When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

The soldiers near the door, although unable to move and unable to see the appearance of the person coming, could clearly smell the odor and chill emanating from this person.

It is a sour smell mixed with the smell of earth and the dampness of clothes that have not seen the sun for a long time.

The smell was sickening, but even worse was the dread that ran down his spine.

The cold air emanating from the intruders penetrated their armor and went straight to their spinal cords. They did not seem like living people.

After seeing the water-stained mud prints on the floor tiles and the moss on the shoes left by the intruder, their pupils suddenly tightened. The uncontrollable fear made them feel cold from head to toe, as if they were halfway to hell.

“…Water…water ghost!”

The bone-gnawing fear caused one of the soldiers, who was unable to utter a sound due to the effects of the drug, to force out intermittent cries of despair and struggle for help.

The moment they heard the word "water ghost", fear spread among everyone like a plague. Even the only thing they could do, breathing, became cautious. Even if they were choked by the thick smoke, they tried hard to hold their breath and not make any noise.

In the quiet and empty temple, one cannot see the face clearly. One can only vaguely make out his sturdy figure from the shadows and hear the footsteps that sound like a ghost seeking revenge.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The footsteps were slow and dull, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's throat, making people feel more and more suffocated.

Faced with this sudden visitor, Hong Mingxu's face became extremely ugly, his body couldn't help but tense up, and his eyes stared at the door vigilantly, fearing that he would be at a disadvantage if he was careless for a moment and had no time to react.

"who are you?"

Hong Mingxu stared and said in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, the dark figure stopped in the thick smoke, slowed down a little, and murmured like a ghost: "I'm here to take your life!"

Say it.

The sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air was heard from the thick smoke, and it was slashing straight towards Hong Mingxu. Although Hong Mingxu reacted quickly and retreated backward, he was still a step slower because of the cover of the thick smoke and the fact that he had been stabbed in the leg by Lin Lezhi before, and his arm was cut by the sharp blade.

But at the moment of being injured, he also realized that the person in front of him was not a god or ghost, but a human.

His eyes instantly turned cold, and he said, "If you pretend to be a ghost, then I will turn you into a real ghost!"

Hong Mingxu gritted his teeth and launched a fierce attack on the opponent using the sound of the sharp weapon. The thick smoke was not good for him, but it was also not good for the opponent.

Even if Hong Mingxu is unarmed, it is less likely that his position will be exposed.

The opponent's attack was fierce, but his movements were slow and stiff. Hong Mingxu threw several punches, knocking off many leaves and also bringing a lot of wet mud off the opponent's body. Hong Mingxu withdrew his hand, his eyes dark and fierce, and he moved his wrist several times.

His fists and arms were pierced by sharp objects, leaving many bloody holes. Because his skin color was close to bronze, his joints had a barely noticeable redness.

There are other hard objects under the mud and sharp objects, so not only is it difficult to hurt the opponent, but it also hurts your own fist.

After thinking for a moment, Hong Mingxu stopped making any moves. He deliberately lowered his footsteps, held his breath, and disappeared into the thick smoke.

He judged the enemy's position solely by the slow footsteps and the sound of weapons, then attacked with his legs and feet when the enemy was unprepared, finding out the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, and stretching the battle line to consume the enemy.

The unbearable coughing sounds coming from the house from time to time can also serve as a cover and affect the other party's judgment.

The temple gate was wide open, and with the dim lights in the house, even if the thick smoke did not dissipate, half a cup of tea was enough to see things clearly.

Hong Mingxu saw the man's general appearance clearly.

His entire body was covered in vines, leaves, and mud, and his face was also covered in mud, making it difficult to see his appearance. He was holding a long knife in his hand.

Hong Mingxu found the right moment and attacked quickly and decisively before the opponent noticed him, sweeping towards the opponent's unprotected feet.

Because the opponent was carrying a lot of things on his body and his movements were very slow, he could not keep his body steady after being hit and fell down. At this moment, Hong Mingxu hit his hand hard and removed the opponent's blade.

The latter fell to the ground. Even with protection, the huge impact force caused him to feel pain from the sharp thorns of the vines tied to his body, and he groaned.

Before Hong Mingxu could declare his joy of victory, the moment he removed the opponent's blade, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the blade in his hand with astonishment in his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, the shape of the sword in his hand is consistent with the swords issued by the army.

Except for Cheng Su, everyone in the barracks wore the same sword.

Then, he looked at the person who was struggling to get up from the ground, and an uneasy thought suddenly came to his mind, and his heart was restless.

Hong Mingxu's eyes grew darker and more solemn, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He then pointed the tip of his knife at the 'water ghost' in front of him and asked sternly, "Who are you?"

