Chapter 84 Villagers Disappear

Under the leadership of the Shiwei leader, Zhou Xing and Wang Yuting walked on the street. Their clothes were a little different from the people here, and it was obvious that they were not locals at a glance.

Zhou Xing noticed that many people on the street looked at them with strange eyes, with a faint meaning of fear and suspicion. After a few more steps, Zhou Xing's eyes suddenly condensed. He noticed that there was a roof where a rebore arrow aimed at him, and then he found many traces in many hidden places.

"What the hell is going on here?" Zhou Xing's heart was full of doubts, and his intuition told him that this matter was inseparable from his efforts. Zhou Xing was not in a hurry to ask the head of the guard, but followed him to a rather exquisite two-story Accord.

"Two, above is Li from Wolong Sect. The master lives. Please wait a moment. The head of the guard said politely.

After saying that, he knocked on the door and walked into the room. Zhou Xing and Wang Yuting's ears are no longer comparable to ordinary people. They can hear the dialogue in it.

"Oh? My people from Wolong Sect?" It seems to be the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Yes, Li. Master, please confirm their identity.

For a long time, then Li. The master said, "Please invite them to come in."

After a while, he saw the leader of the guard coming out and asked Zhou Xing to go in. Zhou Xing was a little worried and secretly hoped that his words could make Li. The master believes that otherwise it will inevitably cost some tampers.

Follow the head of the guard to the lobby in the room. There are two chairs and a table in the lobby, guest tables and chairs on the left and right sides, a landscape map hanging on the middle wall, and a red sandalwood incense burner on the table.

As soon as Zhou Xing entered the room, he roughly swept the environment, and then his eyes fell on a middle-aged Confucian sitting at the left end of the two chairs in the middle. The middle-aged Confucian was dressed in a green robe, a sword at his waist, with a two-inch short beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and bright eyes. There was a momentum of not anger and self-rightening, which was convincing.

When Zhou Xing looked at the middle-aged Confucian, this person was also looking at Zhou Xing.

There is faint light under the skin, the eyes are condensed but not exposed, and the footsteps are light and silent, master!

At the thought of this, the middle-aged Confucian didn't even look at Wang Yuting, so he smiled. He stood up and said with a smile, "This brother, I don't know what to call him?"

"My next surname is Zhou." Zhou Xing smiled and sat on the right head of the middle naturally with Wang Yuting.

The middle-aged Confucian didn't care about Zhou Xing's behavior and waved his hand to the head of the guard and motioned him to go down.

"Brother Zhou, that's what I call it when I'm older. I heard that you are also a person in my Wolong Sect. I don't know..."

Before the middle-aged Confucian finished speaking, Zhou Xing directly shook his head and said, "I'm not from Wolong Sect. I just went to the mountain to worship my teacher."

The middle-aged Confucian looked shocked, but he did not shout loudly. He was surprised and said, "Then why did Brother Zhou pretend?"

Zhou Xing looked at the middle-aged Confucian and said, "Have you heard of Hua Yunzong?"

The middle-aged Confucian of "Huayunzong" was stunned, and his eyes immediately showed excitement and said, "Are you from Huayunzong?"

Zhou Xing nodded. He used to move from Wolongzong to Huayunzong, so he has been guessing that someone in Wolongzong must know the existence of Huayunzong. The world is so big that there are so many practitioners, how can they really be completely hidden without showing a trace of their whereabouts?

The middle-aged Confucian did not hide the excitement on his face and bowed directly and said, "The younger generation was rude before, please don't blame the master. However, master, can you prove your identity? The younger generation is not that they don't believe the words of the master, but that there are great changes now.

Hearing the great change and the observation just now, Zhou Xing's heart sank again, and the ominous premonition became heavier and heavier. In his arms, Zhou Xing threw a token to the middle-aged Confucian, which was issued by Uncle Xia when he did foreign work.

"Teacher, the younger generation is offended." The middle-aged Confucian was so excited that he held the token with his hands shaking and checked it carefully. For a moment, his hands were respectfully presented to Zhou Xing.

"Do you believe it now?" Zhou Xing's eyes flashed and asked.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded and said excitedly, "Master, the younger generation believes, believe."

Zhou Xing pondered for a moment and said, "How much do you know about Hua Yunzong?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar hesitated and said, "The younger generation doesn't know much. The leader once told the core disciples of Wolong Sect that Huayun Sect is a hermit sect, and Wolong Sect is just one of its branches. If you meet the Huayun Sect, you need to be called by the above teacher and hold the gifts of the younger generation, or you may enjoy some benefits for a lifetime." Speaking of the last sentence, the middle-aged Confucian swept to Zhou Xing.

"If you want benefits, just say it clearly. Do you need to beat around the bush?" Wang Yuting pouted.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled awkwardly and didn't even dare to say.

Zhou Xing said, "I have some problems. If you can explain it clearly, it's okay to give you a little benefit."

The middle-aged Confucian looked straight and said, "Master, please speak."

Zhou Xing nodded and said, "I just saw that the city guards here are strictly guarded, and the people are different. I don't know what happened?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged Confucian thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "The master doesn't know that a series of strange things have happened in Chunan recently. This strange thing began with Dongjun. A month ago, at the junction of Dongjun and Tianxiong Kingdom, there was a village, and hundreds of them suddenly disappeared. There was no trace of fighting in the village, and There is no blood stain. Those villagers suddenly seem to have evaporated from the world.

"Is it the work of Tianxiong Kingdom?" Zhou Xing's face changed slightly and he said.

"The master's words were reasonable. After discovering this, the governor of Dongjun immediately negotiated with Tianxiong Kingdom, but Tianxiong Kingdom categorically denied it, which had nothing to do with them. The governor of East County naturally refused to believe it, but there was no evidence. Then two days later, there were two more villages in the East County, and nearly a thousand people disappeared directly from the village without a trace. Whether they were adults, children, women and children, they all disappeared out of thin air. When it was found, the livestock raised by the villagers were still there, and even the food at home was still steaming, but this person was gone.

"Oh, my God! How is that possible?" Wang Yuting exclaimed.

"The younger generation also felt that this matter was strange. Thousands of people, even if the Tianxiong Kingdom sent troops, could not be taken away, but it was impossible to be silent without leaving a trace. But that's the truth. There is no trace of Feidan, and even in the village area, there are no footprints of the escape. This also denies that it is not what the villagers did. The middle-aged Confucian said in a low voice.

"The governor of Dongjun was furious and sent troops to station in the village on the border with Tianxiong Kingdom. There are also many Jianghu people who go to those villagers indignantly. I vowed to find out the reason for the disappeared villagers. These Jianghu people are all strong in martial arts, have unique skills, and have troops stationed, so those villages are guaranteed. However, just the next day..." The middle-aged Confucius paused and was terrified.

Zhou Xing's eyes flashed, stared at the middle-aged Confucian scholars, and said slowly, "Including those troops, the people in the rivers and lakes and the villagers in the village have all disappeared?"

"No way!" Wang Yuting's face turned white.

The middle-aged Confucian looked at Zhou Xing, nodded heavily, and said, "Three villages, and a large town nearby, tens of thousands of people!" It completely disappeared."

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