Upstairs, in a room, a man in black and Lord Xu sat on the head.

"See you!" The man with the hat knelt down to salute.

"Get up! What news did you bring? Lord Xu nodded and asked.

The man with a bucket hat did not stand up and still knelt to answer, but his voice trembled rarely: "Sir, the young master and the second young master..."

"What?" A shout came from the upstairs, which woke up the Xiucai shopkeeper and Xiao Er downstairs. They looked upstairs doubtfully and didn't understand why these big shots were so angry.

"What the hell is going on? Say it quickly!" Another shout came from the upstairs. An angry roar collided in this quiet lobby.

"Okay, go do your work! Don't mind your own business." The Xiucai shopkeeper slapped Xiao Er on the head and scolded. Xiao Er immediately covered his head and ran to the kitchen.

It seemed to have noticed the people downstairs, and the upstairs calmed down again.

In the room, the mysterious man sat motionless, but Lord Xu walked around in front of the man with a bamboo hat. After a while, he calmed down a little, and his eyes flashed with anger and sadness.

"Tell me in detail about the situation. How did the young master and the second young master die?" The old man who forced him to suppress his anger asked in a cold voice.

How can he not be sad? This time, the imperial court attached great importance to the rebellion of the Sa family, and when he heard that a spiritual stone mine had been mine near the Sa family, the imperial court paid more attention to it. As the Hawkeye of the court, he is of course more cautious in charge of this operation. Therefore, when their masters did not set out, they had sent a group of people to explore the way.

So, he sent his two grandchildren out. According to the principle, as long as the family did not immediately rebel, the two grandchildren would be foolproof under the protection of a five-grade warrior and nine three-grade warriors. Unexpectedly, the two grandsons he loved died like this.

The man wearing the hat pressed his head lower: "It was already the morning when we got the news, because the young master and they did not contact us, so we knew it was a little late. That morning, the young master and the people of Tangzhuang Town clashed. Finally, they fought. At first, the group of people in Tangzhuang Town were not opponents, but later a young man named Tang Lin came to the other party. As soon as he came, he killed nine of them, and Lord He and the second young master died.

"What, Lao He was killed by him? He is alone?"

"Yes."

"Okay, go on."

"Later, the young master and the remaining two were taken away by the Sa family. It was not until noon that we knew that the three young master had been killed by the Sa family and their heads were cut off and given to the young man named Tang Lin."

"How can it be? It's too bullying!"

Lord Xu slapped on the solid wood table, and the table fell to the ground with a bang.

"Your Excellency, here is a letter from Hai Lao presented to you about this young man."

Lord Xu took the letter and read it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more excited he became. The thick and powerful hands also began to tremble. The mysterious man in black sitting behind him also looked at him in surprise, as if he was surprised by his abnormality.

"How could such a thing happen! I didn't expect it!" Lord Xu suddenly looked back at the man in black: "Lord Li, you may be interested in this person."

"Oh?" A cold voice came from under the black clothes.

Lord Xu was about to speak, but suddenly stopped. His ears moved. Suddenly, he rushed to the window behind the man in black and slapped him. A muffled hum sounded outside the window with the sound of broken window lattice, and a dark shadow flew out of the inn in the sky.

Lord Xu shouted, "Where are you going!" Then he flew out of the window to chase him. It rained outside the window, and the night covered the figure and penetrated into the woods not far from the inn.

If Tang Lin were here, he would find that the shadow was the middle-aged man in black who followed Sa Jirong to Tangzhuang Town. That's what Lord Ji is talking about.

The shadow rushed and entered the dense forest not far from the inn. The heavy rain was enough to hide his footsteps and deeds. When Lord Xu chased him out, the shadow had already rushed into the forest.

Everyone chased down from the second floor. Lord Xu stood in the rain, looked at the forest where the shadow disappeared, and raised his hands and shouted, "Don't chase. It seems that the man has been prepared for a long time. Our whereabouts have been leaked. This place should not be stayed for a long time. We set out overnight."

At the same time, on the top of a hillside in the southwest of Xianchi, the iron-faced king of fire stood there like a javelin, and the pouring rain could not move his body at all. Suddenly, a figure rushed up from the hillside and suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Zaki Eagle, how is Xianchi City now?"

"Your Excellency, the city is very calm and nothing has changed."

"No change? It seems that they are about to be ready! Go and report to the owner, we are going to speed up the march!"

"Yes!"

It rained heavily, but it was a sleepless night. In the southeast of Xianchi, an army was quietly coming to Xianchi. However, they are even more secretive. This army only marches at night. Moreover, unlike the people of Jingnan and Hulan, they have been walking for many days and are stationed in a mountain forest less than 100 miles away from Xianchi City tonight.

Maybe there is another person destined to be sleepless tonight - Tang Lin!

There was no one on the street under the heavy rain. The yard of Tangzhuang Town was full of water, and huge raindrops hit the eaves. Tang Lin sat on the chair under the hall, cross-legged his knees.

There were too many changes two days ago, and ** naked blood completely awakened his kind heart: this is no longer the harmonious rule of law society! Late at night, he always dreams of those killed by him and the cold dagger. He doesn't want to kill, let alone be killed.

Kindness and kindness do not apply here. At the moment of death, Tang Lin suddenly found that he was so vulnerable. At that time, he secretly vowed that he would never let this happen again.

It was already late at night. Just as Tang Lin was about to take a rest, suddenly he heard the sound of water being rowed on the street. Tang Lin became alert, and the sound gradually approached and went straight into the yard.

Someone came in!

Tang Lin immediately jumped off the chair, picked up the sword beside him and walked out of the door. He was shocked when he fixed his eyes. Through the dim light in the room, he saw a figure standing crookedly in the yard in the heavy rain. The figure stood swaying in the rain, as if he might fall down at any time. His clothes were ragged, and the flesh and blood inside were exposed in several places. There was a dark red color. Tang Lin saw that the man's whole body was covered with knife wounds.

Through the light, Tang Lin finally saw the man's face.

He was shocked: "Lao Li!!!!"