In the room, the sound of flipping paper continued to sound.
As Yang Fan flipped through the pages, he felt that the faces of the dead people were always before his eyes, changing from vivid to gloomy.
He took a deep breath, covered the file in his hand, and stood up suddenly.
"Um?"
Sun Rong looked at Yang Fan in surprise.
Yang Fan walked towards Tao Ying, bowed slightly and said, "Father-in-law, please allow me to go to the scene."
"Go!"
Tao Ying had long seen that Yang Fan's thoughts were not here.
After all, things harm their own kind, and who can remain indifferent in the face of the death of their own kind?
Perhaps it would be better to go and see it on site.
Tao Ying intends to train Yang Fan, so she must make him see clearly the evil of reality. Only in this way, the knife in his hand will be sharper and more ruthless when he swings it.
"yes!"
Yang Fan's eyes flashed with gratitude and he strode out.
"Hey, Xiao Fanzi!"
Sun Rong also wanted to follow, but Tao Ying pinned him down and said angrily, "He is strong. We can rest assured that he will go. Why are you running around with him!"
Sun Rong looked aggrieved.
Eunuch Tao, you were not like this before. You still said that I was a good material for practicing martial arts!
The more you practice for a period of time, the faster you will grow.
Why don't you mean what you say now?
There was no way, Tao Ying disagreed, Sun Rong could only watch Yang Fan leave, and finally continued to sit down and look through the files.
Organize useful information bit by bit.
Here, Yang Fan went to the Yamen's stables, chose a horse, and then left here.
The tall horse galloped quickly on the galloping road. Yang Fan was wearing a black cloak and a long knife on his waist. He looked like a fledgling knight.
In his prime, young and energetic, he scolded Fang Qiu.
However, he did not go directly to the southern suburbs. Instead, he went to the house he bought before, hoping to get some details from Zhao.
After all, Zhao may be the only survivor of the massacre in the southern suburbs.
As soon as he entered the door, the girl Yang Fan bought from Yaren hurriedly greeted him.
Her name was Xiaoxiao, she was young and quite delicate. When she looked at Yang Fan, there was obvious fear in her eyes.
"I've met Mr. Yang!"
"Um."
Yang Fan nodded, and the black cloak was tied around his body, making him even more handsome.
Even the little girl Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Her fear eased a little, and her pretty face turned slightly red.
Obviously, excellent appearance may not mean that a person is good or bad, but at least it is easier to make people like him.
As the saying goes - appearance is justice.
At this time, Mrs. Zhao, who heard the noise, carefully held on to the wall and walked out of the room: "Xiaoxiao, who is here?"
Xiaoxiao quickly went over and supported Zhao.
"Old madam, it's Mr. Yang who's here!"
"Benefactor!"
Zhao's face immediately showed excitement and she wanted to bow down, but Yang Fan stopped her and asked Xiao Xiao to help Zhao sit down.
We chatted for a while.
Yang Fan explained his purpose: "Madam, do you still remember the mountain god in the southern suburbs?"
"Remember."
Mrs. Zhao nodded, still unable to hide the fear on her face.
Yang Fan comforted her and then continued to ask: "I remember Madam said at that time that the mountain god was originally on Daqing Mountain?"
Mrs. Zhao said: "That's right, old lady, although my eyesight is not working well, my ears are very good. I heard these from the people in the town, and they are absolutely correct."
"In addition to this mountain god, have anyone else appeared in the town?"
Yang Fan asked.
Zhao thought for a while and said: "There is indeed such a group of strong men. At first, most of them were unwilling to worship the mountain god, and they were severely punished by them. They claimed to be the messengers of the mountain god. Among them, the leader said they were the mountain gods. Temple blessing."
"Do you know his name?"
"I heard Li Zheng in the town call him Taoist Song."
"Taoist Priest..."
As soon as these two words came out, Yang Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes. It seemed that Taoist Song might be a key figure in this incident.
Yang Fan asked for some more details, then stood up and left.
It is a pity that Zhao is half-blind and can hardly see. Most of the information comes from hearing, but this is still very rewarding for Yang Fan.
The mountain temple in Daqingshan and the temple Zhu Song Taoist Priest!
At least, these two pieces of information made Yang Fan's trip not in vain. After all, this was something that was not in Jin Yiwei's files.
Mount your horse.
He hurried out of the city gate all the way.
Feeling the strong wind whizzing by on both sides, Yang Fan headed straight for the southern suburbs.
On the spacious galloping road, the surrounding cars and horses saw him and quickly stepped aside, with unconcealable fear in their eyes.
After all, whether it was the blood-red mark on the cloak or the heavy sword slung around his waist, they all clearly reminded everyone of the knight's identity.
Dongchang factory guard!
Once they collide with each other, disaster will immediately follow.
This shows Dongchang’s notoriety!
Time passed slowly, and he finally came to Yongfeng Town in the southern suburbs again.
Compared with the slightly dilapidated scene before, now this place has been completely reduced to ruins, which is far more shocking than what can be seen from the drawings.
"Stop!"
As soon as he got closer, he heard someone shouting.
Soon, two factory guards appeared in his field of vision.
"I'm Yang Fan!"
After Yang Fan revealed his identity, the Dongchang factory guard who was responsible for guarding the outside retreated.
And he rode his horse slowly into the ruined town, and the tall horse beneath him seemed to be slightly panicked.
After being comforted by Yang Fan for a while, the horse's condition improved a little.
"Yang Baotou, why are you here? Is there any order from my father-in-law?"
As soon as he came in, Liu Juncheng, who was at the head of the first team, rushed over quickly. Apparently, he was notified by the factory guard outside.
Yang Fan shook his head: "My father-in-law has no new instructions. I just asked you to come over and take a look at the scene."
Liu Juncheng breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed again and said, "There's nothing interesting to see here. They're all dead bodies. Every one of them died so tragically."
Even though Dongchang killed countless people, they thought that the people they killed had reasons to kill, but the people who died here were a group of unarmed people!
Moreover, the death was so miserable that it was almost unbearable to watch.
Yang Fan entered the town silently.
The guards of the East Factory were checking the corpses here one by one. The corpses were collected and disposed of by the guards, and placed in rows in the square in the center of the town.
"Xilulu!"
The horse under him suddenly struggled, unwilling to get close to the corpses.
Yang Fan had no choice but to dismount temporarily.
A person steps over.
However, for some reason, his naturally strong spiritual will suddenly gave him a sense of alarm. There seemed to be some malicious existence in the dark!
Silently spying on him!
Uh-huh.
Yang Fan's eyes flashed and he lifted up the white cloth on the nearest corpse. He saw that its body was shriveled and as thin as wood. It had been dead for several days and its body had turned purple.
But the strange thing is that the painful and desperate expression on his face has disappeared, replaced by a strange and weird smile.
Calm and contented.
Yang Fan frowned slightly, and the next second, the corpse's eyes suddenly opened.
Bloodshot pupils.
It is filled with the edge that chooses others and devours them.
"not good!"
He didn't have time to react or remind him. In an instant, all the corpses neatly arranged on the ground suddenly stood up and rushed towards the Dongchang factory guards around them like wild beasts.
