At the highest level of this building called "Fan Building" is the eighth floor, which was originally reserved for the owner's private space. Several corpses were already lying in a pool of blood; among them were the owner of Fan Tower who was tortured and tortured to death, as well as his favorite maids and concubines and close servants.
And a young man with a tall nose and long eyes, a somewhat unruly demeanor, wearing a Hufu with a blue stripe lapel, is sitting on the original agarwood chair of the original owner of the Fan Building with a golden sword; the other has a cold and tough demeanor. The companion, standing among the corpses, slowly wiped the blood splattered on his hands.
"It's such a pity. This monthly income is at least tens of thousands of dollars."
The companion wiped it carefully over and over again and said:
"It doesn't matter, as long as the ghost market is still there, as long as there are many illegal people in this underground place; no matter how many buildings are confiscated, they can get back up. Even the name of the owner of the ghost market can be reestablished. One. Now, it is just temporarily in the hands of others."
The young man in Hufu shook his head and said:
"Sorry, sir, something happened in the fighting arena."
"Some people were smashing things up and letting go of animal pens and poultry enclosures."
At this time, there were suddenly rapid footsteps and panicked shouts from outside. Then there were sudden short screams and everything fell silent again.
Then, he looked at the slowly rising flames in the ghost market downstairs, as well as the noisy street conflicts. The young man in Hufu spoke again:
"But did your people do it?"
"How is it possible? My people are here to silence and reduce the damage and deal with the aftermath. They are not here to make things worse."
The companion shook his head decisively:
"That means someone also got the news and wanted to take advantage of the situation before Jin Wuwei and Xiantai entered the ghost market in large numbers." The young man in Hufu said decisively: "On the contrary, your men have discovered and dealt with several groups of hidden people through inside information. Why didn't the gentleman who came in fail to find the key point?"
"After all, there is too little useful information in Xiantai, and they don't really want to cooperate with us." The companion continued to shake his head: "Those who came in beforehand also knew too little, and the only one who knew more didn't He was accidentally injured and did not survive. All I knew at the moment was that the key person was very careful, and even the people who protected him were personally selected; they never really showed their faces from the beginning to the end."
"In this case, it will make the ghost market even more chaotic. Only in this way can he be forced to show up for self-protection; of course, if he dies in the chaos, it will save a lot of trouble. Ding Seven, take some people with you and add some fire to the people below!"
The young man in Hufu sighed again, and then gave instructions: Someone followed and left.
"In that case, let my people go too; let's stretch our muscles..."
But his companion looked eager to try:
"No, your people should stay here just in case, and at the same time, guard this escape route for us;"
The young man in Hufu hesitated and objected:
The next moment, they all smelled the obvious smell of smoke, and couldn't help but walk to the window and cursed in unison:
"Damn it, I'm just taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, but someone really dares to set fire to this building!"
"It seems that we can't keep them here anymore. In that case, let's release those things in advance. They can take advantage of the chaos and kill more, and they can also deceive others and confuse the public for a while."
The young man in Hufu also expressed his determination again:
At this time, a group of people had retreated to a floor across the street and occupied the only entrance. Jiang Tian also raised his head as if he was aware of it, because a mission prompt and a rare direction indicator suddenly popped up in his field of vision. The next moment he said to Murong Wu, Chen Wentai and others:
"Next, I'm going to go in and find out."
"Jiang Sheng, this place is already on fire. It's too dangerous. It's better to gather the others first and then..."
Jinwu Fire Chief Zhang Wusheng couldn't help but said:
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
Jiang Tian asked rhetorically:
"May I ask what it is?"
Zhang Wusheng was choked up when he heard this.
"The ghost market is so noisy, but our people have not appeared yet. Whether it is the brothers who came in first, or the people who followed behind; even if not even a smoke arrow was fired, this is really abnormal, too abnormal. "
Chen Wentai then said with a solemn expression:
"In this case, we must act more prudently, especially if we... continue to wait for backup."
Murong Wu, who had always been taciturn, also spoke: But he stopped talking and looked at the three women staying in the room with lowered eyebrows.
"Then do you think we can be alone by hiding here? Or are you willing to sit back and watch without accomplishing anything?"
Jiang Tian shook his head and said:
"If it's for Jiang Sheng's safety, everything else can be ignored."
Murong Wu hesitated for a moment before saying:
"To be honest with Jiang Sheng, the two generals have specifically given instructions that Jiang Sheng's consideration should be given priority in everything; please don't embarrass us."
Chen Wentai also said in a deep voice:
"But I don't think so. This time can't be in vain. Now is obviously the best opportunity to investigate in depth."
Jiang Tian continued to shake his head:
"Not to mention, in terms of self-protection methods alone, your combined strength may not be as good as mine. Next, just make me worry-free and provide some guidance and support."
"In this case, I will not hinder Jiang Sheng; please let Wu Sheng follow for help and information."
