"Sir, where are you looking?" Guan Shan suddenly pointed at the wall.

Zhou Jian looked around and saw a golden pestle nailed to the wall. At this moment, his eyes suddenly focused. This kind of golden pestle is a magical tool and a weapon of the Western Region. Only

Only they can use it.

"It was the Buddhists who did it!"

"Didn't we clear out all the bald donkeys in the sand dunes? How come there are still fish that slipped through the net?" Guan Shan exclaimed.

Gu Hu and others' expressions changed slightly at this moment, realizing that something was wrong.

"S-Sir, this..."

"us......"

Zhou Jian waved his hand: "I don't blame you, the sand dune land is so big, it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net."

He was not too harsh, but looked closely at the golden pestle on the wall. He seemed to have discovered something. He stretched out his hand to pull it, and saw a violet rag nailed to the golden pestle.

There was a picture in his mind instantly. This should be a certain trumpet. He wanted to nail someone with a pestle, but he was dodged and only broke a corner of his clothes.

He pulled off the rag, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

An indescribable fragrance quickly filled the air. It was not the fragrance of wine, but the fragrance of a woman!

Zhou Jian was paused for a moment. Why did this scent seem so familiar?

The sensitivity of his facial features is inherited from the ability of the special forces in the previous life, especially the fragrance of women. He can almost recognize people by smell!

"What's wrong, sir?" Guan Shan looked at him and asked.

Zhou Jian said nothing and was lost in thought. Suddenly, he remembered something and his heart suddenly thumped!

News after news gradually converged into a thread! This smell was very similar to Wuyang. He had had close contact with Wuyang, and the woman in Wuyang was indeed hunted down to the sand dunes by Dunhuang's order!

"Fuck!"

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?" He couldn't help but say.

Gu Hu was stunned: "Sir, what kind of groove?"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Guan Shan was also confused.

"Quick, follow the footsteps and blood stains, chase!" Zhou Jian came to his senses and shouted quickly, "If Wuyang is there, then the Falun is there!"

It takes no effort at all!

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed out without having time to explain anything.

Everyone was stunned, what's going on, sir, so excited, but they didn't hesitate and quickly followed.

Footprints and bloodstains have always remained, from the inn lobby to the backyard. The collapsed benches and broken lotus lanterns all indicate that someone is being hunted!

Zhou Jian was almost certain that this was Wuyang's trace, and the person who was chasing her was Falun!

Sometimes, there is such a coincidence that things happen by accident.

After this pursuit, Zhou Jian led his men directly to a slum. Outside were sandy pavements, and inside were clusters of tile-roofed houses, as dense as a spider web. They were very dilapidated and almost empty of people. They had all been evacuated.

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"No, sir, the blood is gone now." Guan Shan said.
Chapter completed!