The next morning, Huang Ling came out of the inn's T-shaped room, found a place downstairs to sit down, and asked the waiter for a pot of wine, a few steamed buns, and two plates of side dishes, and had breakfast silently.

There were some idle people sitting in the inn. They ordered a pot of tea and listened to the storyteller talking loudly, commonly known as "morning class".

"... In the third year of Jianyuan, smoke of gunpowder spread everywhere, and heroes in troubled times. The First Emperor of Dajing Dynasty, the First Emperor of Dajing Dynasty, established the Dajing River and Mountains, and established the capital of Changyang. The emperors of each dynasty worked hard to govern, expanded their territory, and finally became one of the three major countries in the East. Now, His Majesty Emperor Guangde, who ascended the throne at the age of ten, has ascended the throne for 16 years under the assistance of his uncle and regent, has been prosperous and safe for 16 years..." The old man with a goat beard was passionate on the stage,

"The emperor was able to know at the age of three, and at the age of four, he was extremely talented, read a lot of books, and had a good reputation. Before the emperor could finish his hair, the empress dowager died, and the regent was sick. Prince Yu and Prince Yong rebelled, and pressed the imperial capital with the force of attacking each other in front and back. My wise young emperor..." The writer stopped and bowed east with respect, and then continued, "It was a secret order for the mighty general stationed near Prince Yu to pass on a secret order. Before Prince Yu left his fiefdom, the general had secretly captured Weizhou. At the same time, the emperor sent someone to separate Prince Yong as Prince Yu, which led to the two falling apart for a long time and the crisis disappeared. In the same year, the emperor ruled and married."

When the guest heard this, he whispered to each other, and there were crowds of discussions, with most of his expressions of admiration and pride on his face.

Huang Ling chuckled and drank the glass of water and wine in one go.

The entourage of Kemon, who was temporarily staying in the inn, also came out of the door one after another, as if someone had lit a mute hole. They all said nothing, and when they saw their companions, they only took a face to take a photo and went down one after another.

The inn shopkeeper and the waiter both swallowed secretly, pushing and not daring to step forward. At this time, the reckless woman rushed out of the corridor and was about to hit the beauty who was about to offer to the emperor. The beauty seemed to have eyes on her back and her figure turned away. The woman stood firm and patted her chest. When she looked up, she saw a group of tall men and women from a foreign race looking sideways. She suddenly trembled, "Hug, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not interested..."

The beauty who was almost hit glanced at her coldly and turned to go downstairs.

The interlude of this scene fell into Huang Ling's eyes. He looked at the back of the rash woman quietly, and a strange light flashed.

At noon, a notice was posted at the yamen emperor's list that the concubine of the Nine-Century Deep Palace died of illness. The emperor was purely filial and deeply saddened. The national teacher burned incense and told the heavens that the people were fasting for one day, and the lanterns were set off in the river at the time of Xu to pray for blessings.

Everyone was in a state of the list, and even the good woman lost her blood and her lips trembled and chanted Amitabha Buddha.

"The emperor of the dynasty is extremely filial." Nuerling heard the news in the government office and told You Zhiyuan indifferently.

"My imperial house is kind and generous to the people, which is really a blessing for our dynasty." You Zhiyuan is full of honor.

Nuerling raised the tea cup and blew open the tea stems inside, "So will all the people in Yunzhou go out of the city to pray for blessings tonight?"

"No, it's always a matter for women, and it's not convenient for men to accompany them."

"Yes." Nuerling nodded, lowered her head and tasted the tea gracefully.

The afternoon of the day seemed to be very fast. The sun above the top seemed to be chased by someone, and it fell to the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye. The working farmer collected work, and the vendors set up the stalls collected work. The women from each family called their children and hurriedly prepared the lamps and incense for praying for blessings. Just after the Xu hour, the women led the children to hurry to Qisha River in the eastern suburbs of the city. When they saw carefully, some of the little women's eyes were red, and they seemed to be sad for the emperor's loss of their mother.

