I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 26
After losing too much blood, the man fell to the ground, the smell of blood became more intense, and the man's eyes widened, as if to search for Zhan Feiyu's figure in the dark.

Walking out from behind the hiding tree, Zhan Feiyu looked at the man who was struggling on the ground, and threw the burning branch in his hand.

"Zhan Feiyu!" The man let out a hoarse laugh, moved his body a few times, and his vicious eyes seemed to cut Zhan Feiyu into a thousand pieces.

Under the firelight, Zhan Feiyu, who was standing not far away, had a chubby face, picked up a burning dry branch, and threw it on the man again.

I don't know how long I had been wearing the coarse cloth on fire, and the fire spread. The man who fell to the ground twitched in pain. The big one stared at Zhan Feiyu with dead eyes.

Zhan Feiyu clenched the "dagger" in his hand, and his dark eyes were quiet like a seven-year-old girl.

"You want to know... who... sent me here..." The man's voice was indistinct, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was creepy and morbid. Even on the verge of death, he was still tempting the fleeing prey.

"I don't want to." Zhan Feiyu didn't let his guard down with the neat words, until the man was completely surrounded by flames, and Zhan Feiyu fell to the ground.

Kill yourself?Looking at the blood-stained "dagger" in his hand by the firelight, Zhan Feiyu loosened his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

But at this moment, the man who was about to be burned suddenly rushed over, with burning flames all over his body, and his open arms slammed towards Zhan Feiyu.

Depend on!Zhan Feiyu, who was sitting on the ground, fell to the ground in fright before he got up.

Maybe it was the obsession before death, the carotid artery was cut and burned, but the man didn't let go of his last breath, and he had to pull his back when he was dying.

"Fat girl, dodge!" At the moment of danger, a clear male voice sounded, and almost at the same time, the fireman who rushed over was kicked out.

Chongguang rubbed his chin with one hand, and looked up and down Zhan Feiyu with curious eyes, "Yo, the fat girl is very brave."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, you can laugh at them!" Zhan Feiyu grinned, looking like a bear child who was not afraid of the sky, but after glancing at the charred corpse, Zhan Feiyu took two steps back calmly, grilling the meat. It's delicious, but the smell of roasting human meat is indescribable...

"Seventh Master, is this the fat girl's weapon?" Chongguang picked up the blood-stained "dagger" on the ground and raised it.

The iron pieces were very sharp, and if it weren't for the blood stains on them, it would be hard to believe that Yumian Langjun, who had been chasing him for more than half a year, was so useless.

Anyone else?Zhan Feiyu turned his head abruptly, across the small road across the ditch, Yin Wuyan sat on the back of a horse and looked at Zhan Feiyu like this, his eyes were indifferent and bottomless.

Zhan Feiyu swallowed his saliva, inexplicably guilty, "Big brother?"

Turning over and dismounting, Yin Wuyan tapped his toes on the ground, and the black figure jumped across the ditch in an instant. Under the shadow of the firelight, his angular face looked particularly handsome, but his eyes were too cold and bloodthirsty, and the people who watched it felt hairy.

"Fat girl, how did you kill him?" Chongguang's gaze shifted from the scorched corpse to Zhan Feiyu, who had stretched his body. It's not easy to kill ordinary people with this poorly made dagger, let alone A master like Yumian Langjun.

If there was only Chongguang alone, Zhan Feiyu would be able to make up seven or eight theories without hesitation.

But sneaking a glance at Yin Wuyan, who was exuding coldness all over his body, Zhan Feiyu cowardly pointed his opponent's finger, and the fate of the open mouth is estimated to be uglier than this charred corpse.

"Autopsy!" The hoarse tone of the voice-changing period sounded, Yin Wuyan swept his eyes, Chongguang shoved the "dagger" into Zhan Feiyu's hand, and swiftly rushed to Jiao's corpse and squatted down to start the autopsy.

The fire on the corpse has been extinguished, the clothes are almost burned, and the hair and face are also burnt. Chongguang put on the cicada wing gloves to examine the corpse, "Seventh Master, the neck was cut open by a sharp tool, the wound is flat, and the depth is not long enough for a grain of rice. Died from blood loss."

"Fat girl, your strength is too small and your strokes are too shallow, or you will die with one slash." Chongguang turned his head to preach to Zhan Feiyu. If he hadn't come in time, Yumian Langjun would have hugged him. Fat girl burned to death together.

Uh... Zhan Feiyu looked at the "weapon" in his hand, could it be that he could say that his first murder was immature.

Chongguang was amused by Zhan Feiyu's tangled appearance, and then peeled off the clothes on the charred corpse, "There is a cloud-shaped birthmark on the left shoulder, and a red mole in the middle of the birthmark, sir, this is Jade-faced Lang Junhou fly."

Yin Wuyan took a closer look, then turned to look at Zhan Feiyu, who was standing beside him in frustration. The little girl was in a mess, with withered grass on her messy hair, and dirt on Bai Dudu's face. Only the obsidian The big eyes are still radiant, cunning and smart.

"Speak." As soon as Yin Wuyan opened his mouth, Zhan Feiyu was shocked, raised his head, grinned, and looked silly and cute.

What to say?Zhan Feiyu's smiling cheek was a little stiff. Although he was rescued, including the Crazy Horse on South Street, Zhan Feiyu was as sharp as a small beast. If he dared to lie...

"The dagger was sharpened by the third uncle for me to use for self-defense." Zhan Feiyu first explained the origin of the "weapon". The little girls in the village often go up the mountain, and it is normal to take a dagger for self-defense.

Yin Wuyan looked at Zhan Feiyu like that without changing his expression.

"I hid in a tree just now, and then jumped down and cut his neck." Zhan Feiyu confessed again, widening his innocent eyes to increase his persuasion, "My mother always faces her neck when she kills chickens. The third uncle occasionally takes me up the mountain to hunt, and the weak spot is in the neck."

Even a ferocious wild boar, the neck is the weakest place, one hit will kill you!
(End of this chapter)