The next day.
The sky is bright.
At the ruins of Huoyu Villa, countless ghost figures also disappeared one after another.
However, dry corpses were left all over the ground, and all the blood was sucked up by the ghosts!
"Great, the ghost has finally disappeared!"
"Damn it, so many brothers were killed and injured!"
"Where did these ghosts come from? Could they be released by other forces?"
The Blood Knife Sect suffered heavy casualties.
The sect master's face was extremely gloomy, and anger burst out from his chest.
The same is true for the Haisha Gang camp. It may be somewhat famous in the world, but it is not as good as other schools.
Faced with the ghost attack, the losses were heavy. The fact that the group was not directly destroyed was due to the blessing of other forces sharing the ghost attack.
"Who on earth did this murder?!"
The leader of the Haisha Gang looked around and roared loudly: "If I find out, I will definitely not let you go easy!"
The words echoed through the mountains and forests.
However, no one responded.
Farmers and celebrities camp because they are protected by a large formation.
At the same time, there were powerful people such as Zhu Jia, Dianqing, Wu Kuang, Tian Zhong, and Xu Hao, but no one was killed by the ghost. At most, they suffered some injuries during the battle.
Therefore, everyone's mood was still high and excited.
"Lord Xia Kui!"
Wu Kuang and Tian Zhong reported respectfully: "All ghosts have been destroyed, but no clues can be found, and no human manipulation has been found."
"They are all made of straw. They suck people's energy and blood and can strengthen themselves. But other than that, I don't know what use they have!"
"Um!"
The Zhu family looked deeply and nodded slightly.
He looked around and looked at the camps of various forces.
"The ghost attack is most likely related to these forces!"
The Zhu family said in a deep voice: "You all should pay attention and be cautious."
In his heart, he doubted the power of other schools of thought and Jianghu sects.
However, from the scene, all forces were attacked by ghosts and could not find any flaws.
"promise!"
Everyone responded in unison.
At this time.
Master Xun's majestic words came from the Confucian camp.
"Everyone!"
"It has only been two or three days since I and other hundreds of disciples arrived here, but they were all attacked by ghosts and lost many disciples."
"There must be someone behind this matter. We must treat it with caution, find out the murderer, and eradicate him!"
Lang Lang's voice was full of justice.
Master Xun's figure was high above the camp, overlooking the earth, looking at hundreds of mummies, and said sadly: "Otherwise, I'm afraid we will be attacked and killed by the ghosts of the masters behind us again, and we will have no peace."
Upon seeing this, all forces responded one after another.
"Yes, we must find the murderer!"
"Avenge the dead!"
"Otherwise, how can we break the formation steadily every day? I'm afraid people will secretly benefit from it..."
The Great Qin Empire.
Xianyang City.
Ying Ziye took Li Si and Xiao He to the top of the city, summoned the Xianyang City garrison, walked around and looked at the garrison and weapons, and frowned.
"General, I feel that the military equipment of the soldiers in Xianyang City is somewhat inadequate!"
"Go and carry some bed crossbows and install them on the top of the city, and let some strong crossbowmen bring the big yellow crossbows."
"Also, the number of soldiers on guard is also somewhat lacking. In this way, we can increase the manpower by one-third..."
The guard general of Xianyang City was a little confused.
The bed crossbow is only used when facing a city defense battle. Otherwise, it will be exposed to wind and sun, but it needs regular maintenance.
The Dahuang Crossbow is a powerful single-handed crossbow. Only strong men with tall figures and amazing arm strength can draw it. It is rarely used.
Moreover, Xianyang City, as the capital of the empire, is heavily defended. There is one post every five steps and one sentry every ten steps on top of the city. There is a team of elite black armor patrolling by every moment. Is the defense force still empty? !
However, facing the Eighth Young Master and the two Prime Ministers, he had no choice but to obey.
"promise!"
besides.
Under Ying Ziye's instructions, many more city guards and officers and soldiers were secretly deployed in Xianyang City to patrol.
Such various strange situations were carefully detected by the marquis and nobles and passed back without any cover-up.
Manor outside the city.
"My dear Lords, this is what happened!"
The people under my command respectfully reported.
The marquis and nobles sitting around had complicated expressions when they heard this.
"What exactly do you want to do, Mr. Eighth!"
Zhuo Qinghou was so angry that he slapped the table, unable to suppress his anger, he roared.
"My dear Lords, why don't we leave Xianyang!"
The chief concubine suggested.
"I think it would be better to mobilize private soldiers here. We can not only protect ourselves against the Eighth Young Master's army, but also show our determination that we will never let anyone prey on anyone. We will unite together and use our strength to oppress the Eighth Young Master!"
The Marquis of Yiguan Nei said, his eyes flashing with determination.
"It's impossible. If His Majesty the First Emperor gets angry because of this, wouldn't it be in line with the Eighth Young Master's wishes?!"
There were also people who tried to dissuade me, not agreeing that this was a good idea.
It's so cool to forcefully compete.
But the consequences are too serious!