It took half an hour to go out of the city, and the men who had worked for a day couldn't care much, so they left the door and fell asleep. The streets were cold, with only the dogs in the yard barking from time to time, and the intermittent and sharp birds cried.

Yunzhou City fell into silence, but the magistrate's government still had a sound. Duke Nuerling chatted with You Zhiyuan with great interest, and suddenly talked about today's prayer. "There are many customs and rules in the treasure land. I think I know a lot, but I never knew that there was such a thing as setting off the lamp to pray for blessings."

You Zhiyuan said: "The Grand Duke doesn't know that the scene of lanterns has been circulating for a long time, but it is rarely mentioned now. I think it is because of Your Majesty's filial piety and the indignant concubine who cannot bear to be affected by the concubine, so I am so mean to pray for blessings."

"So that's it." Nuerling smiled.

"The lower official is prone to the liberty, I wonder what the customs of the Kemeng clan have?" You Zhiyuan was a civil servant after all. When he saw Nuerling mentioning the customs and customs, he also took advantage of the conversation.

"I, Kemeng, is just an uncivilized barbarian, and there are so many things to pay attention to." Nuerling curled her lips and smiled.

"The Grand Duke is too humble."

"But there is a method of sacrifice. I think Jing Chaoding does not have it. I can say that I can hear it with the Lord."

You Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "I wish to hear the details."

Nuerling straightened her body, but she became a little interested. "Ada, the true god of our clan, was rumored to be abandoned by her mother in the mountains and was taken to feed by the wolf pack. The true god did not eat wolf milk. The spirit of the wolf pack dragged her back half-dead wet nurse. Who knew that the true god did not drink milk but ate the blood shed from the neck of the breast. The true god was raised by the wolf pack with human blood, and made me Kemeng ancestors, making us strong and galloping immediately. The Kemeng clan was grateful to Ada and offered blood to sacrifice every year."

You Zhiyuan was shocked. It was a blood sacrifice!

As if he didn't notice his expression was different, Nuerling continued: "The day when Gu was born is the same as the day when True God's birthday. I think that because I was blessed by the True God, everything goes well, I became more and more respectful to the True God. So Gu would sacrifice it with blood every time he went on a war."

You Zhiyuan suddenly stood up and knocked over the teacup on the table without knowing it.

"Sir!" The officer guarding the door rushed in. Before he drew his sword, the little boy beside Nuerling threw two hidden weapons casually, and the two died in response.

You Zhiyuan's face suddenly turned as if dead.

"Don't be impatient, Lord You, I'm not finished speaking yet." Nuerling stood up slowly, walked over the two bodies and walked to the door, looked up at the dim moon, and raised a blood-devouring smile on the corner of his lips for two days, "This Jing Chao should be the one who sacrifices blood in a city, so that the true god will open the way for me!"

The crazy night of massacre had begun. You Zhiyuan was captured. The yamen runners guarding outside the gate rushed forward to fight him, but they were no match for them. After two or three moves, they were already in different places and died with their eyes closed.

You Zhiyuan had never seen such a scene. He took a few deep breaths, but even his lips were trembling.

"Bring Lord You here." Nuerling turned around and smiled evilly, and flew to the roof of the government office with anger.

The cold little boy pinched You Zhiyuan's arm, kicked his feet out of the door and took him to fly up.

You Zhiyuan staggered and stood firm in two steps, staring at the glazed tiles under his feet with a pale face.

"Master You." A ghostly voice sounded in his ears, making his hair stand tall.

"I am in a very good mood today. I'm very sure that you can see with your own eyes how this Yunzhou City has become the biggest altar of my Kemon!"

As if responding to his words, a few shrill screams came from the lonely city.

You Zhiyuan shouted in horror: "Stop!"

