Looking at the abandoned bastion in front of him, Jiang Yan could vaguely imagine the prosperity here when it was still intact from the wide and straight stone passages, densely packed rooms, and medium-sized warehouses one after another.
There is a lot of traffic and hustle and bustle, and the smell of wealth is in the air.
But, now, all this is in the past.
Only fire and blood remain, silently telling the trauma of some disaster.
Closing his eyes, Jiang Yan broke away from the sadness, forcing himself not to think too much, and flew up, circling and passing low in the sky.
He is looking for a secret mark that belongs exclusively to the White Crane Chamber of Commerce to confirm whether there are any other survivors in the White Crane Chamber of Commerce's Yehuai stronghold.
If there is, if there is still a mark left, Jiang Yan wouldn't mind saving it.
Moreover, he also needs to master more details through this matter.
Uh-huh!
Suddenly, Jiang Yan stopped at the corner of an alleyway, stretched out his palm, pulled out a square green brick, held it close, and looked at it carefully.
This is a brick that has also been burned by the fire. The exposed layer is a little black, and there is a deep pit on the lower left side, which is very obvious.
Jiang Yan rubbed his palm carefully along the lines of the blue bricks, wiping away the darkness somewhere to reveal the original color of the bricks.
And in this position, this pattern is secretly carved:
The clouds are like rolling waves, and behind them is a giant claw clawing towards the sky.
To ordinary people, this pattern is cruder and more abstract than children's graffiti, but if people from the White Crane Chamber of Commerce look at it, they can recognize it at a glance.
"There are survivors."
Jiang Yan clasped his hands together, crushed the brick into pieces, and silently exhaled:
"Go to the city first and ask these guys to get more information."
After making this decision, Jiang Yan looked around again and took another look at the situation at Yehuai's stronghold. He stopped no longer and walked through the narrow auxiliary road to the outside of the fortress.
Um?
Anyone?
The warrior's intuition told Jiang Yan that in front of and to his left, in the relatively dense bushes, there was a hidden line of sight looking at this side, silently sizing it up.
"Is it a survivor of the Yehuai stronghold? Or a spy left by the hostile force? Or is it just a simple observation by an unrelated person?"
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, but Jiang Yan did not hesitate. He stepped forward and his whole body was suddenly enveloped in flames and exploded into a huge fireworks display.
The next moment, he arrived in the dense forest.
"who are you?"
Jiang Yan stared at the figure lying on the ground, using the gaps in the jungle to keep a close eye on the direction of the bastion. He frowned and suddenly made a sound.
"Huh?" The prone figure had just fallen into confusion when the target turned into flames and disappeared, when a sudden questioning voice came from behind.
Teng!
Stimulated by this, the figure suddenly jumped up and turned around in mid-air, making a defensive posture.
At this time, Jiang Yan finally saw clearly what the figure peeking at him looked like.
This is a man who looks to be in his forties, with a broad forehead and square face, brown hair and gray eyes. He has a large frame, but he looks very thin.
He was wearing a gray linen shirt often worn by the poor, holding a rusty dagger tightly in his hand, and was looking at Jiang Yan nervously.
There was deep fear in his eyebrows.
Although he is a small person, he still knows a bit about martial arts and knows that the young man in front of him must be a great master.
Being able to turn into fire rain, this method is beyond the imagination of men.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yan saw that the gray-eyed man did not answer his question, so he had to repeat it and asked again.
The gray-eyed man still maintained his alert posture and did not make any response.
Jiang Yan thought for a moment and slapped his hand horizontally.
boom!
The dazzling pillar of fire suddenly burst out, emitting dazzling light and indescribable heat. It penetrated the originally dense jungle and burned it into a large hole that was not too regular.
Snap!
Sweat poured out quickly from the gray-eyed man's forehead, face, and nose, gathered on his chin, and fell like a stream.
"Answer my question." Jiang Yan asked in a low voice.
The gray-eyed man's body trembled violently, and he got rid of most of his nervousness. He responded with a trembling voice:
"I...I am Qian Ajiu, a poor person from Yangliu Fang."
Jiang Yan glanced across the man's still shabby clothes and continued to ask expressionlessly:
"What are you doing here?
"Why are you spying on me?"
Qian Ajiu regained some flexibility and replied without stuttering:
“The purpose of coming here is to keep an eye on that bastion, and note whether any strangers will go there. If so, follow them secretly, note down the appearance of the strangers, note down where they are staying, and then notify the person who should be notified. "
Sure enough... Jiang Yan nodded secretly, knowing that the guy in front of him was not an unrelated person, but an informant of a hostile force.
The harvest is not bad, at least you know who the enemy is?
He retracted his gaze and asked expressionlessly:
"Who are you working for?"
Qian Ajiu didn't hide anything and answered simply:
"I...I didn't do this for anyone in particular. I came here to monitor the bastion. I did it voluntarily."
"Oh?" When Jiang Yan heard this, he glanced at the gray-eyed man and became a little interested:
"go on."
At this time, Qian Ajiu suddenly puffed up his chest, his face became much rosier, and his voice became louder:
"The divine envoy said that this bastion force is an enemy of the sect and should be completely destroyed. I usually receive the blessings of the Holy Religion, so at this time, I naturally have to make a contribution.
"I don't know martial arts, so I can only do some digging for information."
Looking at the gray-eyed man who became bolder and his expression became fanatical, Jiang Yan's pupils shrank slightly and he felt a little colder in his heart.
He thought a lot about the enemies here in Ye Huai, including local sects and aristocratic families, officials and families who gave him free food, and wandering forces passing by to rob him. However, he did not expect that it was actually a certain "holy sect" who was behind the scenes.
Sect, Jiang Yan felt a headache when he thought of this name. Thinking of the sects he had come into contact with and heard about in the past, none of them were good at all. They were all extremely evil and extremely powerful forces.
This is true whether it is those powerful and weird cultists or the human race self-organized.
Huh... Jiang Yan breathed out secretly, suppressed all his emotions temporarily, and asked:
"So, which sect do you belong to?"
The gray-eyed man was silent for a few moments, and then responded quickly:
"I belong to the White Bone Holy Cult."
After saying this, he put his left hand on his forehead, slowly slid it to his heart, then bowed slightly and said:
"All spirits and creatures will enter the Kingdom of Bone God."
Bone Sect? Which sect believes in the Bone Bodhisattva?
Jiang Yan's expression changed. He recalled the group of people who were working hard to help the poor outside the city when he left Yehuai, and smiled like a sigh.
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