All the marquis and nobles present discussed and argued for a long time.
They talked about it from morning to noon, but they never reached a consensus and had to part ways.
Close to night.
The sky was dim.
The entrance to the manor.
A noble marquis came out with someone.
Fang Fenghou really didn't want to stay here anymore. Facing the Eighth Young Master, he had to admit that he was scared.
bass!
Gold and iron echo.
Lishan soldiers raised their big halberds and blocked the road ahead.
"Master Marquis, please stop and return to the manor."
The officer on duty cupped his hands and said calmly.
But this move angered Fang Fenghou.
Fang Fenghou showed an angry look and shouted angrily: "Why, is it possible that I, the majestic Marquis of Guannei, can't even move freely?"
"I tell you, my Lord, I had a banquet with His Majesty the First Emperor in the court, and received rewards from His Majesty. If you dare to stop me again, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
The soldiers of Lishan remained motionless in the face of threats and intimidations. They just said lightly: "We are ordered to guard here under His Majesty's orders!"
"If the Marquis wants to leave this place, please inform Your Majesty."
"As long as His Majesty issues an order, we will release him immediately."
"you!"
Fang Fenghou was furious when he heard this, his face was both hard and blue.
But no matter how he coerced and lured, the Lishan soldiers remained unmoved.
In the end, he could only snort and retreat into the manor.
An hour later.
Xianyang City.
Eight Young Master's Mansion.
When Ying Ziye heard the bad guys coming to report the situation, he suddenly showed a bright smile and said leisurely: "It seems that they can't sit still!"
No one can fail to react before he can foresee the danger coming.
As Ying Ziye pressed forward step by step, he had expected it, but he was not in a hurry.
"Weizhuang!"
Ying Ziye shouted lightly.
In the hall, he was exchanging swordsmanship with Master Jianjiu and Xiaomeng.
Each other uses their fingertips as swords.
Wei Zhuang, who was fighting fiercely, narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and silently increased the strength of his sword finger.
Bang!
He fought separately with Master Jianjiu and Xiaomeng.
The three of them seemed to be evenly matched.
"That's all the master's orders are."
Wei Zhuang said in a cold voice.
"Instruct Niqusha to eradicate some of the detailed works arranged by the Marquis and Lords in Xianyang."
Ying Ziye looked at them playfully, smiled coldly, and said, "You don't have to kill them all, just leave a few of them."
"Otherwise, how would they know the situation in Xianyang!"
The words fell slowly.
There was a sense of teasing in it.
The corners of Wei Zhuang's mouth raised slightly, a hint of a smile appeared, and he praised, "Young master, what a trick!"
"Then my subordinate will go down and take action first."
The next day!
Under Wei Zhuang's instruction, several people from Niliuxha pulled out several carriages from the Shaofu.
And deliberately spread some rumors.
All of a sudden.
On the streets, rumors spread quickly.
"Have you heard that after the four extremely powerful machine creations in the southern border area, Mr. Gongshu has created some more powerful machine creations, saying that they are going to equip the Xianyang City defenders!"
Han Fei, a member of Niqulisha, transformed into an ordinary scholar and spoke with a mysterious face.
"What, this is still happening?"
As a partner, Lin Yiyi looked curious and said: "Brother, please tell me!"
Lin Yiyi is a man, but his name is a little strange given by his parents.
The two sang together.
He quickly attracted the attention of the people nearby.
Han Fei smiled proudly and said, "It's easy to talk about, just listen to me."
As the momentum grew.
The craftsmen sent by the noble Marquis moved towards the countercurrent sand carriage one after another, coming to find out what kind of mechanism it was.
"I'm afraid, it is very likely that the Eighth Young Master used it to deal with the Marquis and others!"
The craftsmen were thinking in their hearts.
"It's them, move!"
Han Fei, Lin Yiyi and other members of the Counter-Liquid Sand who were mixed in the crowd all focused on these detailed works.
As the carriage was transported to the main camp of the city defenders, the mechanical artifacts inside were not moved out.
The craftsmen felt regretful that they had no opportunity to explore the detailed information of the agency's creations, so they had no choice but to return in despair.
Unconsciously, he was also being targeted.
One by one, the busybodies and busybodies dispersed.
Almost dozens of breaths passed.
"This is the moment!"
Han Fei and Lin Yiyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and they headed towards a lone Xizuo.
In the alley.
Before Xizuo could react, he saw two bad guys in the crowd coming to kill him.
Rampant!
The crane returns to the lonely mountain!
The two used the Transverse Four Directions and Hundred-Step Flying Swords, which were born out of the Guigu Zongheng lineage.
The fierce and domineering horizontal swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and the sword light rises into the sky.
Poof!
Seal the throat with one sword!
The other side.
The young man in silver robe with a soft face looked indifferently at Xia Zuo with a fearful expression in front of him.
With a wave of the long sword in his hand, his figure looked like a ghost.
call out!
puff!
Xizuo tried to turn around, but fell to the ground helplessly.
