On the outskirts of the county town, there was only the broken moonlight under the dark night, and with the curfew in place, no one could be seen on the road.
Yin Hang, who followed the girl in white to the county government office, frowned.
He didn't think he could solve these problems. There were only a few thousand survivors in the secret realm, and they all had basic quality education, but in front of him...
There are tens of thousands of them, and maintaining order may require bloody force.
Forcibly opening the city gate will only lead to more chaos, but even if you go to the county government...
I simply can't do it myself.
After all, the difficulty level of several thousand to tens of thousands is not a simple multiple.
The detective in red was familiar with the structure of the county town. He walked quickly through the low houses and soon arrived in front of a tall building paved with bluestone slabs and with red pillars.
There were no guards blocking them outside the door. After all, the clothes they were wearing showed that they were definitely not ordinary people, and no one dared to step forward and stop them.
After entering the yamen, after someone reported it, they were led into a remote courtyard. In the courtyard was an old man with white hair who was not wearing official uniforms, but only an official hat.
Yin Hang didn't know the local official system, but he noticed the angry expression of the girl in white and could clearly feel that the old man was not originally the chief official here.
But what was a little surprising was that the old man wearing only an official hat in front of him walked towards Yin Hang and the others after communicating with the red-clothed detective for a moment.
"You guys come from the Pure Land?"
The old man's voice seemed a little muddy, and his half-drooped eyes looked at Yin Hang extremely cautiously, seeming a little scared.
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment and seemed a little hesitant, "We..."
"Before you," the old man still took a few steps back: "There are several people who claim to be from the Pure Land and bloodbathed this place. We will wait..."
"A bunch of rats, just kill them," the girl in white standing aside was still angry and directly interjected: "I escaped from the battle, but I think the killing was not clean enough!"
"But where is your pure land... exactly?"
"Have there been any natural disasters lately? Have they all come to our Quyang territory?"
When Yin Hang didn't know how to explain, Luo Jin, who had been standing behind Yin Hang, moved forward slightly, and his sharp eyes swept across the girl in white, making her shrink back immediately.
However, his gaze still fell on Yin Hang, his sad look full of exhaustion.
Yin Hang sighed and said in a deep voice: "You guys should all know about the refugees outside the city, right?"
The old man wearing only an official hat pondered for a moment and said with emotion: "You are indeed from the Pure Land..."
As he said this, he waved his sleeves to a yamen servant behind him. The yamen servant turned around and ran back. After a while, he ran back with a book in his arms.
"Half a month ago, the border demon clan established a country, and everyone in our border city was in panic," the old man said, straightening his official hat a little nervously, handed the book to Yin Hang, and whispered: "At that time, I However, when a candidate for an official post was about to leave with his wife and children, he was arrested here and saw that other officials in the county were..."
"Then, one of the women handed this book to me and asked me to follow the contents of this book and save... the people outside the city."
"I was put on this official hat and never dared to take it off. I studied it every day and preached the truth to the sages, only then did I realize the subtlety of its layout."
"It's a pity that the grain stored in the warehouse has been completely wiped out by corruption. This book did not plan for this, and it will be difficult to complete the last step to open the city gate..."
While the old man was lamenting, Yin Hang flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand and closed it heavily.
"Who gave you this book?" Yin Hang raised his head and looked at the dark night, where even the stars were a little unclear.
"This..." The old man seemed hesitant for a moment.
"who?"
"I don't know the name, I just know the name."
"who?"
The old man was a little timid when he was questioned, but finally told him the name he vaguely heard in the pool of blood.
"That woman seems to be called...An Tong?"
(End of chapter)
