I, the Prince of Qin

　　Some people were running on the road with their cluttered footsteps splashing a lot of silt, and the silt was washed away by the rain.

　　Where the sewage facilities are not good, the water from the sewage outlet overflows, and a dead mouse rushes out.

　　The rain was rushing, but it seemed like there was no sound, covering the whole world.

　　The rushing crowd stopped when they passed a certain dilapidated house.

　　They first saw that there were many people in front of them, just like themselves, stopped running and pointed to the sky.

　　Affected by those people, the people who just arrived also raised their heads.

　　The rain hit their dark and vicissitudes of life while running for life.

　　Pairs of curious or fearful eyes looked at the old house and the two civilian female corpses hanging on the beams.

　　Not far away, a man was covered in blood and fell on the rainy ground outside the house, surrounded by some similarly dressed people.

　　"How is he?"

　　Mo Zhe appeared in the rain and asked.

　　"Looking back at the leader, he was seriously injured. Fortunately, he still has a breath."

　　Mo Zhe nodded, walked over, took out a bottle of medicine, and gave it to the injured.

　　Before he could swallow the medicine, he coughed violently, and the blood and internal organs were sprayed onto Mo Zhe's hand.

　　Mo Zhe didn't wipe it.

　　This injured Anbu member, Mo Zhe has a vague impression of him. He is a very ordinary guy, he has no special skills, and he is not good at communicating with people. If he stands on the side, he will be forgotten.

　　But he is very hard, others practice 100 times, he will practice 200 times, others sleep 6 hours a day, he only sleeps 3 hours.Every day, he can be seen sweating alone on the practice field.

　　But even so, no one paid attention to him, because he was too ordinary, even if he tried so hard, he couldn't catch up with others.

　　Only Mo Zhe noticed it, and once said, he encouraged him in a general way.

　　"As long as you work hard, you will definitely be rewarded."

　　Mo Zhe felt that this was a bit perfunctory, but he wiped his sweat and maybe tears seriously, and continued to practice without saying a word.

　　That's it, an ordinary subordinate with no impression.

　　Watching him slowly drink the medicine again, Mo Zhe raised his head: "I didn't tell you, at least a group of three, not to act alone, if you find something wrong, contact immediately? What's going on?"

　　Mo Zhe was expressionless again and turned to look at the two female corpses on the beam.

　　"Looking back at the boss, this is his home, and his family is a bit special. His mother raised him by 'selling flowers', but contracted a disease that is considered dirty by ordinary people. If it hurts, the whole body will fester, and several times he is on the verge of death, because he desperately completes the task and hangs it with the doctor."

　　"He respects his mother very much, and doesn't want others to know her mother's occupation and illness, so as not to be looked down upon, so every time he goes home to visit, we will tacitly avoid it."

　　Beside Mo Zhe, an Anbu member gritted his teeth: "This time, it only took a short time from when he returned home to when we received the distress signal. When we arrived, we only had time to rescue him who was seriously injured." Tetsu noticed that the member also had a wound on his arm.

　　Mo Zhe understood what happened, and looked at the beam on the roof. Among the two corpses, one of the older women should be his mother.

　　There was a small corpse next to it.

　　"Chief, he also has a sister."

　　Mo Zhe looked at the corpse hanging from the beam, and the rain fell like a needle in the sky soaked with ink, hitting his face and eyes.

　　It also washed away the blood on the corpse, staining the entire wall red, making it impossible to wash.

　　"Take care of him." With that said, Mo Zhe stepped forward and walked out of the crowd.

　　"Boss, there are traps inside!"

　　"I know."

　　Mo Zhe took another step forward, and at the same time, the two sisters, Chi Tong and Hei Tong, had already appeared beside him.

　　"Mo Zhe." "Brother Mo Zhe."

　　"You are waiting below."

　　After instructing the two sisters, Mo Zhe slowly walked into the house and walked into the dilapidated building that seemed to be washed away by the heavy rain at any time.

　　As soon as the killer who was in ambush behind the door appeared, Mo Zhe moved his finger, and Mercury's blade turned into a gust of wind, flashed across the sky, and his head separated.

　　Mo Zhe stepped up the creaking stairs.

　　Above and below the stairs, many killers with arrows and firearms appeared at the same time.

　　The same finger waved lightly, silver light flashed, and the severed hands and heads flooded the corridor instantly.

　　"Duke Tres bought your—" "Hey—"

　　A killer dressed in slightly different clothes emerged from the attic. Halfway through his words, a silver light flashed past. It was already a headless corpse. Blood splashed on the ceiling, like an abstract oil painting.

　　Mo Zhe walked through the attic, came to the window, climbed out of the window steadily, and carefully retrieved the corpses hanging outside one by one.

　　Stepping on the blood, he walked downstairs again and returned to the two sisters.

　　"Take care of their bodies."

　　After speaking, he raised his head and looked around.

　　The rain is still falling, but I don't know when, the crowds around are getting smaller and smaller, and the enemies holding weapons are getting more and more.

　　Countless people with bad faces and dressed in various costumes filed out from all directions.

　　"Chief, there are many enemies coming from all directions. Except for the hired killers, they are all private soldiers of the nobles. They have raised far more private soldiers than the regulations!"

　　"We're surrounded, it's just... war!"

　　The members of the Anbu nearby got the news and gathered one by one.

　　But in front of more and more enemies, it still feels like a pebble in the waves.

　　"These imperial nobles are too bold, aren't they?" Chi Tong looked suspiciously at the surrounding net that was gradually forming around: "They lured you out, and then prepared such a big battle just to deal with you?"

