One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

The first day of the siege of the Ghost Killing Sect ended in a game between the two sides.

The next day, both sides lived in peace, and no one made a move.

There was no movement in Anxi City, but in the eyes of the upper echelons of the Ghost Killing Sect, it was a sign of confidence, indicating that they were waiting quietly for reinforcements.

As everyone knows, Song Yun has no help in this era, nor does he expect to rely on others.

Zhang Yingzheng, who was guarding the city, was belatedly aware of the fact that a few soldiers were missing during the roll call. After searching for a long time, they finally found their bodies in the corner of the city.

Zhang Yingzheng was shocked and rushed to report:

"Master Song, Master Song, something is wrong, a killer from the Ghost Slayer Sect has infiltrated!"

Gao Lanchun and the others also changed their faces greatly when they heard the words.

The killer of the Ghost Killing Sect is the best in the world. If he really sneaks in and mixes with the [-] refugees, who can handle it?

Song Yun's expression didn't change at all, he pointed to dozens of fresh corpses in the morgue, "I killed them all."

"They were all killed?" A few people hurried over to check, inspected the wounds and bloodstains, and found that they were indeed dead not long ago.

They looked at each other, shocked by Song Yun's methods.

This is not a face-to-face fight, but looking for dozens of killers who are good at lurking in the crowd. If there is no clue, it is difficult to investigate one by one.

"Is there really none in the city?" Gao Lanchun was still a little worried. After all, the city is so big that it is impossible to screen it thoroughly.

Song Yun glanced at her lightly, "Why, don't you believe me?"

"Don't dare." Gao Lanchun hurriedly lowered her head, with a few drops of cold sweat dripping from her forehead, realizing that she was being abrupt.

A dignified warrior is not something a third-tier warrior can question.

No matter how irritable she is, she dare not contradict Wu Sheng.

Song Yun ignored her, and said to Zhang Yingzheng:
"You Xu Guo troops don't need to defend the city, just leave a few people at the top of the city to look out, and all the rest will withdraw and go to the city to maintain order."

Zhang Yingzheng was a little puzzled, "Then who will guard the city?"

"You don't need people to guard the city. The elite killers of the Ghost Killer Sect cannot be defended by you."

Zhang Yingzheng was even more puzzled, "Then someone must watch the door, what if someone sneaks in?"

Gao Lanchun and others nodded in agreement when they heard the words. It would be too dangerous not to defend the city.

Song Yun pointed to the dozens of corpses in the morgue again.

"Sneaking in, that's the end."

Everyone was speechless immediately, knowing that Song Yun had his own confidence, and the means were beyond their imagination.

Zhang Yingzheng gave a military salute, turned around and began to transfer back to his subordinates.

A thousand soldiers from the Xu Kingdom, plus a thousand warriors from the Gao family, jointly maintained order in the city, and played a significant role.

As soon as Zhang Yingzheng left, he saw a young boy timidly sticking his head out of the house.

Gao Lanchun raised his head when he heard the movement, frowned and scolded: "Youngest, what are you doing here? Go back, this is where adults discuss business."

"It's okay." Song Yun waved his hand, signaling Gao Tingsong to enter the room, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Gao Lanchun was very surprised.

This mysterious young and strong man "Song Bai" is not easy to talk to. The pile of corpses in the morgue is the best proof.

To deal with the disobedient, it is also directly suppressed with momentum, which is quite domineering.

But when faced with this ineffective youngest in his family, he seemed extraordinarily friendly. Why?
Gao Lanchun looked at Gao Tingsong carefully, wanting to see what was so special about this younger brother.

After watching for a long time, this young man also looked timid and ordinary.

Gao Lanchun was confused, and the other martial artists in charge of the Gao family were also confused.

Song Yun pointed to an empty chair, motioned Gao Tingsong to sit down, and said with a smile, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."

Gao Tingsong was afraid of the elders of the Gao family, but he was not so afraid of Song Yun. He said, "I see something is wrong in the city. People are hiding in their houses, and there is less food, so I want to ask."

Gao Lanchun frowned and said: "There are some problems in the city, and we adults will deal with them. Why are you asking nonsense?"

Song Yun glanced at it, Gao Lanchun didn't dare to speak anymore, and stepped aside obediently.

Then Song Yun took out a bottle of elixir from his arms, threw it to Gao Tingsong, and said with a smile:

"Eat one piece a day, and you won't be hungry, so don't eat too much."

This move shocked everyone in the Gao family.

The city is short of food and water. In order to treat everyone equally, ordinary people who don't know martial arts and Taoism will all reduce their diets, and the Gao family is the same.

Only this young man was treated differently by Song Yun and received special treatment.

This is no small matter.

The Gao family lost Gao Shan, the patriarch of the pinnacle master, the pillars of the Gao family have fallen, and the future is uncertain.

If Gao Tingsong can be used to catch up with Song Yun's line, with the support of Wu Sheng, the future may be promising.

All the Gao family warriors in charge stared at Gao Tingsong with scorching eyes.

This made the young man twist his body uncomfortably, reached out to take the elixir, and muttered: "Thank you."

"It's okay, the people in the city are fine, they're just hungry and have nothing to do, so they lie in the house and sleep all day." Song Yun said, "If you want to find someone to play with, just go inside the house."

He knew that this young man probably had no playmates in Gao's house before, but after he came to Anxi, he could play with the young peasant husband instead, so he came here to inquire this time.

Song Yun naturally hoped that Gao Hanqing's ancestor could live a happier life, so he offered some help.

At the same time, it is also for the martial artists of the Gao family to let them know how to treat Gao Tingsong in the future.

"I understand, thank you, Brother Song." Gao Tingsong smiled happily, stood up and saluted Song Yun, then turned and ran away.

"He..." Gao Lanchun looked at the boy's back and spoke hesitantly.

Song Yun only said indifferently: "Take good care of him, I will reward him."

"Understood!" Everyone in the Gao family responded immediately.

Song Yun nodded, got up and walked towards Zhu Xiewei's camp, leaving only a few Gao family warriors thinking wildly in the room.

They compared the appearances of Gao Tingsong and Song Yun in their minds, shaking their heads doubtfully.

"It doesn't even look like..."

In Zhu Xiewei's camp, most of the people had already recovered and were busy repairing equipment, cleaning up the blood stains on the green clothes and armor, and preparing for the next battle.

Only the veteran Zeng Haoying, with the strength of the early martial saints, resisted the siege of the two martial saints of the Ghost Killing Sect in the middle stage. He was seriously injured and was still in retreat.

Deputy Chang Bing came forward to receive him.

Song Yun was not polite, and cut straight to the point, "Ghost Killer Sect will speed up its actions, and I estimate that there will be an offensive within three days."

Chang Bing was taken aback for a moment, and then expressed his opinion: "Immortal Kongming and Ghost Killer Sect are the enemies of our Xiexie Guard, and we will definitely take action at that time, so there is no need for Mr. Song to worry."

Song Yun: "When the time comes, you will only listen to me and General Zeng, and ignore what others say."

Chang Bing nodded, "That's natural, Zhu Xiewei acts independently now, and there are not so many superiors."

"Your evil mirror will still need to play a role in the future..." Song Yun and Chang Bing discussed in a low voice.

In the sky above Anxi, black air invisible to the naked eye lingered, a gloomy gaze swept around, and finally fixed on Song Yun.