Nuerling raised her lips and chuckled, her thin lips seemed to be stained with blood under the moon. "Mr. You are considerate and used a good excuse to let the women and children leave, but the master didn't know that Gu was extremely reluctant to use the gloomy blood of a woman in this altar. Master You must have helped Gu a lot."

"You are too bullying!" The anger broke through the fear, and You Zhiyuan pointed at him angrily, "I have never intended to be an enemy of Ke Meng, why did you wait and force me again and again!"

Nuerling laughed loudly, as if he asked an extremely stupid question, "Why? Why?" He laughed again and cursed, "Silly."

"Master." The little boy stepped forward, and there seemed to be something wrong. The murderous aura was still there, but the sound of killing gradually became silent.

Nuerling narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and hid well, lambs. However, no matter how good the prey he could hide, he could not escape the wolf's eyes.

The livestock were frightened and howled, accompanied by the heart-wrenching sound of killing from time to time, making people extremely manic.

"Stop! Stop!" You Zhiyuan could not bear the torture of cutting his heart and lungs. He struggled hard. He had never killed a chicken before. He was even his blood boiling at this moment, just wanting to kill the demon in front of him!

The little boy grabbed it from behind, and with a little force on his hands, his arms were removed, hanging on both sides like a puppet.

You Zhiyuan's mind was blank for a moment before he realized it. Then the severe pain spread throughout his body, causing him to kneel on the ground like mud and scream in pain.

The escort agency was silent, the cool breeze blew across the school ground, and several black shadows passed by like the wind, and a silver light suddenly appeared in the starry sky where dark clouds covered the moon, followed by the sound of heavy objects breaking through the window.

Huang Ling held the sword in his hand and came out of the darkness. In an instant, four black shadows attacked from all directions.

The escorts have always had their own families, and five killers came to this escort agency, and they were naturally targeted by Han Zhen.

Huang Ling flew away.

At this time, a silver arrow came out of nowhere, and a shadow caught off guard. He stared at the black spot in disbelief and fell to the ground and died.

The other three men in black looked at each other quickly, and while fighting with Huang Ling, they were distracted to pay attention to the movements around. The Kymon killers who came this time were all top experts chosen by Nuerling himself. They were all fatal. Huang Ling fought against three, and quickly added several wounds. If it weren't for the fact that they were concerned about arrows from outside, the killers thought they could kill the person in front of them faster.

However, they never thought that the mighty general Huang Ling, who fought against them, made countless people vain.

Huang Ling was not only a famous general with strategy, but also a hero with outstanding martial arts skills. Before he was young, he had won three hundred kilograms of bows and eight stones of crossbows, and was extremely powerful. Although he was slightly bent, he immediately rushed back because of another long arrow. He shouted loudly, and the big sword dragon bird broke through the air with the energy of opening up the sky. The person he faced was divided into two, and blood splattered on the spot.

Shen Ning, who was hiding in the dark, held the longbow in his hand, saw this scene and shook it. He took a few deep breaths before suppressing his fear.

This is a living battle of life and death, so cruel and bloody!

When she was distracted, Huang Ling had already taken advantage of the victory to deal with the other two killers. He turned to look at her place, "It is not advisable to stay here, leave quickly."

Shen Ning was shocked and returned to his senses. He pulled the arrows back in a few seconds. He jumped down from the pavilion to meet him. He looked at the wound on his body and made a quick decision.

"The backyard is a small path. Let's go to the south gate to avoid it and wait for the mountain to come down to get back."

The men in Yunzhou City are all ordinary people. Even though they practiced some physical strength in the name of a stunner, they were no match for the killer who was chosen from thousands of miles away. Even Huang Ling was a little difficult to deal with it. They must have had an egg hit a stone when they tried hard. Chen Ning understood this deeply. Now he had to wait. The bandits on the mountain were of good quality, and with Han Zhen's words... the remaining forty-six people should be able to handle it barely.
Chapter completed!