Infinite Sims

Chapter 70

An hour later.

The ground trembled slightly.

In the distance, a group of people dressed in black and riding horses came to the humble tea shed.

The two got off their horses, checked the dozens of corpses in the tea shed, and turned their heads to praise the man in black on the leading horse: "Sir Jian, the time of death of these people is about an hour. Judging from the wounds, they are unified as knives. Like weapons, the murderer is the same person."

"A good hand with a knife, so it should be the helper invited by the sour literati."

Venerable Sword glanced at the corpse beneath his eyes and sneered: "No wonder the four groups of troops sent over have only returned three."

The man in black said again: "Swordsman, what should we do next?"

"Since I have taken over this task, it must be completed, and we cannot lose the prestige of our Blood Killing Pavilion."

Venerable Sword looked up at the sky, his tone was icy cold: "We will go back tomorrow morning, and there are still many tasks waiting for us in the pavilion."

The people in black all bowed their heads and responded, "Follow the orders of your lord!"

in the forest.

A convoy is slowly passing through the official road in the middle.

The horse-riding guards on both sides of the convoy, from time to time, turned their attention to Nie Qingge on the large khaki horse beside the first carriage in front.

The clothes that were full of blood before that hour had been thrown away and replaced with a clean and tidy guard suit, but the bamboo hat was just washed away with water, and it was still worn on the head.

Ruo Fei saw Nie Qingge change his clothes with his own eyes.

They simply couldn't hold back the silent and low-key figure who couldn't hold back a word for a long time, facing the figure that was like a killing god when they first met.

Even Wang Chen occasionally turned his attention to Nie Qingge.

At that time, after confirming that Nie Qingge was the person invited by Lin Zhenwei and the dangerous measures were lifted, he went to the tea shed to investigate carefully.

Then, take something out of those masquerading as foot traffickers.

A rough map.

The route marked on the map was exactly the route their convoy traveled, and a cross was drawn at the location of the tea shed.

From this point of view, the purpose of those people is probably to assassinate the princess.

If it wasn't for Nie Qingge, even if he and the others didn't go to the teahouse to drink tea, they would definitely not have avoided a fierce battle, would have to break down several guards, and possibly disturb the princess.

So it is.

For Nie Qingge who could easily get rid of those people, Wang Chen was even more curious about his true identity.

More than half of those people were killed by one blow. It can be seen that the killer's martial arts are very strong. Even if such people are not in the innate realm, they can never be unknown people.

Because, someone who can create an almost complete victory in the face of dozens of enemies of the same realm alone cannot be achieved by immersing himself in hard training, and his hands must be contaminated with no less than three-digit lives. Few weaklings.

Such a person is bound to have a lot of fame.

Wang Chen shifted his gaze and looked at the knife on Nie Qingge's back.

Judging from the several broken knives found at the scene, as well as the gaps on most of the weapons, this knife has also made a lot of contributions, at least it is a sword of the level of a weapon of magic.

This makes Wang Chen, who is also a knife-wielder, a little envious in his heart, if he also has such a knife
"As a knife, I'm too hard!"

On the other hand, Jiang Ren couldn't help but feel an aversion to Wang Chen, who was patrolling back and forth in the team and looking at him with fiery eyes from time to time.

The sword is known as the commander of a hundred soldiers.

Knives with various methods of use, such as splitting, slashing, slashing, stabbing, pressing, sweeping, and picking, can be used in endless changes, with both offense and defense.

But also because of this, there are few women who use knives.

Thinking that there will be many men in the future, looking at him with such different eyes, Jiang Ren has a feeling that the sword's way is dark.

"roll!"

Seeing Wang Chen looking over again, Jiang Ren couldn't help but imagine a middle finger pointing towards the other side.

Just once or twice, it's still exciting, right?

After a while, Jiang Ren restrained his emotions, seeing that the power of the soul would take some time to recover, so he focused his attention on the second carriage behind him.

The three carriages were in a straight line.

In terms of appearance, the carriages are basically the same, but the decorations and people inside are very different.

Lin Zhenwei was seated in the first car, the princess and two maids were in the second car, and the third car was used to carry goods.

"This little princess looks amazing."

Jiang Ren recalled the picture when the little princess appeared. The already beautiful face and figure, combined with that unique temperament, gave people a feeling that 1 plus 1 is greater than 2.

In the real world and in the world of hunters and demon hunters, he has seen many women, and he has encountered many such beautiful faces, but there are almost no such amazing women.

"Uh...that person is not a woman."

Jiang Ren thought silently, this is not the influence of different worlds, but the modern social environment, it is destined to be difficult for such amazing girls to appear.

Of course, he didn't have any nasty thoughts about a girl.

The reason why she pays attention to the little princess is that, like most decent gentlemen, she has an appreciation for beautiful things in her heart, just like a certain sentence "you can only look at it from a distance and not play with it".

Beautiful things, without touching, are enough to make people feel happy.

"You can practice again!"

Jiang Ren saw that the power of the soul had recovered, and once again devoted himself to the practice of transforming the power of the soul into the power of the weapon.

After the killing of the tea shed, all the blood energy was converted into device energy by him, and he successfully filled most of the blade body.

"The rest should be able to be filled tonight."

"Although these can be used directly to strengthen the blade, but from the ability that was obtained when it was filled up last time, the blade can hold more energy this time. Will filling it up again will get new ones? ability?"

Jiang Ren looked at the slowly increasing power and looked forward to it.

It's approaching evening.

The convoy came to a small mountain village with only a hundred or so households.

When the villagers saw strangers with swords on their waists, they were deeply vigilant.

However, under the subsequent Yinliang offensive, the group was quickly brought into the village, not only vacating a lot of houses, but also bringing out the food that they usually reluctant to bear.

If it wasn't for the guards who chose to cook their own meals in order to prevent food poisoning.

Those villagers are probably still scrambling to cook, hoping to get more silver taels.

Full of wine and food.

After arranging the rotation list for the vigil, most of the team went back to their rooms to rest, and Nie Qingge was no exception.

Although he had just joined the team, he was placed in one of the best houses because of his fierce appearance when he first met.

now.

In the courtyard where the princess is next door, the main hall is still lit.

The princess sat upright on the wooden chair, with a maid on the left and right, even though she was still young, she still had a royal demeanor in her every move.

Near the door, Lin Zhenwei and Wang Chen stood straight.

A quiet smile appeared on the princess' face: "Steward Lin, the person you invited is very interesting."

Hearing this, Lin Zhenwei smiled wryly: "Princess Changping, you should still call the old minister's real name."

"That's not possible, you are my elder."

Princess Changping blinked playfully with a smile in her eyes. After a few jokes, she asked in a serious tone, "Then who is Nie Qingge?"

Wang Chen also looked at Lin Zhenwei at this time, he had been puzzled by this question for a long time.

"Who is it, to be honest, the old minister doesn't know."

Lin Zhenwei shook his head and said, "Twenty years ago, the old minister saw that he was pitiful and gave him a bowl of rice. I have never seen him again since then."

"Until four years ago, he suddenly appeared in front of the old minister and promised that he could find him in any matter, whether it was murder or what, and then gave the old minister a contact location and method, and then left."

He is a very gambling man, but few people know it.

Moreover, he had written letters with roughly the same content to four people. Only Nie Qingge could arrive at the appointed time. The reason why the other three didn't come was either because of fear or died on the road.

So, I have no choice.

(End of this chapter)