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Longying never stopped looking for Longxin.

But after six years of separation, he knew in his heart that the hope of Long Xin still alive was very slim.

He had looked forward to it before, if one day the brothers and sisters reunited, what should he say to Long Xin when they met?Has she grown up?

Hearing the good news today, after Long Ying was shocked, she felt inexplicable and didn't feel happy.

Jiang Baizhou noticed his unnaturalness, patted the back of his hand to comfort him, and asked for him, "Where is the man?"

The guard replied: "I don't know, but the postman is waiting. Zuo Shi, do you want to go back to the camp first and ask in person?"

Jiang Baizhou looked at Longying, and said very caringly: "Shall I go with you?"

Long Ying nodded subconsciously, and then thought that it was almost dawn, and Jiang Baizhou was already very tired all night, and he did not want Jiang Baizhou to be involved in the turmoil in the Wuying camp out of selfishness, so he declined: "I will go by myself , Brother, rest well and wait for me to come back."

Seeing Long Ying walking anxiously and leaving in a hurry, Jiang Baizhou sighed slightly in his heart, it turned out that blood is thicker than water.

He didn't think about it any more, and turned back to the courtyard.

On the other side, Long Ying rushed back to Huiwu camp with the guards, the old coachman had been waiting in his tent for a long time, when he saw him coming back, he first bowed his hands and called "Master Zuo Shi".

Long Ying didn't greet him politely, and asked straight to the point: "Where is Sister She now?"

"..."

The old coachman stood up straight, but his hands trembled for some reason. He seemed afraid to look directly at Longying, and kept his head down, staring at the ground, hesitatingly saying, "It's, it's in the hands of the traffickers."

Long Ying thought that he was afraid of the strict atmosphere of the military camp, and it was like this last time: "Speak slowly, don't panic."

The old coachman trembled even more, and started to fight between his upper and lower teeth, stumbling and saying: "Today, this evening, on the way home, I ran into a trafficker who was reprimanding a young girl, threatened to sell her, and said... Said to sell it to Shangcheng District, not to sell the brothel, the brothel is worthless..."

Long Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and her heart tightened.

The old driver's speech was messy, but he could hear clearly.Over the years, in order to track down the clues of Long Xin's disappearance, he searched all the lairs of human traffickers in the upper and lower urban areas. He knew very well the dirty deeds that those people did behind the scenes.

They arrest innocent girls and treat them as goods. After the goods are in hand, they are divided into grades and grades. , they resell it to the upper city, and they can get a good price.

"Shangcheng District" is a vague reference, and Long Ying did not find out who the buyer was.

Those traffickers themselves don't know, they are overjoyed when they receive the money, who cares who the former owner of the money is?

Long Ying has nowhere to track down, but has heard some rumors.

It is said that the nobles on the high pavilion had had enough of their happiness and were tired of debauchery and beauties, so they figured out a novel hobby: they played with half-armored people behind their backs.

Making half-armored men in the early days was the unique secret skill of Feiguang Temple Jishumen, but a technology has been developed for hundreds of years, and it will naturally spread to the people and be learned by outsiders.

There is more than one person in the black market who accepts the business of body modification. Their techniques are far less sophisticated than Jishumen, but Jishumen makes half-armored soldiers who will go to the battlefield.What they made was a plaything, and the mechanical limbs were only for decoration, and there was no need to improve combat capabilities.

These "playthings" usually have beautiful metal prosthetic legs or arms, inlaid with pearls and gems, which sparkle when they move.

Their limbs were dismantled and reassembled, their mental will was distorted, and their expressions were often in a trance, not like a living person, but like a beautiful mechanical doll.

People who are obsessed with "dolls" buy girls suitable for transformation from human traffickers, and then enter the black market, and then they can customize a unique "doll" according to their own aesthetics.

When Long Ying heard these disgusting rumors for the first time, she stayed up all night.

He only fell into the hands of such a person, and then thought, Dragon Heart is thin and dry, not in good health, and not beautiful, she is obviously not suitable for "transformation", so it shouldn't be like this...

Unexpectedly, what the old coachman said hit the fear in his heart.

Longying's teeth clenched, and she said calmly, "Where is that trafficker? You take me there."

The old coachman was startled when he heard the words. For some reason, he seemed a little timid. He lowered his head and said: "He was in the city earlier, and the old man heard him say that tonight is the last night. At dawn, the hostages will be handed over to 'upstream'. They agreed Joint in the red pine forest in the outskirts."

Red pine forest?That place is not close to the city.

Wouldn't it be troublesome to go there for a joint meeting and go back and forth for several hours?

Long Ying glanced at the old coachman, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure the hostage is my own sister, and you didn't admit your mistake?"

The old coachman's shoulders trembled like chaff, and cold sweat poured down: "No, I'm not mistaken, that girl is exactly like the one in the portrait!"

"..."

That was Long Xin's portrait six years ago, can it be exactly the same now?

Long Ying felt something different.

He has been immersed in the sea of ​​blood in the inner sect for four years, what kind of tricks has he never seen?After thinking about it for a while, I understood that the old coachman suddenly came to Huiwu Camp when he was not around, and it was obvious what happened to him, most likely it was Xie Yan who was causing trouble.

