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Chapter 9 Ambushes (read more!)
"Currently, the case of blood-clothed soul-hunting has not been solved."

"It really threatens the safety of the people of Sanqing City."

"The Mysterious Detective program team hopes that if you viewers have relevant clues, please contact the program team, and we will give you a lot of rewards!"

"If there are viewers who are willing to help, we are also willing to have a dialogue with you on the premise of protecting personal privacy."

"Please believe that the country will always be your most solid backing!"

In the evening, the Detective column group suddenly released a short video on the social platform. It was no longer just about the blood-clothed soul-hunting case, but a video in which the host asked for help in the name of the column group.

Yan Jing sat in front of the computer, looking at a series of numbers pushed out from the center of the screen.

There is no doubt that the content of this video has been carefully crafted.

Without exception, the words the host said had two meanings.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they use a private channel to seek help from all walks of life, hoping to provide clues and help to solve the bloody clothes murder case. As for the last sentence, they are completely comforting the worried people after watching the program.

But if it were the ember apostles, it would be obvious at a glance that this was the government inviting special people like them to participate in the investigation and making corresponding promises. The meaning of the last sentence became to make them believe in the country. Will not be treated badly.

To some extent, this also revealed that Sanqing City was helpless with this case.

'When we arrive in Shanqing City, maybe we can go and have a look, but we have to solve the immediate matter first. '

Glancing at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, it was only a few minutes before midnight.

Yan Jing turned on the music player, got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

The melodious pure music gradually calmed Yan Jing's agitated mood. He clenched his hands into fists, felt the power in them, and then slowly released them.

The tense mood gradually turns into a strange sense of excitement as the music and countdown beat.

Negativity dissipates.

Yan Jing's spine and the back of his head felt numbness like an electric current.

Such a strange feeling as if some instinct in the flesh and blood is being revived.

Yan Jing suddenly recalled the scene of seeing Zheng Sanshan returning to Hong Kong by boat for the first time that year, and recommending himself to be a crew member.

Zheng Sanshan asked him why he wanted to go to sea.

Yan Jing's answer was simple.

He likes the wild wind and waves at sea!

Misty dense forest.

The swordsman in heavy clothes lay prone in the middle of the mountain road, his arms propped up his body, and his ears were close to the ground.

The fine smoke and dust fluctuated up and down, and the sound of drums echoed underground. After a short silence, the swordsman suddenly stood up and shouted,
"The sound of the horse's hooves is very close, at most half a stick of incense, everyone prepares separately."

After the words fell, the swordsman ran straight to a nearby tree, jumped up and climbed onto the trunk, and hid in the dense canopy with two or three moves.

No one answered his words in the forest, only the mountain wind blew past.

The branches and leaves rustled, and the mist seemed to be affected, twisting and turning into a large paragraph of text.

Time: Jun'e 11th year, autumn

Location: Dajing faces the southwest border.

The head of the last loyal minister was thrown by the roadside, and there was no obstacle to the collapse of the dynasty.

The country is about to perish, and there must be evildoers!
The evil spirits occupy the court, trample on rules and regulations in order to seek longevity, and regard the people of the world as porcupine dogs.

The monsters in the darkness have a lot of desires, so they used tens of thousands of living beings as sacrifices to forge three ghost weapons by plundering the power of ghosts and gods.

People with lofty ideals rise from the rivers and lakes, vowing to bring the world back to the right track.

Shang Qingdao seized the underworld artifact Qingmu Guiying at any cost, and vowed to destroy it completely.

However, the news leaked out.

A bloodbath is inevitable!

The single-person extraterrestrial event [Gate of Ghosts] has been opened, and the task requirements are as follows:

0. Cooperate with the Daoists of the Shangqing (9/[-]) and repel the Nightmare Cavalry.

Second, kill at least two Yin Beasts or Wraith-level ghosts.

Three, successfully destroy the ghost weapon.

(There is a 24-hour free stay time after the task is over, and you can also choose to return immediately)

Has mastered the language of the world, and the equipment on the technology side has been greatly weakened.

Ember Apostle Information:

Name: Yan Jing

Status: overbearing
Specialization: Unarmed Combat (11%)

Skill: Yama Trifold Waves (15%)

Legacy: Spirit of the Tiger Flood Dragon·Ba Liu

The fog above the head dissipated, and Yan Jing, who was squatting among the branches, finally stared at the pale sun in the sky.

Looking down at his clothes, he looked quite similar to the knight-errants in martial arts dramas. He twirled the withered grass leaves on his trouser legs with his fingertips. The wind and the vegetation in the forest are extremely clear.

This is the real world!
Even though she had already been mentally prepared, it was difficult for Yan Jing to adapt to the feeling of appearing in a strange world as soon as she closed and opened her eyes.

Take a deep breath and let go of distracting thoughts in your mind.

Yan Jing stabilized her position and observed the surrounding situation.

The branches of the nearby trees, the bushes in the forest, and even behind the stones, without exception, are ambushing heavily armed people from the rivers and lakes. Everyone is staring at the southeast, and the atmosphere is oppressive and heavy.

Recalling what the swordsman said just now, Yan Jing realized that the mission had already begun.

Goo~beep~
Suddenly, sharp birdsong sounded in the forest.

This is the signal before the war.

Yan Jing tensed her body subconsciously.

Here they come!

Herod~
There was a long hiss, and the sound of kicking suddenly sounded in the woodland in the southeast direction.

Yan Jing clung to the tree trunk with her left hand, stood up, and saw the team running in the forest at a glance.

Of the five horses, the man in the lead rode a single horse with a long wooden box on his back, and the rest were two people and one horse. It looked like they were dressed in Taoist robes, exactly nine people, which met the mission description.

The whole team quickly approached along the path between the mountains and forests.

Followed by a team of light cavalry.

Yan Jing noticed the restlessness of the surrounding people in the world.

This team of cavalrymen were all dressed in pitch-black leather armor, devil masks on their heads, and two crossed long knives on their backs. When they rushed out of the thick fog, they looked like knights from hell. Even just a glance at the red ghost face is enough to make people feel chills all over.

Yan Jing immediately affirmed that this was the Nightmare Rider that the task required him to repel.

At a distance of about [-] meters, the Taoists of the Shangqing passed by quickly, and then Yan Jing heard someone shouting,

"Arrows! Shoot!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of people from the Jianghu who had been hiding in the dark immediately stood up and rained several rounds of arrows on the chasing cavalry.

Yan Jing grabbed the short crossbow that was hanging on his waist when he woke up, although he couldn't guarantee the accuracy, he still pretended to shoot a few arrows.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, it was another sudden attack.

This team of Nightmare Knights had no time to dodge.

However, before the cheers of the ambushers sounded, the Nightmare Riders had already charged.

Even though everyone had a few arrows stuck in their bodies, these cavalry still had no intention of retreating. Instead, facing a group of ambushers, they drew out the double knives on their backs and stepped on the fallen horses that could not support themselves in the arrow rain. Fly out and kill the crowd!
Ten seconds ago, the forest was calm.

Instantly turned into a Shura battlefield!

(End of this chapter)