Chapter 416: No Matter How Hard You Try, You Still Can’t Find It (Monthly Ticket Requested)

Meng Qi had never seen Gu Xiaosang's handwriting, so it was obviously impossible to judge her identity simply from her handwriting. However, she had just discovered the whereabouts of Old Zhongtou yesterday, and today she had received clear news, so it was hard not to connect them together.

The simplest, clearest, and most consistent inference was that after discovering Old Zhongtou, Gu Xiaosang sent someone to follow him quietly and determined his destination or hiding place. Because she was worried about an ambush or trap, and Luo Jiao's strength here was not sufficient, she notified herself first and let the righteous people test the danger.

Of course, maybe it was a letter sent by "Myth" to retaliate against herself, but two conditions must be met first. The first was that they discovered the connection between herself and Gu Xiaosang, and the second was that they believed they had found Old Zhongtou, so they would write in female handwriting and lure him with the whereabouts of the demon. Overall, the possibility was extremely low.

"Even if it is a Mythology trap, if you are strong enough, you can turn the tables..." Meng Qi took the letter and made a decision. There are only 40 to 50 official and reserve members of Mythology. Excluding those who are inconvenient to go out and are on missions, the number that can be mobilized at one time is limited. They are also rats crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats them. Once their tracks are exposed, they will be besieged immediately. However, they are righteous and can act openly and ask for help openly. With one fulcrum, they can pry the strong outsiders in the entire Yingcheng.

If Mythology's "trap" can contend with so many strong outsiders, why bother so much? Just come and kill me directly!

The white letter paper exudes a faint fragrance, which seems to be the smell of Gu Xiaosang. After comprehensive consideration, Meng Qi decided to find Jiang Zhiwei and secretly inform Qi Zhengyan and the Six Gates. In this way, at least three outsiders will follow the two of them quietly. If the "Mythology" is stronger than them, they can resist while asking for help from the entire Yingcheng in the name of the Six Gates.

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Longpan Mountain twists and turns, ups and downs, like a coiled dragon. After crossing a mountain range, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei could already see the entrance to the Grave Valley. The vegetation inside was lush and green, contrary to the season, and the graves were vaguely visible.

"It is said that this place was originally called 'Longteng Valley', where the ancestral tombs of the Han family of Yingcheng were located. Later, they were moved to the imperial mausoleum. However, after Yingcheng was destroyed, the Zhao family of Shendu still sent troops to destroy this place." Jiang Zhiwei made up for the old stories of Yingcheng. "Because many people believe in Feng Shui, they think that this valley is the place where the Han family made their fortune and inherited the fortune of Longteng, but they dare not be open and aboveboard, so they just quietly buried their parents and brothers here, and it became a mass grave valley."

Meng Qi bent down, took cover from the trees, and slowly approached the mass grave valley: "Don't mention it, winter is like spring, and the grass and trees are lush. This valley is really a bit magical."

"There are many similar places. Who knows if it is the fortune of the emperor? Besides, things outside the body can be borrowed but not relied on." Jiang Zhiwei followed Meng Qi and sneaked towards the valley entrance in a roundabout way, so as not to alert the enemy and come up empty-handed.

Meng Qi looked back and saw that the three external scenes, including "Star-Breaking Sword" Hong Qian and "Silver Chapter Constable" Qian Kai, should be behind them. This is what he and his two people rely on.

"Don't worry, Master Hong has a lot of experience in the martial arts world. If there is a formation in the Grave Valley, he will definitely be able to see it." Jiang Zhiwei stared at the valley, alert and vigilant, but not nervous at all.

Meng Qi nodded, said no more, and slowly followed the grass and trees to the valley entrance.

Strangely enough, the valley was full of green grass and trees, and seemed to be full of vitality, but it was silent and there was no movement at all, which gave people a sense of death. The combination of the two gave off a strange silence.

"There are traces." Jiang Zhiwei began to practice the ancestral orifice between her eyebrows, and her spiritual perception became much stronger.

Meng Qi stared at it, and exclaimed in his heart: "Why are there traces of multiple people passing by?"

And judging from the traces, their strength was not as good as that of Old Zhong.

"Maybe it was someone who came here quietly to bury the dead?" Jiang Zhiwei guessed.

"No matter what, let's follow the traces first." Meng Qi turned into a phantom and quietly moved forward in the silent valley.

After walking for a while, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. His heart moved, and he didn't care about hiding his tracks, and he directly quickened his pace.

Jiang Zhiwei also noticed it, and rushed forward with a sword, like a flying rainbow.

After passing a grave, there was a larger mausoleum in front, which was mostly damaged and full of robbery holes.

In front of the mausoleum, there were five corpses, all monks wearing yellow robes, skin and bones, without flesh and blood.

"Dragon, elephant, tiger, leopard, peng?" Although only skin and bones were left, Meng Qi had such a keen eye that he still recognized the identities of the five corpses. They were the five monks of "Dragon, elephant, tiger, leopard, peng" who had sparred with him that day, and the prince's helpers who possessed the secret skills of the joint forces!

"Why did they appear here?" Jiang Zhiwei also recognized it. Why did the monks who followed the prince appear inexplicably in the chaotic grave valley and die under the Heavenly Demon Art?

In less than three months, Old Zhong's strength has improved rapidly. He can easily kill dragons, elephants, tigers, leopards and rocs... The Heavenly Demon Art is indeed a famous evil art. As long as it can devour flesh, bones, true energy and soul, it can climb up... Meng Qi checked the five monks briefly, but found no other clues. He continued to move forward following the faint smell of blood.

