Chapter 32 Assassin's Blood Case III

Zhang Bozhong watched Ling Tianhong take his subordinates to the hut with hoes and buckets, and followed curiously.

Three huts built of wooden boards.

Ling Tianhong took the lead in opening the first room and first checked the top of the hut. To no result, he was ready to dig out the dung pit.

A burst of disgusting smell floated out, which made people want to vomit.

Ling Tianhong took a wet cloth and tied it to his face. When it was better, he took the lead and scooped the feces in the dung pit into the bucket with a dung spoon.

Nangong Ming also followed Ling Tianhong's example, checked in the third hut, and then scooped up feces.

Eleven people were divided into three groups and scooped up the feces of the three huts.

Seeing that the master was holding back the nausea and scooping up the feces into the bucket, Fu Haoxuan grabbed the manure spoon in Ling Tianhong's hand: "Master, I'll..."

Ling Tianhong stepped aside and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Ah, slow down, it splashed on me." Shangguan Feihong jumped aside, picked up the cloth soaked and wiped the splashed part.

For a long time, all the feces in the hut were taken out, but nothing was seen.

Changsun Yu stared at Fu Haoxuan fiercely: "Look! There is nothing..."

Fu Haoxuan still said with a smile, "I'm just guessing, and I didn't say that there must be. Isn't it because I want to find a place!"

Ling Tianhong covered his nose and squatted in front of the first pit and looked carefully at the pit: "Take a thick wooden stick."

Fu Haoxuan quickly picked up a thick wooden stick on the side and handed it to the master.

Ling Tianhong picked up the wooden stick and stabbed it on the wall of the dung pit, and poked it hard in every place. After stabbed the first room and the second room, there was no abnormality in the three rooms.

Everyone looked at Fu Haoxuan with frustration, as if they were blaming him.

Fu Haoxuan grinned and said, "No? Then think about where it is possible."

Ling Tianhong covered his nose in front of the three thatched houses and found a broken tank in the innermost part of the third room, which was filled with half a tank of sewage and a night fragrance on the side.

Ling Tianhong removed the broken cylinder, picked up the hoe and dug it down.

After digging for a while, I heard a 'bang', and the hoe spewed sparks, as if it had dug a stone.

Everyone came over immediately.

Ling Tianhong carefully opened the soil, and an iron box was exposed. He couldn't help but be happy.

Moving out of the iron box, Ling Tianhong took out the key from his arms and inserted it into the keyhole, which was just right.

Open the box and you can see what you want to see, two blue notebooks.

Ling Tianhong picked up a book and turned over a page, which was full of records of bribery to Wu Kui from all over the country. The other record was about some of Wu Kui's cronies and his corruption.

Everyone is curious about how Zhang Boliang got these evidences, but now that he is dead, there is no way to know.

Ling Tianhong kicked the book into his arms: "Now we have to send this criminal evidence to the palace and hand it over to the emperor immediately. Wu Kui must know that we search the assassin's mansion like this. We must be more careful on the way to Beijing. These two things are related to Wu Kui's future. He will definitely send someone to intercept and kill us."

Everyone nodded in unison and answered, "I understand." The bloody case of the Assassin's Mansion has already angered everyone, and they vowed to one day bring Wu Kui to justice and avenge the kind and innocent people.

"There is a situation... Be careful, everyone..." Before Shangguan Feihong finished speaking, he saw a group of masked people in black standing on the wall and surrounding the whole yard.

The yard is not big, but it is full of people at this time.

The leading man in black showed a pair of cold eyes and looked at the iron box on the ground: "It seems that you have got the things."

Ling Tianhong frowned and snorted coldly: "Do something blind in black in the light. Follow the old thief and die sooner or later."

The man in black couldn't see the expression on his face, but his eyes were full of murderous cold light and glanced at everyone below.

Fu Haoxuan had never seen a real fight. He stood beside the master and sneered, "What are you looking at? If you want to fight, come down and fight."

Ling Tianling whispered, "Be careful when you start. These are not ordinary killers."

"Master, don't worry! I can't beat it, can't I avoid it?" At this time, Fu Haoxuan's hands have begun to itch, and he can't wait to try it.

The leader in black waved his hand, and all the black clothes on the wall jumped down together, and the sound of the sword immediately resounded to the Shifu.

Zhang Bozhong hurriedly called his family into the inner room and did not dare to come out to watch. The child in his arms heard the sound of sword collision and looked up at him and asked naively, "Uncle, Dad said that someone wanted to kill us. Did they come to kill us?"

"Well, but chess is not afraid. There is an uncle here." Zhang Bozhong touched the child's head and held him tighter.

"Those black clothes are all bad people. Dad said that when he grows up, he should be a good person and a good official of the people." The child raised his head and looked at Zhang Bozhong's face seriously.

"Well, your father is right." When Zhang Bozhong heard the child's words, he couldn't help but shed tears when he thought that there was only the child left in his brother's family.

"Uncle, why are you crying? When chess grows up, he will definitely be a good official, just like his father. The child reached out and wiped his tears.