　　Hei Tong was also a little dumbfounded: "Why does it feel like the empire is encircling and suppressing the invading foreign enemies? This is going to be a street fight? Does the Imperial City Guard not care? What about the Guards?"

　　Mo Zhe smiled and said: "This is the country, where the deep-rooted power of the nobles lies. Most of the bureaucrats in the Imperial City Guard are born from nobles, and the guards are similar, and there are layers of obstructions. It will probably take a lot of time to get here, and taking this time to take us down is the plan of the nobles."

　　Chi Tong opened his mouth slightly: "I thought your empire was a monolith... If such a big thing happened suddenly, and it was fighting in the city, would the emperor allow it?"

　　Mo Zhe smiled gloomily: "They are so big, at least most of them are made for the emperor to see!"

　　The chilling battle formation surrounded the hut in a short time.

　　The ground is densely populated by private soldiers, mercenaries and out-of-town killers with money.

　　The surrounding houses were occupied by enemies with strong bows and muskets.The bow is full of strings, the gun is well-loaded, condescending and murderous.

　　Even in the nearby sewers, people were ambushed to ensure that the target had no escape route.

　　Among the countless enemies, one or two people dressed as nobles could occasionally be seen shouting and commanding.

　　A nobleman walked out slowly surrounded by private soldiers, and said yin and yang angrily: "The gun hits the head..."

　　"Hey."

　　Mo Zhe raised his finger, the silver light swayed, and half of the nobleman's face flew into the air, and in the remaining half, the teeth of the lower jaw were still trying to finish the sentence.

　　Without a word of nonsense, without any hesitation, Mo Zhe made a light gesture.

　　There is only one meaning:

　　war!

Part 59 Chapter [-]

　　The rain hit people's bodies and faces, and the people who were shouting and wielding weapons were soaked all over, and the black sticky wet clothes were sticking to their bodies, and I didn't know if it was rain or blood.

　　The raindrops fell like steel needles, and there were black metal lines mixed in the raindrops. They were bolts with deadly sharpness, as if another torrential rain was pouring down.

　　In the wet sky, in the wet ground, and in the wet world, there are still many firelights roaring and flying, leaving behind a trail of blue smoke of gunpowder, that is the imperial musket team, condescending salvo in the building.

　　The bullet of the musket, along with the rain from the sky, splashed dense flowers on the ground.People's feet staggered past, and the screams of killing merged with the sound of rain and gunfire.

　　"Illusion." Mo Zhe stood in the center of the battlefield, raised his hand, and a dreamy halo fell from the sky, wrapping everyone on his side.

　　This is the skill of the Crown Magician Merlin, which can intervene in the spirit of the enemy, allowing them to see something that does not exist at all, or turn a blind eye to the enemy in front of them, thus dragging them into a nightmarish battlefield.

　　Mo Zhe couldn't do the level that Merlin could deceive even a god, but it was enough to confuse bowmen and musketeers in the distance, reducing long-range damage to the greatest extent.

　　Even the nearby enemy will see the opponent in front, but find that the opponent is actually behind, and die inexplicably.

　　The Anbu members soon realized that the leader had cast an auxiliary spell on them.There is no magic in the world of Zhanchi, and they can only think that this is some kind of god-level assassination technique.

　　Or, it is magic at all!

　　This kind of cognition, coupled with the worship they already had, led to their unusual fanaticism. After adapting to fighting in illusion, the enemy was simply devastated.

　　The first wave of enemies that rushed up slashed wildly at the phantoms of the Anbu members, and then was knocked down by a sneak attack. They didn't even understand what happened to those knives that were handed over from places where there was obviously no one.

　　The two sisters, Chi Tong and Hei Tong, accepted the task of protecting the seriously injured member and the corpse of his relatives at the beginning of the war, and they have been dedicated to guarding them.

　　But there were too many enemies, and the encircling net shrunk, and it quickly became a front line.

　　Hei Tong held the new eighth room, the two sisters were back to back, and suddenly, Hei Tong smiled.

　　"Sister, I was thinking not long ago that I would execute you with my own hands." Hei Tong looked at his own image reflected on the snow-white blade of Bafang.

　　This demon saber... No, it can no longer be called a demon saber. At this time, it was filled with a warm and peaceful aura.

　　This is the breath given by Brother Mo Zhe.

　　Hei Tong closed his eyes and felt the fluctuation on the knife.

　　"Come out, my comrades!" The girl raised her knife, and some corpse puppets emerged from the ground. There were not many corpses, and they did not deliberately replenish after the loss in the last battle.

　　At this time, the body of the evil and decaying corpse suddenly spewed out white flames, echoing it, and the body of the eight-room blade was also wrapped in white flames.

　　In the pale and holy flames, the rotten flesh on those corpse puppets was cut off and melted layer by layer, and the dead-like faces actually took on a trace of holiness and solemnity.

　　After Daqin recovered the eight rooms, he strengthened the magic of the march of the dead attached to it dozens of times, eliminating the adverse effects.

　　Today, the corpse puppets summoned by the eight rooms have been sublimated, and to some extent, they are similar to the existence of heroic spirits.

　　Of course, no matter the strength, spiritual base strength, mysterious bonus, or all aspects of abilities, they are far inferior to real heroic spirits, but in this world, they are already an extremely powerful fighting force.

　　By manipulating these guardian corpse puppets, Hei Tong's spirit will no longer be polluted, nor will it cause a burden and affect his own strength.