At this moment, the thick smoke has almost dissipated, and the people hidden in the black fog have nowhere to hide and are revealed in front of everyone.

After learning that the intruder was not a ghost, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, but they could not completely let down their guard because of this sudden intruder of unknown origin.

Fortunately.

The visitor did not intend to hide his true identity. He stood up and wiped the mud off his face, revealing his real voice.

"It's been a while since we last met, Captain Hong."

The words seemed like greetings, but they lacked any respect and were instead filled with hatred.

The pupils of the people sitting or lying crookedly behind the intruder suddenly trembled. Although they could not see the speaker's face, they were very familiar with the speaker's voice.

"...Cui...Yan...?"

He Yu uttered the sound with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief, and at the same time revealed great surprise and relief. However, Hong Mingxu froze in place after seeing the man's true face, with even more disbelief in his eyes, and the knife in his hand was trembling slightly.

The person who came turned his head slightly to look at He Yu. It was Cui Yan who died on the first day on the island.

Cui Yan's eyes were originally directed towards He Yu, but after seeing Meng Dafeng's corpse beside him, his pupils shook instantly. Sadness instantly filled Cui Yan's eyes, and they were also filled with anger and hatred.

Anger and sadness intertwined, his voice trembling as he said, "It's me, Big Brother He. I'm not dead."

The Cui Yan in front of them was no longer the weak and protected person he used to be. The determination in his eyes made the soldiers feel a little unfamiliar, but they were also very happy.

They thought to themselves.

Just be alive, just be alive.

Just live.

After responding, Cui Yan looked at Hong Mingxu again with a sharp and hateful gaze, without any fear in his eyes.

Can……

Hong Mingxu hesitated. He looked at Cheng Su, who was sitting next to him, with eyes full of astonishment. Hesitation, confusion, panic and astonishment were intertwined in his eyes.

"General, you..."

"Why do you think I didn't just say 'help' the general catch the real culprit, but 'assist'?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Mingxu's eyes immediately darkened. If he felt respect and fear for Cheng Su, then he only felt hatred for Jiang Lian'an that he wanted to destroy.

"you…!"

Cheng Su wanted to turn around and look at Lin Lezhi, but he had to be wary of Cui Yan who had come back from the dead. Compared with the two, the injured and weak Lin Lezhi was not to be feared at all, so he just glanced sideways, his attention still focused on Cui Yan.

"Captain Hong, please don't be so quick to get angry at me. I know you already know that the General has been wary of you for a long time, but the General can't say much right now. Don't you want to know how the General turned Cui Yan from a living person into a dead person? And how did he make Cui Yan appear here in time when the two of them had never met?"

Lin Lezhi was exhausted, so after breaking free from Hong Mingxu's grip, he stood against the wall.

As if out of consideration for Hong Mingxu, he dragged his injured body and walked within Hong Mingxu's sight while maintaining a safe and controllable distance.

When the firewood was splashing just now, Hong Mingxu tore off his already tattered shirt to protect himself from the flames.

When Lin Lezhi walked from the back of Hong Mingxu to the side, even in the dim light, he could clearly see the horrific scars all over Hong Mingxu's body.

Because those scars are too hideous and horrific to be ignored.

In addition to the new wounds caused by the charcoal fire, there are also many old wounds on the solid skin.

There were knife wounds, arrow wounds, whip wounds, and branding, but of course the most shocking was the burn on his wrist.

How cruel must a person be to himself to be so cruel as to burn himself to ashes with scorching fire?

Making sure Hong Mingxu could see him and that he was within a controllable safety range, Lin Lezhi found a relatively comfortable and painless position and sat down.

He understands.

Such actions are tantamount to a naked provocation to Hong Mingxu.

But he couldn't care less because he really couldn't use much strength.

but.

Although he couldn't exert much strength, he still tried his best to hold Xiao Yihuo's knife tightly.

Lin Lezhi looked directly at Hong Mingxu with determination in his eyes.

He's gambling.

And never lose the bet.

He was betting that Hong Mingxu would never attack him at this moment. It was this certainty and composure that made the anger and hatred in Hong Mingxu's eyes even stronger.

because.

Lin Lezhi's words hit the nail on the head for Hong Mingxu.

He really wanted to know how Cheng Su did it, and when and why he became wary of him.

The desire to know is greater than killing Cui Yan and Jiang Lian'an at this moment.

Because of this, he became even more angry and unhappy.

He knew very well that Jiang Lian'an and Cui Yan were no match for him, and that Jiang Lian'an did it on purpose, but he could only suppress his anger and watch him wandering in front of him, looking so confident and in control. How could he not grit his teeth?

But at the same time, there was an imperceptible hint of ferocity and expectation in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to kill Jiang Lian'an, and shouted angrily, "Speak!"