"Uncle was so ambitious that he cried with joy." Zhang Bozhong forced a smile.

The family hid in the inner room and listened to the movement outside.

Ling Tianhong danced his sword and dealt with several black clothes at the same time.

Fu Haoxuan was particularly excited. This was the first time he experienced the feeling of fighting. He was also more careful to deal with it. The sword in his hand naturally danced vigorously.

The sword in Ling Tianhong's hand almost cut the throat of the black leader, which made his heart palpitate. He couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and the blood seemed to condense.

At this time, a man in black was about to sneak up on Shangguan Feihong from behind. He didn't want Shangguan Feihong to listen to the knife wind. He turned his head and stepped on the manure spoon in a hurry. The spoon stick stood up and hit his crotch. Suddenly, he covered his lower body and bent down in pain.

Seeing this, Fu Haoxuan jumped up and kicked a foot in the air. The man in black was immediately kicked back and fell into the cesspit. Then Fu Haoxuan picked up a bucket of feces and threw it into the pit. Suddenly, the man in black in the pit was covered with feces.

Fu Haoxuan couldn't help shouting: "Refreshing" and facing another black man.

The courtyard was full of messy and stench, and there were kick-over buckets everywhere. There were several black clothes on the ground. The blood slowly flowed and the dung flowed together. The air had become turbid and smelly, and there was a little bloody smell.

A light breeze is blowing.

"Ah, mother, it stinks." Wu Dayu covered his nose with one hand and waved a long whip in the other. The long whip snapped and slapped to the black coat.

A black man jumped on the wall and was about to cut from the back to Fu Haoxuan. At this time, Fu Haoxuan was dealing with the black clothes in front of him on the wall and did not notice the black clothes behind him.

Seeing this, Wu Dayu immediately jumped up in the air and threw a whip, pulled the black coat off the wall, stepped into the dung bucket when he landed, pulled out the disgusting feces on his feet, and immediately scolded, "Damn you, I let you eat shit." He kicked the manure bucket just now, and the manure bucket flew to the man in black who had just fallen.

The dung bucket flew straight to the black face, and suddenly splashed flowers on his face.

With Wu Dayu's whip, the whip firmly wrapped around his neck, dragged his body hard and hit the wall heavily. When he landed, he gave him a fierce kick, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spewed out and fainted.

The fighting in the courtyard was fierce, full of dirty blood stains on the ground.

The sword waved, the sound of collision continued, the cold light flashed, and from time to time blood beads splashed everywhere.

Ling Tianhong blocked the black leader with his sword, turned around and jumped on the roof. The black clothes followed, and the two fought on the roof again.

This black-dressed leader's martial arts skills are not weak, very calm, and definitely a first-class master.

He waved his knife and came to Ling Tianhong's feet a little bit, and he did a lot of light work. The knife in his hand was split, Ling Tianhong raised his sword to meet each other, and the sword collided with Mars and splashed everywhere. Ling Tianhong suddenly felt that his wrist was a little numb, and he couldn't help retreating a few steps.

Stand firmly, hold the sword with both hands and jump up at the feet, and split the sword from mid-air. This sword is extremely powerful.

When the black leader saw this, he retreated a little under his feet. Ling Tianhong's sword was empty, and a trace was split on the roof. The tiles and wood suddenly cracked, and only a large piece of tiles fell down.

The black clothes secretly said that there was a strong force in his heart. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise he would be split in half.

Ling Tianhong jumped up and danced the long sword again. The sword wind was like a whirlwind, and the tiles rotated. As his left hand secretly condensed the true air, he flipped and waved a sword in his right hand, and all the rotating tiles shot at the black leader.

The black-dressed dancer's knife resisted the tiles shot at him. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of swordsmanship it was. It was so mysterious that I had never seen it before.

Ling Tianhong swung and rotated under his feet, and his body and sword shot at the black leader.

The black collar flashed in a hurry, but he still couldn't get out of the way. A long sword pierced his left shoulder; Ling Tianhong raised his left hand and slapped him on the chest.

With this palm, the body of the black-clad leader broke away from his long sword, fell off the roof several meters in a row, half squatted down, covered the wound and looked up at Ling Tianhong on the roof, turned around and ran away with light skills.

Fu Haoxuan endured the tingling from his legs, and still struggled to fight with the sword in his hand. He dragged his injured foot and retreated to Ling Tianhong: "Master, I'm injured."

Ling Tianhong quickly flashed to his side and took the trick of the man in black. Ling Tianhong seemed to be able to deal with the two black clothes at the same time. After a while, he solved one, and the other one was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The rest of the black clothes will leave when the leader leaves, and the ones who can get off will also get out. If they can't get off, they can only become ghosts under the knife.

Ling Tianhong tore open Fu Haoxuan's trousers, took out a bottle of trauma medicine from his arms and poured it on his wound. He tore off a piece of cloth and tied it tightly: "Can you go?"

"Can" Fu Haoxuan stood up and walked away. "It's a little... Hey hey."

Ling Tianhong nodded and turned to check the other injuries