"Mingfu! Someone is coming from Hukou County."

Ouyang Rong stamped his feet and looked sideways slightly...

After burning the incense, Ouyang Rong met the clever boy sent by Wang Caozhi in a side hall, drank tea and listened.

He asked with a slight frown:

"You mean, so far, Cao Zhi and fellow Daoist Lu haven't found any trace of the thin-faced man? At the same time, the surveillance people haven't seen any unusual movements on Duan Quanwu's side, and they are all guarding the water side to suppress the bandits?"

"Yes, sir."

The messenger respectfully reports:

"Shopkeeper Wang asked me to ask you if I want everyone to come back first. I've been searching all over Hukou County for several days, but to no avail.

"The thin man did not enter the city and did not have any customs clearance records. He got off the boat one stop early that day. He got off the boat at the outskirts of Hukou County and probably did not enter the city later.

"He was not seen in the camp where General Duan and three hundred soldiers were stationed, because the logistics supply in the camp was in accordance with the Hukou County government's practice. In accordance with your instructions, County Magistrate Meng assisted Shopkeeper Wang and sent people to investigate, and indeed he was not seen.

This thin man's figure has gone somewhere unknown...

"Shopkeeper Wang means that we should keep some manpower behind and continue searching in Hukou County, but most of the manpower should be returned first so that we don't have to waste it there."

Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful, walked around in the lobby for a moment, turned around and made a decision:

"Let him wait for another two days and then search patiently. Before the celebration ceremony on the 15th, no matter whether there are any clues or not, all of them will return to Xunyang."

"As ordered, my lord."

"Okay, please step back first."

The messenger bowed and retreated.

Looking at the empty side hall, Ouyang Rong's eyebrows gradually narrowed...

Zhao Qingxiu slept deeply this time and had no dreams.

Due to the hardships she endured at a young age, she has a constitution that lacks Qi and blood and has light sleep and many dreams. She sleeps very lightly.

Zhao Qingxiu woke up hazy.

She felt like she was about to wake up and regain some consciousness.

Chiguo's delicate body even turned over under the wrinkled bed quilt.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, as she was accustomed to coveting the bed before waking up, Zhao Qingxiu fell into a dream.

She looked around.

It's that dream again.

There was an abyss in the dream, and there was a dragon in the abyss, and the dragon was eating people.

There is a Yue girl who kills a dragon.

There were also Yue girls who died in battle and fell into the abyss.

In the abyss, dragons arise and die.

Zhao Qingxiu was at the back of the crowd.

She...has eyes.

She can see.

Zhao Qingxiu saw figures of tall women, either familiar or unfamiliar, standing in front of her, like walls, surrounding her.

Zhao Qingxiu felt that she was in an observer's perspective that was detached from the present, and was incompatible with their busy lives.

These women seemed to be talking to each other and calling some names, which should belong to some of them.

Among these names, some were unfamiliar to Zhao Qingxiu, and some were familiar to her.

There is "Candle in the Snow" and there is also "Fish Nian Yuan".

It seems that they are all titles of female emperors hanging on the tablets in the ancestral hall of the female emperor's hall.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down.

The abyss is full of evil dragons, dead and alive again, and alive and dead again.

There will be endless lives and endless killings.

However, Yue women continued to die in battle, and the number was gradually reduced.

Some dragons were not killed by the swords of these tall women, but seemed to be aging and dying. In just a few breaths, they experienced birth, old age, illness and death. Their vitality seemed to be extracted from their bodies, and their blood color was lost and turned into color.

A pale but ferocious dragon corpse.

And the streaks of blood-red light that were pulled away, like red dragons, rushed towards the top of everyone's heads at the speed of lightning.

Zhao Qingxiu looked up.

A small bronze sword hangs upside down.

Suspended above the heads of all living creatures in the abyss.

It is full of blood, and the blood is so thick that it will not drip.

All the dragon-like blood-colored light clusters rushed toward the small bronze sword, like a spider entrenched in the center of a spider web.

In the abyss below, there are thousands of evil dragons that are so terrifying that Zhao Qingxiu cannot describe them, and they all seem to be their food.

But the abyss beneath our feet is unfathomable, so how can we finish eating it?

The evil dragon emerged faster and faster, becoming more ferocious and terrifying.

Just then.

"More virgins!"

Zhao Qingxiu heard someone's scream suddenly coming from behind her.

She saw all the tall women in front of them turning back and looking at her.

They have no faces, their faces are pitch black, and only pairs of sharp, gentle, or compassionate eyes can be seen.

However, at this moment, all these eyes fell behind Zhao Qingxiu.

She looked back blankly.

A giant blood-red evil dragon with an indescribably terrifying face that Zhao Qingxiu could not describe, was entrenched behind her like a dragon, opening its bloody mouth and about to eat it.

Zhao Qingxiu had difficulty controlling her legs and took a step back.

"Don't be afraid."

Suddenly, a familiar and gentle male voice spoke in her ear.

"I'm here," he said.

Zhao Qingxiu trembled all over and turned her head to look.

It's Tanlang.

But at this moment, Tanlang was covered in a strange purple mist and couldn't see his face clearly. He stood side by side with his hands behind his back.

Yes, she hadn't seen his appearance for a long time, not even in this weird dream.

However, when Zhao Qingxiu heard his voice, she could intuitively feel that he was laughing.

His words are very familiar:

"Instead of being afraid of it, embroiderer, it's better to accept it generously... Next time you dream about it, be bold and take a good look at it, but keep in mind that it is just a dream and it can't really eat you... Oh, I can't say you picked it up

Pick up a rock and throw it in to see which unlucky dragon's little head is hit..."

Zhao Qingxiu paused.

It feels like the whole world has stopped.

Tanlang's purple mist shadow suddenly condensed into a purple stone and landed in her palm.

Zhao Qingxiu was silent for a moment, then she straightened up. Under the looks of many tall women around her, she threw the stones with all her strength without any hesitation.

The purple mist stone hit the evil dragon.

Like a drop of water falling on a flat lake, concentric waves spread in all directions.

Like a glass bottle punctured by a fine needle.

The evil dragon shattered and fell apart.

The blood-colored light mass condensed by the corpse split into two parts, like two swimming dragons, one ascending to the sky and the other descending to the ground, with opposite trajectories.

The "bloody dragon" in the sky rushes straight towards the small bronze sword.

The "bloody dragon" that entered the ground dived back into the abyss below.

It's like being divided equally between the two.

The scene seems to be settling down.

However, the next moment, a scene appeared that made everyone in the audience look at him.
To be continued...