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Fang Xiang didn't show the slightest bit of surprise at this answer. He pondered for a moment, then forced a faint smile. "I wonder if you saw General Hong leave the barracks with your own eyes?"

The soldier guarding the gate's expression changed slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction was clearly revealed on his face.

However, before he could get angry, Fang Xiang smiled and said, "Please don't be offended, General. I didn't mean any other things. I'm just worried that you've been deceived by others..."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles. Besides, Fang Xiang's attitude was very upright. Even if the gatekeeper wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't be able to find a reason.

Helplessly, he could only sigh, ask Fang Xiang to wait at the door, and go to the tent to take a look himself.

In the blink of an eye, the soldier who had just gone in to check came out with a gloomy face: "My master is not in the barracks. Even his horse has been taken away."

After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently, signaling Fang Xiang to leave as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, a clear sound of horse hooves, like dense drumbeats, reached everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned and slowly raised their heads, looking towards the source of the sound.

Then they saw a scene that they would never forget.

A tall horse was seen galloping towards the camp with small, rhythmic steps, its hooves kicking up a fine cloud of dust as it trotted along the ground.

Its route was extremely straight, without taking even the slightest detour, just like an experienced old horse that knew the way.

Of course, the truly unforgettable scene is far more than just this one. What truly sends the hairs on the back of one's head tingling is the clearly armored general on the horse's back.

The general was clad in heavy armor, the metal plates gleaming coldly in the sunlight. However, his head had been severed at the shoulder, and now it was held firmly in its grasp, its eyes wide open, as if still filled with resentment and fear.

Seeing this, the pupils of the surrounding soldiers constricted instantly, as if their hearts were suddenly grabbed by an invisible force.

They squinted their eyes subconsciously and recognized the head almost immediately.

It was none other than Hong Dazhi, whom they had just been talking about enthusiastically!

Almost in an instant, the gate of the military camp was in chaos.

Some soldiers cried heartbreakingly, their cries filled with grief and disbelief, as if they wanted to vent all the sorrow in their hearts;

Some of them rushed out quickly and carefully, and gently put the already cold corpse down from the horse's back;

Some soldiers just rolled their eyes, their legs went limp, and they were so frightened by the bloody and tragic scene that they fainted. They fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Watching this scene, Fang Xiang's heart was filled with regret and unwillingness. He stomped his feet fiercely, trying to vent his dissatisfaction - although he had tried his best to speed up and come over, he didn't expect that he was still a step slower.

That feeling of powerlessness was like a tide, completely drowning him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his throat tighten and breathing became difficult.

A rough and powerful hand grasped his collar fiercely, nearly tearing his clothes apart. "Aren't you a coroner? What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and perform the autopsy!"

Fang Xiang looked up and saw a general in front of him with a ferocious face but bright armor.

His eyes were full of anger and anxiety, like a burning flame.

Helplessly, Fang Xiang could only nod and walked quickly to Hong Dazhi's body.

He squatted down, his hands trembling slightly as he began to examine the body patiently. His eyes were focused and serious, not missing any tiny marks on the body. But as time went on, a thick layer of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

Time passed quietly minute by minute, and more and more cold sweat oozed out of Fang Xiang's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

Because, after careful inspection, he found that Hong Dazhi died in the evening of yesterday.

If that was the case, it meant that all his previous judgments were wrong. All the reasoning based on his misjudgments and his previous accusations against Lin Feng were now like bubbles, shattered in an instant.

Therefore, after determining the time of Hong Dazhi's death, Fang Xiang seemed to be trapped in an endless quagmire, and deep self-doubt entangled him tightly.

His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if he was in a dark fog and couldn't find a way forward.

It wasn't until he was forcefully pushed aside by a large hand that he gradually came to his senses, as if from a nightmare. "You're fucking idiot. How did the general die? When did he die? Can you even tell?"

Fang Xiang's face turned red and white, and at this moment, he couldn't help but fall into extreme confusion.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be choked by something. After a long while, he awkwardly reached out and untied Hong Dazhi's armor.

Then, he sighed and said, "The General's death was exactly like the last statue we saw in that mysterious cave—torn apart by five horses. The murderer dismembered General Hong and then stuffed his body parts into his armor."

As he spoke, he glanced at the horse not far away: "Then, the scene we saw before will happen again. As for the time of General Hong's death, my preliminary estimate is that it was around yesterday evening..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a crisp sound.

Although Fang Xiang always had a good temper, at this moment, he couldn't help but glare at the general in front of him.

The general, Hong Xiuming (Lieutenant General, NPC), didn't give Fang any time to refute. He grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. "Bullshit! General Hong and I had dinner together yesterday evening. It was already the 10:00 p.m. when we finished eating. He was so full of life back then that he could have been beaten to death by a cow. How dare you say he was dead then? I think you're looking for death!"

Hong Xiuming's face turned red with anger, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes almost spitted fire.

As Hong Xiuming finished speaking, the sharp sound of long swords being unsheathed could be heard. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent air, like the whisper of death.