Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 102 The Fish Hooked
In the middle of the night, as still as still water.

croak... croak...

The crows on the branches made ugly calls, adding a touch of weirdness to the late night.

"Ha~~"

Leaning on the tree, Ye Zhanqing yawned a long time, "Lei Bin has been here for so long, isn't it almost? Auntie, I am so sleepy..."

"That's right, the old man is old, so he can't stand it." Lian Sheng echoed.

"Don't be noisy."

Lei Bin looked around and observed, released the carrier pigeon in his arms, watched it spread its wings and went away, and then said, "The one surnamed Long recently is watching closely. Don't startle the snake when you go back."

"Got it, it's really troublesome."

Ye Zhanqing waved her hands, landed lightly, and walked towards the camp.

"The old man also took a step first."

Liansheng smiled and cupped his hands, glanced at the distance, and turned to leave.

Lei Bin didn't reply, but his eyes were cold and tight. When both of them had left, he flicked his sleeves and saw a gray pigeon flying out. Li took out the creed and tied it to the gray pigeon's leg, letting it fly away.

"call……"

Lei Bin breathed a sigh of relief, stayed for a long time, and left slowly.

……

woo-

The eagle's chirping resounded through the sky, but a golden eagle swooped down and landed on Long Peng's arm.

"Um…?"

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, and looked at the black dove under the golden eagle's left paw in surprise, "Why is there another..."

"Then it's just a blindfold?"

Take down the letters of the two carrier pigeons, one gray and one white, and look them up.

Letter: Reply to the leader, Long Keqing intends to go to Hengshan, and hope to know the intention of the leader.

"Why is it the same..."

Looking at the two identical letters, Long Pengjian frowned and thought for a while, "Could it be roasted with fire or soaked in water?"

Say it.

Fierce zhenqi rose from the palm of Long Peng, baking the two letters, and in an instant, brown handwriting appeared from one of the letters.

Letter: Long Peng led people to Mount Heng, and is now in Huya Mountain. He intends to attack the Hengshan faction, and he suspects that he has personal enmity.

"really……"

Long Peng chuckled twice, put the letter back into the letter box, tied it to the carrier pigeon again, and put it in the cuff, one on each side, just enough to fit it.
"Unfortunately, my previous letter was written in vain."

"Ugh……"

Watching the two carrier pigeons leave, Long Peng sighed, and then smashed the letter he had prepared before into powder, "Forget it, it's time to meet this disobedient hidden weapon master..."

Words fall.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly appeared, but there was no sign of Long Peng at the same place. When he stopped, he had already appeared in Lei Bin's tent.

"Who!"

Not long after General Lei Bin lay down, he noticed something unusual and sat up in shock, with cold sweat on his forehead, staring at the unexpected visitor, Long Peng.

"Lei Bin, the sweat on your head, why did you have a nightmare, or... a guilty conscience..."

Looking around, Long Peng saw the unfinished half bowl of white water noodles on the small table in the tent, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he picked up the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks.

"I remember you don't like noodles very much? Why are there so many left in this bowl? Doesn't suit your appetite?"

"Lei has a poor appetite today, so he kept some."

Lei Bin's expression was very calm, and he could not see any flaws. He continued, "I don't know why Mr. Long came here late at night? But something went wrong in the church."

"There is a problem. Very problematic!"

Long Peng nodded approvingly, and just when he was about to continue speaking, he heard the pigeon chirping "Cuckoo..." and smelled a vaguely unpleasant smell.

(End of this chapter)