He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye didn't want to stay here any longer, so they rushed to the Southern Xinjiang Palace in the rain.
If everything goes well, they can leave this ghost place tomorrow.
The heavy rain was more or less a help to both of them.
Although officers and soldiers can still be seen everywhere on the streets, they are also dressed like southern Xinjiang people, and southern Xinjiang people do not have the habit of covering up the rain, but passers-by will brave the rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye also followed the example of those from southern Xinjiang, covering their foreheads with their hands and trying not to blur their vision as they ran in the rainy night.
The soldiers who were searching saw that the people running in front of them were all people from southern Xinjiang. Besides, they were being wet by the rain and felt uncomfortable, so they naturally didn't pay too much attention during the search.
When the two of them ran past the officers and soldiers, they felt as if they were in a deserted place.
Mo Jiuye was no stranger to the capital of southern Xinjiang, so he checked the route during the day.
Therefore, they arrived near the palace easily.
Mo Jiuye pointed to the west side of the palace wall and said, "I checked and the guards there are weaker. Let's go in from there."
He Zhiran nodded, and the two held hands again and ran towards the west side of the palace.
Just as I turned a corner, I saw a group of people running towards me.
It is said that there is a group of people, only the leader is riding the horse, and the rest are all running behind the horse.
Mo Jiuye quickly picked up He Zhiran and jumped onto a big tree. The two of them held their breath and looked down.
There were about thirty people in this group, and both the generals on horseback and the running soldiers were all wearing crescent-shaped half-face masks.
The most surprising thing is that these people look like modern well-trained soldiers walking in square formations.
This is not unfamiliar at all to He Zhiran, a soldier in his previous life.
Although such a battle was not unfamiliar to He Zhiran, it appeared in this corner alley, and it was still late at night. What was their purpose of doing this?
This had to cause He Zhiran to think deeply.
Observing the postures of those people carefully, each person held a bright broadsword in their hands, all raised in front of their chests, with the tips of the swords pointed forward.
And no matter how they run, their movements will not change. The careful Mo Jiuye also discovered that their hands do not even shake.
The general on the horse was doing the same, holding a pair of copper hammers with one hand and holding the horse's reins with the other hand, looking straight ahead.
It was a dark night and the heavy rain seriously affected their sight. It was impossible to see clearly the faces and expressions of those people with half of their faces exposed.
But when he saw the pair of copper hammers, Mo Jiuye felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Among the nine brothers in his Mo family, only Sixth Brother likes to use hammers. He once used a pair of copper hammers. The reason is that Sixth Brother is strong and his boxing and kicking skills are not as good as those of the other brothers.
When he went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it was mostly because of his strength that he took advantage.
Although the man in front of him was also holding a pair of copper hammers, they looked much larger than those Sixth Brother had ever used.
Mo Jiuye still remembered that the last time he was with Brother Six, Brother Six said that he seemed to be stronger again and that when the war was over, he would go back and build a heavier bronze hammer.
Seeing that Mo Jiuye had stared at Mo Jiuye for so long without any reaction, He Zhiran reminded him: "Those people have gone far away. Should we enter the palace? Or do you think there is something wrong with these people and follow them to have a look?"
The reason why she said this was that she found that these people were different.
First of all, these people acted like this in a dark alley, and she couldn't figure out their motives.
Secondly, they all walked in the same posture. She didn't believe that Southern Xinjiang would train people to look like this. Thinking about the modern soldiers who participated in the review, they couldn't do this.
In the end, although she couldn't see the expressions and faces of these people, she could find one detail. Their chests didn't have that kind of frequent breathing rise and fall...
In other words, He Zhiran suspected that these people might not be alive, or they might be people who were controlled by some kind of poison and lost their consciousness.
The Mr. Simeng they were looking for must be a master of voodoo masters. Masters of voodoo cultivation usually raised a variety of voodoo insects. Therefore, she somewhat suspected that these people might be related to Mr. Simeng.
That's why she asked Mo Jiuye what he meant.
She knew that Mo Jiuye was worried about the safety of fourth brother and seventh brother and was unwilling to stay outside any longer. Whether she would follow him to check it out or not would depend on what he wanted.
Although Mo Jiuye didn't think as much as He Zhiran thought, after seeing the copper hammer in the hand of the man on the horse, he inexplicably stepped forward to check it out. For him, this feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.
"Well, let's go take a look."
As soon as she finished speaking, she hugged He Zhiran's waist, used Qinggong to hide in the dark, and followed those people not far or near.
Those people went straight to the city gate, which was the only way they came to the capital.
Normally, when they arrive at a place where there are guards at the city gate, they will stop and show something like a token. After all, the capital is now heavily guarded and it is impossible to let people in and out at will.
But they didn't do that, but still maintained their original posture, with no intention of stopping.
Several soldiers guarding the gate tried to step forward to investigate at first. Unexpectedly, as soon as they approached, they were beaten to death by someone on horseback.
The soldiers guarding the gate were so frightened that they fled in all directions. In such a tough situation, it was still important to save their lives.
The group of people left the city like no one else was around. Mo Jiuye, holding He Zhiran in his arms, took advantage of the chaos and used Qinggong to jump out of the city wall.
When those people walked onto the official road and there were no soldiers or civilians around, Mo Jiuye gradually caught up with the team.
Logically speaking, such a charging team should turn back when they hear footsteps coming from behind. However, they did not and continued to move forward.
This scene feels extremely strange.
Mo Jiuye asked He Zhiran softly: "Ran Ran, do you think they were also infected by the puppet poison?"
He Zhiran shook his head gently: "I'm not sure until I check."
What she was thinking was that people who were infected by the puppet poison would be controlled by the person who cast the poison. She just counted these people in detail, including the horseman, there were thirty-one people in total.
According to the book, puppet Gu is very difficult to raise. Even an expert can only control five people at most with one female Gu in his hand.
Each voodoo breeder can only raise three to four female voodoos at most.
Based on this number, a Gu Master can control up to twenty people.
The movements and behaviors of these people are all exactly the same. Unless they are controlled by one person, it is impossible for them to be so synchronized.
Therefore, He Zhiran had roughly ruled out the possibility that they were poisoned by puppet Gu.
Just as she was thinking, the man on the horse finally changed his movements.
