The next day, Kuang Jijiu walked out of the room like nothing happened.
"Morning, Kuang Jijiu!" Mr. Yin greeted Kuang Jijiu.
"Morning. Mr. Yin worked hard last night. Let's go and have a rest first." Kuang Jijiu saw the thick dark circles under Mr. Ji's eyes and couldn't bear to ask him to do anything else.
In order to resettle the surviving refugees as quickly as possible, the students from the academy worked in three shifts day and night, led by two gentlemen and Kuang Jijiu in turns.
Mr. Yin just finished leading the team, and now it's his turn.
After a light breakfast, Kuang Jijiu and Mr. Ji discussed the next step. Such a large camp must be guarded by an expert. Almost the entire city has been found, and only the northwest corner is left.
Logically speaking, given Kuang Jijiu's strength, there is no need to be so cautious. However, judging from the day and night searches of the academy and the oral accounts of the refugees, the northwest corner is a notoriously dark area. Since King Yan's army was basically in the northeast corner, the management of the northwest corner during the war was inevitably neglected. In addition, the northwest corner was originally relatively chaotic, so many refugees thought that there was no need to go to the Academy.
Kuang Jijiu and Mr. Ji are also having a headache with this problem. First of all, anyone who can stay in the northwest corner during or after the war is definitely not a kind person. Is it necessary to take risks to save such a person? It seems unnecessary. Are there any civilians in the northwest corner who were forced to go there and are waiting for rescue? Not sure. The northwest corner is adjacent to the Northern Territory, and no one usually cares about it. Could there be a traitor sneaking into it? Hard to say.
Identity checking during and after war is always a big problem. Those local snakes in the northwest can just point to an empty house that is usually occupied by no one and say that it is their home. At this time, there are ruins everywhere, how can there be any records for them to check?
But no matter what, the two discussed it for a while and finally felt that they still had to visit this northwest corner. After all, three people make a tiger, and the information told by the refugee is likely to be his own hearsay. Coupled with the interference of his own emotions, what he said is somewhat doubtful.
In order to prevent the academy's team from being severely damaged, Kuang Jijiu decided to lead a small team to explore the northwest corner. Taking noon as the limit, if no one comes back with news at noon, then the camp of the Academy must be moved quickly!
Kuang Jijiu agreed on some signals with Mr. Ji, and then returned to his house to make final preparations.
"Are you sure you want to go?" Yin Wen, who was hiding in the darkness in the room where Kuang Jijiu was staying, asked.
"What do you think, Mr. Yin?" Kuang Jijiu took stock of his preparations and turned to look at the beam.
"I watched the stars last night. It's not very peaceful over there in the northwest corner, but there are still some unarmed civilians there."
"Then I want to go even more."
"How can Kuang Jijiu be sure that those people are not lackeys from Northwest Angle?"
"So I said go and have a look." Kuang Jijiu wrote down Yin Wen's inference, "I won't bring too many people, just to explore the road."
"Have a nice trip. I want to keep an eye on the traitor here, so I won't go there yet."
"Mr. Yin, be careful. There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons here. Don't let yourself be exposed."
Kuang Jijiu opened the door and walked out.
northwest corner.
What was originally a black zone in normal times became even more exaggerated after the war. Various small buildings are connected together, falling apart and leaking air everywhere. The north wind was not only covered with snow, but also the numbing smell of blood, and even the strange smell of feces and urine.
What a novel experience, I won’t do it next time. Kuang Jijiu didn't know what the students who had fainted from the smoke thought, but that was what he thought.
Arrange some disciples with poor mental endurance to go back, and leave some who can endure it to continue their journey.
After walking for a while, Kuang Jijiu looked back at the golden wheel in the sky and estimated the time.
Three quarters of a hour.
Kuang Jijiu wanted to take a deep breath and adjust his mood. As a result, I was so fumed by the filthy air that I didn't dare to open my mouth, and even breathing was a pain.
Next, we really went deep into the northwest corner.
Along the way, an intuition reminded Kuang Jijiu that there might not only be people in the northwest corner, but also quite a few.
And this intuition becomes stronger the closer you get to the northwest corner.
Kuang Jijiu turned to the other students who were still following him and said, "Wait for me at the place where I sent my people back just now. Using the past two o'clock as the boundary, if you feel that there is any commotion happening inside, you can do it." Make some noise and cover my departure; but if there is no commotion by then and you don't see me, go straight back and tell the two gentlemen everything. They know how to do it."
"Be careful when offering wine, the disciple is waiting for you outside!" the student replied.
After arranging many matters, Kuang Jijiu went deep into the northwest corner alone.
Sure enough, before taking two steps, I heard a rustling sound. Kuang Jijiu quietly walked up and took a look, only to see a sloppy old man who didn't know what he was doing behind a rotten wooden wall. Just when Kuang Jijiu wanted to get close to him to see what he was doing, the old man suddenly turned his face away.
Eyes facing each other...
"Huh!" The old man turned over and disappeared. Kuang Jijiu realized that something was wrong, and secretly used Confucian etiquette to follow him.
