It is still sad when entering the house.

The Prime Minister came to see the "marshal" as if nostalgic, but his face was stained with ice and snow, and it was as white as clean as paper.

He hurriedly looked at the Marshal and was so cold that he couldn't stand it. He was taken to the living room where the brazier was placed and served warm tea, but the guests were not in a mood to taste the tea.

Situ Jing was completely depressed, like a decayed water and a rotten wood, and was very far away from the Prime Minister in Baili Yun’s impression.

In Baili Yun's impression, the Prime Minister has always been a powerful and solemn and energetic first-rank official. At this moment, he is like an ordinary old man who has lost his energy. He does not see the cleverness of his past, and he is at ease in and out.

"Sir, I'm here to visit today, not just to see the marshal's injuries?"

Situ Cheng sighed in a daze, and deliberately or unintentionally picked up the teacup but had no intention of drinking it. "I have worked with the marshal for many years, but he was seriously injured and I naturally missed him."

In fact, I am more concerned about the simple and careless Your Majesty in the palace.

The Prime Minister has worked hard all his life, and he has never been free for a long time until he is young. He used to be strong and didn't feel it, but now he has to worry. If it is really the day when he enters the coffin, will the young emperor grow up to be a little sophisticated? Will there be any good ministers in the court who can entrust the important tasks...

It's just about to go...

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The last letter related to the marshal received in Canghai Pavilion was Shu Ling informing Marshal Bailiyun about the assassination.

There has been no news since then.

Two months later, and finally a letter from Lizhou was sent by Baili Yun from Yuanjing.

At this point, Lianyin finally understood two things - Jun Han was seriously injured and still couldn't wake up; Yi Chen followed him on orders to the Western Regions, Li Ying followed him, and Li Yuehou chased him, and his whereabouts were unknown.

It was already the end of mid-winter, the river water had condensed, and Dongyu also raised a rare heavy snowfall.

The northern style is cold outside, Lianyin stretches out her hand to the window, and the wind passes through the fingers and frosts.

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When I picked up the fifteenth piece of blood cloth, I could finally see a large piece of building hidden deep in the grass forest. Only the sharp ones were exposed.

Yi Chen chased and looked at the towering double-eaved hip-top under the moonlight, and suddenly a chilled hair on his back.

The pavilions and pavilions between the plants and trees are simple and elegant. They look horizontally and vertically, and they look like the Central Plains that are not suitable for the land, but they are poked in the sandy sea of ​​the Western Regions. Even if the surrounding trees are shaded and the springs are tinkling, they cannot cover the abruptness in this area.

The four words "Mirage" suddenly popped on Yi Chen Zhui's mind like a shocking string. The four kong sounds were smashed, but the overtones were silently removed in the blink of an eye, and even the afterglow was gone.

The building in front of them is not a mirage, but a real building that is standing in front of them. Not only does it look like a real phantom, but even the evil spirit inside and the evil spirit inside are almost illusory with smoke and shadows. It is like a fog and a curtain, covering a series of buildings, not like a dream, but like a demon cave.

When the grass came out, the forest and the garden suddenly saw a bright boundary. There was no fence deliberately blocking it, but both inside and outside obeyed some invisible "contract". The garden was full of red flowers, and the grass outside the garden was messy with wood. The two completely opposite situations were perfectly achieved that the well water did not interfere with the river.

Fortunately, these four people have seen too many strange winds and waves along the way, so when they see this clearly distinct strange scene again, they have long lost their shocked mentality. They all have depressed their calmness in their faces and their faces are consistent.

Before taking a step, Yi Chen squatted down and picked a small flower as bright as blood. He stroked it close to him, but could not identify the category.

This flower is transparent from stem to petal red, and has no stamens and petals that appear. It looks like a crystal carved by blood, but it is no different from a real flower. Yi Chen looked at it horizontally and vertically and came to one conclusion-this thing is definitely not a mortal flower.

The small blood flower swayed gently in Yi Chen's hand. First, the flower fell, and then the wind passed by. The wind blew from behind the five people, soft and clear, and was so clean that it was strangely clean. The blood flower in the garden fell in the wind, pushing through a wave of ripples like a sea of ​​blood.

The misty fog in the garden dissipates with ripples, and cross wooden stakes that were nailed vertically behind the fog curtain were displayed like a curtain. People hanging from the stakes were hung.

When everyone watched it, their hearts trembled, but they quickly calmed down again.

The blood flowers at the bottom of the wooden stake are stained with blood and are slightly darker in color. At first glance, there is an illusion that the flowers all over the garden are stained with blood from the wooden stake.

The wooden stakes continued to scatter the fog, and fifteen scattered and stood up, but there was only one in the middle that had no corpse owner.

The people on the stake were all killed by the iron cone and nailed the heart, and their wrists were also penetrated by the cold cone, and their bodies were covered with blood. They hung high on the stake, like a soul-suming banner with no wind on their faces.