Chen Wentai stopped with his eyes. Murong Wu, who was about to say something else, said sincerely:
"good!"
Jiang Tian didn't say much; the next moment, he took out several horizontal knives, two crossbows and matching arrow boxes that had been hidden in the blind spot around the corner. Facing the stunned Murong Wu and Chen Wentai, each of them stuffed a Tao;
"You all take it and hold it here for two hours. Make a sound every half an hour to report safety, and finally wait for my signal for support."
Although this kind of small crossbow machine dedicated to the public gate has limited penetration and range, it can form effective cross-suppression in narrow places. Then, he took out a pack of military-standard concentrated biscuits, a bottle of Jiannanbaiyao and a roll of bandages; he said to Pingting, Ayun and others:
"You guys should also help her take care of her injuries and eat something to satisfy her hunger. During the next period of time, I'm afraid she'll be busy and may have to walk a long way."
After explaining this, Jiang Tian led Zhang Wusheng and rushed through the messy streets, and disappeared into the thick smoke in the foyer of Fan Building opposite. In an instant, Jiang Tian suddenly drew his sword Zidian in his hand and stabbed a figure that suddenly jumped out of the smoke.
He felt as if he had torn through a heavy water bag. After the other party let out a howl and screamed, he fell heavily against the wall. It turned out to be a skinny gray-furred wolf; only half of his chest was cut open. , and the colorful internal organs flowed all over the ground, struggling to get up.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wusheng, whose face was full of nervousness, emerged from the smoke that was spreading behind him. Jiang Tian once again handed him a pair of iron-armed short-tip bows that could be easily fired in narrow places, as well as a Hulu filled with arrows, and whispered:
"Will it work?"
"meeting!"
Zhang Wusheng was stunned for a moment, and then he took it over with ease. I saw him tilting the Hulu opening upwards and hanging it on the hook on the back of his waist, right in the position where his fingertips would naturally hang down and pull out quickly. Then he attached the bow arm tightly to his left arm, and used his right hand to complete the adjustment of string hanging and empty hook firing.
Everything he did was as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, which made Jiang Tian secretly admire and said:
"Next, you are responsible for covering my back; if you lose sight of me for a moment, take various countermeasures and reactions based on the commands I shout or the gestures I make."
"Yes! But please give orders."
Zhang Wusheng looked solemn and said:
So after a while, Jiang Tian walked through the front hall on the ground floor of Fan Building where fireworks were blooming; and the back hall where the floor was messy. However, unexpectedly, the stairs at both ends that extended diagonally upward against the wall had been cut off in the middle and pushed to the ground, and could no longer be used.
However, the dim direction indicator in Jiang Tian's field of vision was still pointing straight forward. So he did not hesitate to pass through many obstacles that had fallen to the ground and were carrying little bits of burning flames; but he saw an open door on the rugged stone wall.
However, when he passed through this portal, his front suddenly opened up again. Inside, the ground dropped with a large slope, forming a large and unique cavity. Therefore, the four walls are clustered with many multi-story pavilions connected to the top, as well as spiraling terraces and pavilions.
Surrounded by all of this is the vast field located at the lowest point, separated and covered by rust-colored iron bars and mesh. The ground is covered with thick yellow sand, and there are looming skeletons buried in it. This is obviously the location of the fighting place described by Aguan.
But at this moment, no one was in the upper pavilions and stands, the connecting stairways and pavilions in the middle, or the fighting arena at the bottom. On the corridors, however, a black-furred jackal was chewing on scattered corpses, baring its teeth and cracking its mouth at Jiang Dan.
Then, before Jiang Tian could take action, the black-furred jackal was unexpectedly shot through the neck by an arrow, and fell to the side with blood splattering on it. But it was Zhang Wuchang who took the doorway position and took action. And this also reminded Jiang Tian that there was obviously space and transportation channels for raising these living creatures below the arena.
And the short dying cry of this black-haired jackal is like a sign and prelude to asking for directions. Suddenly, at the exit of a stairway, loud voices and footsteps echoed, and several figures with half-ghost faces appeared. But he also pointed out a specific direction for Jiang Tian.
They were seen holding various long and short swords. After a short and urgent exclamation, they rushed through the narrow stone wall stairway without hesitation, heading straight towards Jiang Tian who was in danger alone. However, what moved faster than them was Zhang Wusheng's condescending arrows.
What was heard was the gentle hum of a plucked string, echoing gently between the walls of this empty cave; those warriors with ghostly faces and gray clothes almost fell down one after another. After he knocked down five people with seven arrows, only the last two who were able to dodge rushed forward.
Zhang Wuchang couldn't help but opened his mouth to shout, but he only heard the hissing sound of wind tearing through the air; Jiang Tian missed the two people by just a hair. Then, the movements of the two people suddenly froze and stopped, and dense lines of blood shot out from their head, neck, shoulders, back, and chest one after another.
