The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Shao Ziqian took the map and set off at dawn, all the way through the mountains and forests, and finally stopped at a cliff, in a part of a mountain range, suddenly it seemed like a knife fell from the sky to perfectly separate the two sides.

Looking at the grasslands in the past, Shao Ziqian took out an iron glove from his arms and turned over to lean against the mountain wall. With one hand and a hole in his calm face, he kept repeating this movement until he heard the sound of water.

Turning around, a hole suddenly appeared at the lower left, and the familiar blue color can be seen on the edge, which is black ice. There is still a wisp of cold air coming out.

Shao Ziqian watched for a while, let go of his hand and let himself fall directly from the mountain wall, changed his movements when he was close to the ground, and walked out of the pit he stepped on with a sound of "Peng...", and the underground river flowing out have been brought together to form a pool.

There are still traces of manual excavation, but the tools are still left here but no one can be seen here, and what attracts attention is the gunpowder smoke coming from a distance.

It was the smell of gunpowder. Shao Ziqian frowned with an ominous premonition in his heart. Someone took the opportunity to sell gunpowder in this meeting, but because of the Treasure Hunting Conference, he didn’t have time to deal with it. Later, because Ling Xuan disappeared, he forgot about it. "So you bought it here?"

Then, Ling Xuan, Shao Ziqian had a vague premonition in his heart, and used his lightness kung fu to go to the smoking tribe ahead.

Some people here are picking up the items left in the fire, and some are picking up the corpses, and many of them are horse corpses. Shao Ziqian frowned and looked around. The people around him were insensitive to his arrival and still repeated their hands Actions.

No, not all of them. There were some people who showed obvious fear after seeing themselves. Shao Ziqian stepped forward and approached them. These people were tied to a post like animals, and Shao Ziqian approached these people.

"Don't come here!" "Devil!" "Why, why haven't you died yet!!"

Shao Ziqian's movements immediately realized who the other party was talking about. Before Ling Xuan left, he was wearing clothes made by the leader's mansion under the leader's uniform, so it was the same fabric and style as himself. Shao Ziqian looked at the scorched land around him. It was a mess to think about the meaning of these people's words.

Bocheng is located at the junction, so Shao Ziqian is very familiar with this place, and he can also speak Nazamu language. Shao Ziqian suddenly pulled up a man's collar and asked, "When did this happen?"

Fear appeared in the other party's numb eyes, "Night, night, everything will be ruined."

With a headache, Shao Ziqian dropped the woman in his hands who obviously looked wrong, and turned to look at a man riding a horse, "What's going on here?"

"You are from Bocheng?" The other party said, "Someone here used gunpowder yesterday, not only blowing up the tribe, but also blowing up the war and himself. The people guarding the gunpowder went crazy and ignited the gunpowder."

Shao Ziqian clenched his hands, "Who are still alive tonight?"

The other party nodded at the person tied to the pillar with his chin, with disgust in his eyes, "That's all."

Shao Ziqian watched the crazy group of people approaching, grabbed one eye and looked at each other, "What happened last night?!"