"Those ones……"

Yi Chenzhu has never seen such a bloody scene since he was a child. His eyes were stained with blood. A red and colorful hole penetrated into his mind, making Yi Chenzhu's brain stir into a pot of paste, and even a faint rolling sound in his stomach.

"Those are all from the Ghost Cult." The ghost soldier's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyebrows, which ignored life and death, finally hung a few silences to mourn comrades. He stared at the fourteen cross-shaped wooden stakes hanging with banners, clenched his fists with his right hand and closed his eyes for a moment of mourning.

When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the cold iron-cold appearance and solemnly chased Yi Chen: "The road ahead is dangerous and unpredictable, and life and death are hard to tell, but it is also our only direction at the moment. Are you ready?"

Yi Chen chased the paste in his head and finally got a little clear-headed by this shocked Zhong Yan. Then he breathed a little, suppressed the rolling in his stomach, nodded, "Let's go here for life and death."

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The yellow sand is boundless. At first glance, this sea of ​​sand seems to have a long-lasting yellow and everlasting yellow, but in fact it is a water-like poplar flower thing. It can change its face any time the gust of wind is gust.

Shu Ling temporarily transferred the Iron Army Detachment guarding the border, and asked Baili Yun for half of the personnel from the permanent chief pavilion of Canghai Pavilion. The black horses were almost sprinkled with the marginal desert, and they did not dig half of the corner of Yi Chen chasing.

The Iron Detachment belongs to the Tielin Army, which is mainly used to guard the border city. It is similar to the Iron Army led by the real marshal, but is different from the Iron Army, from its performance to combat power. The biggest difference is that the Iron Detachment is a pure human army, which is very racially different from the Iron Detachment who blocked the Buddha/Buddha.

However, the weapon configuration is indeed based on the standards of the Tielin Army. Even the knight's horses are serious fishy-eyed demon horses - war horses bred by the Tielin Army, with a lifespan of up to a hundred years and can surpass the 18 streets of powerful horses of the nomadic peoples.

The general, the search ahead has been completed, but the young master has not yet found traces - the report in the past few days is full of this sentence. The wheel has rolled no less than 180 times, and even the punctuation pauses did not change. Shu Ling saw the horse running towards him from a distance, and subconsciously read the unchanging words of the routine in his heart.

"General, the search has been completed in front of him, but no trace of the young master has been found." When he arrived, this was indeed the sentence.

Shu Ling made a preparation in advance, so after listening quietly, his heart was a little cold again, but he got used to it, so he waved his hand to signal him to continue working.

Then he turned his head and asked the light armored knight beside him, "Is Luo Xingyi still in chaos?"

The knight who was holding "Luo Xingyi" in his hand was wearing light armor from the ghost camp. He answered after hearing the question: "This sand sea spiritual breath is chaotic. Luo Xingyi has not yet confirmed the spiritual power star genus, but it is not completely discovered."

When Shu Ling heard the word "discovery", he was shocked and looked over like a clockwork.

Luo Xingyi looks like a compass, but it has several layers of disks stacked around it. Each layer is engraved with a circle of tortuous and complex curse patterns. There are small beads with spirits rolling in the shallow grooves between the disks. A "stabilizing pestle" is hanging on the flattest plate. This object symbolizes the back earth of all spirits on the plate, while the top plate only depicts four patterns, indicating the properties of the four directions.

Shu Ling looked at the group of cheerful little beads running around, like a group of blind pigs that collided east and west. However, after careful consideration, you can find that their range of movement is gradually shrinking, and they gradually move into the "earth and gold" realm.

Seeing that these blind little beads were about to set a goal, they suddenly became furious again, and they were stunned, and they ran away in a "swish" and ran into a group, breaking out of their own small range without any taboos, running all over the world.

"..." Shu Ling was almost blinded by their undecided strange running towards her. After finally calming down, her blood rushes into her heart.

"These beads dissipate every moment, and then circle the same range within a quarter of an hour." said the ghost.

Shu Ling returned to his strength, nodded slightly, and signaled him to continue.

"We were exploring the way before, and that's the case."

Shu Ling followed the leader of the ghost soldiers, and the remaining fourteen led the Canghai Pavilion people to expand the search scope.

These fifteen people are Shu Ling’s biggest gain in the past few days.

They formed a team to open the way on the first night of reaching Shayuan. During this period, they were inexplicably attacked in this unknown sand domain. After escaping from the shell and leaving heavy armor, they were able to escape successfully. After spending a day determining the direction in the sea of ​​sand, they rushed back to report the situation.

At that time, Shu Ling happened to confirm the disappearance of Yi Chenzhu.

The strangeness came too suddenly and had no signs. After a night, the only valuable discovery was that the five purple-headed swallows brought out by the Ghost Character Camp were missing, and the less-lost purple-headed swallow should have been the one that reported the message to them and directly led Yi Chen to chase them into the danger.

From this, it is also confirmed that there is indeed a ghost thing hidden in this sand domain with ulterior motives.

"What else?"
Chapter completed!