When Kuang Jijiu saw the old man's back, the old man was about to turn into an alley, and Kuang Jijiu tried his best to catch up. After turning a corner, the man turned around again and ran away. After repeating it several times, Kuang Jijiu was shocked. This old man was not simple. Not only was his physical strength abnormal, but he also seemed to have led him somewhere deliberately.
Thinking of this section, Kuang Jijiu slowed down, but his direction did not change and he continued to catch up along the path.
I turned a corner and saw nothing. It seems that the other party hasn't noticed that he hasn't followed.
The alley is dead, and the only way out is a right turn halfway down. Kuang Jijiu walked around the corner and looked at the traces in the snow, with a trace of "sure enough" pride flashing across his face.
After turning this corner and entering another alley, the footprints left behind were another turn. Kuang Jijiu walked over calmly.
Unlike other cul-de-sacs that end in a wall, this alley ends in a large house. The neatly arranged gate mansion surrounded by ruins cannot be described as a golden rooster. It is simply so unexpected! It's like a strangely beautiful ivy growing in a barren desert.
However, the atmosphere in the large family in front of me is a bit strange. There was no fear before the war, no panic during the war, and no rest and recuperation after the war. Instead, it was filled with laughter and singing like ordinary times.
Even though he was separated by the door, the devilish laughter kept pouring into Kuang Jijiu's ears. Knowing that there was probably a local snake in front of him, Kuang Jijiu still couldn't control himself. He wanted to go up and knock on the door to ask about the situation.
"Hmph!" Kuang Jijiu stretched out his hand, turned his head half-way, and saw the person who made the modal particles out of the corner of his eye.
That bad old man.
"You don't want your life? Come with me!" The old man turned around and left, not worrying whether Kuang Jijiu would sneak up and miss him again this time.
Kuang Jijiu watched the other party leave without looking back, and then turned back to the strange family in front of him. After weighing the pros and cons, he felt that the bad old man was not hostile to him at the moment. Maybe he could learn about this family from this bad old man, so He decided to follow this bad old man.
But this time, he didn't play tricks, but honestly entered the cellar with Old Man Zao.
There was not much light in the cellar, but there were a few openings around the top, letting in the light from the outside. Judging from the decent daylight, the environment inside the cellar is not bad, but I don't know why this bad old man can be so sloppy. He has ruined the cellar.
"You don't know me yet?" the bad old man asked.
Kuang Jijiu took a good look at the old man Zao for a while. Compared with the nervousness when they first met, this time he felt that he was more familiar with him.
Seeing that the other party did not express his position, the bad old man not only was not disappointed, but actually laughed out loud. He took out an object from his arms and handed it to Kuang Jiji.
After Kuang Jijiu tied the object, he realized that it was a wooden knife.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me. You have to know this knife!" The old man said with a smile.
Is there anything special about this knife? Kuang Jijiu stroked the wooden knife in his hand and found that although it was made of wood, its edge was sharp and its durability was not bad.
What wooden knife can do this? Kuang Jijiu rummaged through his memories, connecting the faces in his mind with the bad old man and wooden knife in front of him.
Finally, Kuang Jijiu's eyes widened and his mouth opened subconsciously.
"Hahahaha!" The bad old man saw the other party's reaction and understood that the other party already knew who he was.
"Old wood! You..." Kuang Jijiu took a good look at the old man in front of him again and found that he was not old at all, it was just that he looked old because he was too sloppy!
Lao Mumu took back the wooden knife in Kuang Jijiu's hand, which was about to fall to the ground if it shook a few more times, and said with a smile, "Did you not expect that I would be here?"
Kuang Jijiu nodded numbly.
"The answer is simple. Their opponent is the high priest. But my opponent is Zuo Hou." Lao Mumu casually tidied the corner and sat down in a more comfortable posture.
"Where is Zuo Hou?" Kuang Jijiu became alert. Lao Mumu was still here. Could it be because Zuo Hou was still here?
"You probably guessed it." Lao Mu shook his head, "Did you just plan to knock on the door?"
Kuang Jijiu nodded.
"Zuo Hou is in there!" Lao Mu looked out through the cellar opening. "It took me a while to find out. As for my outfit..." Lao Mu pointed at the tatters on his body. He pointed at Kuang Jijiu's academic uniform and said, "If I wanted you to wear it like this, they would come out without half a stick of incense!"
"Them?" Kuang Jijiu noticed something was wrong. Was there more than one Zuohou?
"Their infiltration of us in the Northern Territory is far from being as simple as we thought." Lao Mumu found a jar of wine, opened the jar lid, and drank.
"Not to mention the most shameful night in the Northern Territory when Dao Zhi Wu Yi Zhe Tian, let's talk about you..." As Lao Mumu was talking, he suddenly realized something, stopped talking, and even looked at Kuang Jijiu with a somewhat confused look. Variety.
"That person told us." Kuang Jijiu knew what the other party was worried about, "I know that our academy has..."
"Yeah." Lao Mumu lowered his guard, "Not only is the academy as simple as this, there may be places where we can't see..."