But he didn't point it out, and followed the old driver: "Okay, you lead the way, let's stop that trafficker."

Seeing the old coachman heaving a sigh of relief, Long Ying became more certain in her heart and couldn't help sneering.

One of them drove, the other rode a horse, and they arrived at the red pine forest before dawn.

The red pine forest is located in the northern outskirts of Buixing Town. The forest is deep and densely branched, and there is still a road to go on the periphery. Going deeper, cars and horses cannot move forward.

They tied their horses to tree trunks and entered on foot.

The forest was as silent as death, and for some reason all the birds had disappeared.

The two of them were stepping on dead branches, and every time the branches shattered, the old coachman would tremble like a frightened bird.

Long Ying followed him without saying a word, with her right hand resting on the saber at her waist.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Long Ying gradually lost her patience and thought, this old man really wanted to trick him and lure him to the wilderness, could it be that Xie Yan had an ambush here?

He glanced around calmly, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, the old coachman sniffed sharply, the sound was extremely ear-piercing in the silent woods, Longying's wrist tightened, and the sword came out of its sheath an inch.

The old coachman didn't turn his head back, he staggered slightly, and suddenly spoke, but he didn't call Zuoshi, but called him instead: "Mr. Long."

Long Ying stared at him without saying a word.

The old coachman said: "I'm really sorry, you don't want to go any further."

Long Ying said: "What? Did we go the wrong way?"

The old coachman sighed. At this time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He didn't panic anymore, and confessed to Long Ying: "I'm the old man who deceived you on purpose. I'm sorry. But I didn't do it on purpose. I ran into a trafficker. It’s true, it’s true that I want to save an innocent girl, it’s true that I want to report to you for help, but I’m old and dull, once I entered the military camp, I was used by the wicked, Commander Xie asked me to make up lies to deceive you and lure you here. "

"..."

"He set up an ambush in the red pine forest, and he wanted to plant you. He asked me to pretend to be Huo Ye, pretending to have an affair with you, and then he used the crime of collaborating with the enemy to kill you. Actually, I didn't find Lingmei at all. , but if I don't obey his arrangement, he will kill my family... My daughter has only endured the pain of losing her husband, and my little grandson is only two years old. I'm terrified, Mr. Long..."

Long Ying was surprised by his frankness: "Then why did you tell me the truth?"

The old coachman wiped off his sweat, and there were still tears in his eyes: "Because I... I have never done anything wrong in my life. If I kill you, I will have no face to be a human again."

"you--"

Long Ying was about to say something more, but the old coachman interrupted him, and said anxiously: "You hurry up and leave, young master! There is still time to go now, and it will be too late to go any further!"

"..."

Long Ying was silent.

This old man is not easy to walk, he will bend down after standing upright for a while, as if he has been tired by a lot of money, he always lowers his eyebrows and smiles to greet people, he is a small person who cannot be smaller.Long Ying didn't know where he got the courage to let her go. The lives of his family were lost?

"If I leave, you won't survive?" Longying's sword sheathed again, he passed the old coachman, strode forward, waved his hands and said, "Go back, stay away from the place of right and wrong, I am alone Go to thank the Commander for the appointment."

"..."

The old coachman seemed to have listened, and Long Ying walked out for a while, and the footsteps behind her disappeared.

He didn't look back, and went into the depths of the pine forest alone.

As the old coachman said, there was indeed an ambush ahead.

And it was heavily ambushed. Long Ying stood still with both feet. At a glance, there were cavalry and archers. Looking around, there were at least two to three hundred people.

Seeing him coming, Xie Yan stepped out from behind the tree surrounded by his subordinates, and laughed at Long Ying: "Long Zuoshi, that little old man really attracted you! You don't even bring a guard with you!" , so arrogant, he deserves to die today!"

A ray of light leaked through the gaps in the branches and shone on Longying's face, and it was dawn.

His face remained unchanged, and he said contemptuously: "Commander Xie just wanted to kill me alone, is it necessary to mobilize so many people? It's really ridiculous."

Xie Yan got angry when he heard this, waved his hand, and saw another group of soldiers coming out from behind him.

This group of people is different from cavalry and archers, they all wear heavy armor and carry artillery on their shoulders. Although there are only 20 people, they are Xie Yan's real trump card: half armor artillery.

This kind of artillery is specially made for the machine pivot door, and ordinary people cannot use it. Only half-armored men with strong patience and strength can withstand the violent recoil when the artillery is fired.

Long Ying was slightly taken aback, no wonder the Palace Master suspected that Xie Yan was about to rebel.

He was indeed a little presumptuous.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the forces in the lower city.

Xie Yan made no secret of his presumptuousness, Long Ying was already a dead person in his eyes.

"Emissary Long Zuo, I respect you for being a hero from the inner sect, so you can use these cannons, bows and arrows. No one else can ask for such a blessing." He raised his hand, as if he was about to issue an order, "Look, just When I give an order, the muzzle is aimed at your head, I can't imagine, how will you live?"

"—Do it! There is no need to leave the whole body!"