Through the gloomy twilight, I saw that the house in front of me was quite impressive. It was made of green bricks and the courtyard walls were about ten feet high. The houses were carved with brackets and cornices. Although it could not be called very majestic, in the dark night, it looked like a majestic house.

It has a somewhat luxurious atmosphere. Looking at the size of this house, it can accommodate at least a thousand people lying on the floor.

Marquis Shen was used to taking care of things from the front, and now he was able to move forward. Just as he reached out to touch the door knocker on the assistant's head, he suddenly shrank back as if he was being burned, and jumped back hastily.

Everyone was startled, Ji Duoyou drew his sword to protect Ji Hu, and everyone turned their doubtful and inquiring eyes to Shen Hou.

Marquis Shen swallowed hard, stretched out his right arm and said, "There is blood on it!"

His voice was not loud, but everyone present had just experienced a life-and-death disaster, and their scalps couldn't help but explode when they heard this.

Zhao Bohu calmed down and walked forward slowly. The house must have been built several years ago. Large pieces of vermilion paint peeled off on the door. There was something like ink on the door knocker of the assistant chief. The door leaf was ajar, and inside

It was dark, very much like a dark trap. Zhao Bohu touched the door knocker and twisted it carefully with his hand. The thing was wet and sticky, with a strong smell of blood.

He nodded to Ji Duoyou and made a sign to disperse. The archers unloaded their arrows. Duoyou kicked the door open, and people separated on both sides. There was no movement inside the door. A gust of wind swept by, and the door knocker followed.

The wind blew against the door panel, making a heart-stopping "dang-dang" sound.

Ji Duoyou ordered 500 elite soldiers to follow him into the house, and the remaining troops surrounded the house on two floors. After everything was arranged, the group stepped into the door, but saw that the footprints on the steps of the door were messy and in a mess. They walked forward.

, the footprints all disappeared, probably because they were washed away by the rain.

Turning around the screen wall, there was a dark shadow looming under the railing of the corridor of the main room, motionless. Ji Duoyou moved closer and poked the black shadow with the tip of his sword. Ji Hu asked in a trembling voice: "What?

Brother Friend------What is that?"

Ji Duoyou slowly stood up straight, the armor plates made a soft "ding" sound, and said calmly: "It's a dead person!"

"It's a dead person!" Several people couldn't help but scream. In this silent and strange deserted house, there were even echoes that made people shudder.

A few drops of water dripped from the eaves of the corridor to the

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He rubbed the force on Hou's face for a while, regained his composure, walked to Ji Hu's side, and said: "Your Highness, this family must have been robbed, and everyone is dead. We might as well retreat.

Go out, it’s not good for a haunted house!”

Ji Hu said nothing, but looked at Zhao Bohu who was lying on the ground studying the corpse. He took out the bamboo arrow from the quiver on the dead man's back, put it under his nose, smelled it, and whispered: "Burn it."

Light the torch!"

The sergeants lit the torches and saw more clearly. The man on the ground was dressed in black, holding a bow in his hand, and the index finger of the other hand was still hooked on the string. He seemed to be aiming to fire an arrow. There was a deep wound on his back.

The knife edge seemed to be pierced by someone from behind, and he died.

"It seems that when he was preparing to shoot a target in the main room, he was suddenly attacked from behind and died." Zhao Bohu looked in the direction of the main room and stepped forward.

After crossing the threshold, everyone said "Ah" again, and there were four or five corpses lying in the room. Three of them were the same as the dead people outside, wearing black clothes and holding knives or swords in their hands. And the other two

If he has a broken hair and tattoos, he is clearly a foreigner.

Suddenly, Zhao Bohu grabbed a torch, squatted in front of one of the corpses, and observed it carefully for a long time. Finally, he sighed: "It's him!"

Ji Duoyou didn't understand: "Who is it? Zimu, what did you see? Tell us quickly!"

Ji Hu also came to help: "Yes! Young Master, what on earth is going on?"

Zhao Bohu stood with his hands behind his back, pointed at the three corpses of men in black on the ground and said: "These few people are in the same group as the one outside. They are probably the ones who shot cold arrows at me on the Bronze Mountain."

Marquis Shen was very puzzled: "Sir, how do you know such secrets?"

Ji Duoyou picked up an arrow and explained: "The shape, regulation, size, and toughness of this arrow are all similar to the cold arrow in Tonglushan. It seems that it was really done by this group of people. But why did they die again?

Are you here?"

"Now we have to ask them." Zhao Bohu pointed at the two corpses with broken hair and tattoos and said: "Do you still remember how many escaped mining slaves were on the Lead Green Mountain? They should all be in this house.

Already."

"Young Master, we can all tell that they are Yi people, but how do you know that they are all mining slaves?" Ji Hu was very curious.

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“Due to years of mining in small caves, mine slaves have bent backs and bent fingers and knees, which is different from normal people.”

Ji Hu and Duoyou knelt down and took a closer look, shouting: "It's true! It's amazing!"

"Obviously, these two groups of people had a fight in this house, fighting each other to the death, leaving corpses inside and outside. And this strong man," Zhao Bohu pointed at the corpse he had just looked at carefully: "is today.

The benefactor who saved me from the Han River!" He knelt down, kowtowed three times solemnly, and sighed: "Master Shen, please order someone to carry him out properly, buy a good coffin, and bury him properly!"

"No!" Marquis Shen led the people to find a stretcher.

Ji Duoyou frowned and asked: "So, it is true that these mining slaves hid the assassins and led them to escape. Then they should be a group. Why are they now fighting to the death? Why?"

Zhao Bohu smiled faintly: "It's not them, it's him."

"He? What does this mean?" Ji Hu asked not to be outdone.

"It was only one person who shot cold arrows in Tonglu Mountain. Otherwise, all the arrows would have flown. How could you and I be alive? This person is the only one hiding among these mining slaves, because he is a barbarian like them, so

That's why I took the risk to protect him. As for why the two groups of people fought here, I think it must be because of that person. The original Death Warriors fell out with this person for some reason, and the mine slaves risked their lives to protect him.

, that’s why it’s like this.”

"Who is he? It's so important. Is that person dead? Is he in this room? But if the mining slave was so protective of the lone assassin just now, why did he go against his master's will to save you?" Ji Duoyou muttered.

.

Before Zhao Bohu could speak, Ji Hu had already started talking: "Hey! I don't understand this yet, because at that time the Prince of E wanted to execute those mining slaves, and it was the young master who spoke up to let them live. He also wanted to repay the favor.

It’s a life-saving grace. It’s not contradictory!”

"When did you become so smart?" Zhao Bohu stroked Ji Hu's head. The child seemed to enjoy it, shaking his head happily.

Zhao Bohu retracted his hand and patted Ji Duoyou on the shoulder: "Let's go! Let's search back and forth, and we will probably find more!"

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