After passing this mausoleum, there was another dead body beside the path out of the valley in front. He was wearing a black robe and facing the ground.

Meng Qi raised the tip of his knife, and the black-robed man turned over, revealing his iconic rosacea.

"Him?" Meng Qi was even more stunned. This man was the one who secretly met with Mi Zijing last night. Why did he appear in the Massacre Valley, and there were also the prince's men nearby?

The black-robed man not only lost his flesh and blood, but also lost most of his bones. If it weren't for his eye-catching nose, Meng Qi would not have recognized him so quickly.

At this time, a figure flew by and landed at the end of the path. He leaned over and picked up a hidden weapon hidden in the bushes.

The man was wearing the standard dark red clothing of the Six Gates, with a silver official seal hanging from his waist, a five-stranded beard, and his eyes seemed to be narrowed into a slit forever. It was Qian Kai, the Silver Seal of Yingcheng, a strong man in the third level of the outer scene.

The hidden weapon in his hand was in the shape of a plum blossom, delicate and complex, with a unique charm. It was stained with red blood, and the smell was strong. It could be smelled from a distance. It was the source of the blood smell that Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei had smelled before.

Looking at the slightly weird bloodstains, Meng Qi thought it was the blood of Old Zhongtou. Who could hurt him?

Gu Xiaosang? Luojiao Sanren?

"The plum blossom nail of the 'King of Thieves' Sikong Tu..." Qian Kai whispered to himself.

"Star-Breaking Sword" Hong Qian and Huanhua Sword Sect's outer scene have followed the path outward, trying to lock the trail.

"King of Thieves" Sikong Tu... him? Hearing this name, Meng Qi's mind buzzed, and many things before were suddenly connected.

Sikong Tu, who is good at tomb robbing, the prince and the king of Jin who came to Yingcheng inexplicably, Mi Zijing and the five monks of Pure Land who are connected with Jiu Rosacea, the thief king who missed the appointment with Qinglian Gongzi last night, Wang Siyuan's hint... Meng Qi has already outlined a story in his mind:

When Sikong Tu excavated the ancient tomb, he accidentally got the secret treasure of the previous dynasty. It is rumored that it was made by Emperor Ai and can enhance the fortune of the emperor. It is useless for him as a thief, so he spread the news to the capital of gods, attracting the prince and the king of Jin to come to Yingcheng to fight.

Because he has been active in Jiangdong for a long time, this place is his home ground, and there are many people from the rivers and lakes brought by Xingyun Feast. He is not afraid of being embellished by the outside scenes, and dares to raise the price on the spot, seeing who of the prince and the king of Jin offers the most generous conditions, and the one with the highest price wins, so Jiu Rosacea, the informant, has contact with the two sides.

Who knows that the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind, and he is targeted by the "myth".

——If it is not a secret treasure, but a treasure from the previous dynasty, Sikong Tu can use it directly for himself without causing trouble and increasing the danger.

The three outside scenes searched separately, and Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were not idle either, checking the bodies and exploring the traces in the valley.

After a while, Qian Kai, Hong Qian and other outside scenes returned, all shaking their heads.

"Sikong Tu is good at hiding, and he disappeared halfway. He must have escaped. The evil demons of the 'myth' chased him all the way, and gradually disappeared." Qian Kai said to Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

At the outside scene, Meng Qi did not tell Jiang Zhiwei that Master Qinglian had an old relationship with the King of Thieves. After returning to the city and separating, he first pretended to return to Xingyun Manor, then turned halfway and went directly to the courtyard rented by Master Qinglian, intending to ask him if he had any news about Sikong Tu.

Once the clues are found, the matter will be reported to the Six Gates in secret. There is no need to continue to get involved in the fight between several major forces. Whoever gets the secret treasure has nothing to do with me, and I can't use it at all. It's better to take the reward from the Six Gates!

Because he loves drinking and freedom, Young Master Qinglian did not live in the treasure pavilion opened by the Huanhua Sword Sect, but rented a yard in a nearby alley. The surrounding environment is quiet, and even at noon, there are few people walking in it.

Stepping on the bluestone slabs and counting the white walls on both sides, Meng Qi walked towards the courtyard where Young Master Qinglian was. As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Because he heard a low groan!

If it weren't for the quiet and secluded place, Meng Qi's hearing would probably not be able to detect it!

This groan is full of pain, with a struggle before death.

Meng Qi frowned thoughtfully, hesitated slightly, and then turned to climb over the wall into the courtyard to find the source of the groan.

This yard might have been purchased by a traveling merchant. When the New Year came, only two old servants were guarding it. Meng Qi did not cause any disturbance and stopped in front of the woodshed near the wall.

The groan came from here.

He stretched out his long knife, pushed open the door, and dodged to the side to prevent sneak attacks.

The door of the woodshed was broken and old. It creaked open, revealing the scene inside. A man in black was leaning against the pile of firewood. He was half skinny and half red, which was extremely weird.

Meng Qi knew at a glance that most of his flesh and blood had been sucked away by the Heavenly Demon Art - if it was the Finger of No Life, there would be no change on his face.

Waving his hand to close the door of the woodshed, Meng Qi lowered his voice and said, "Sikong Tu?"

The man in black groaned softly and smiled bitterly: "I originally thought that I would seek shelter from Liusu and ask him for treatment, but I was attacked by the witch again. I fled here and my injuries have recurred. I will not live long. Even the Shaolin Dahuandan will be ineffective."

"My friend, I have a lot of wealth to give you, as long as you promise me one thing."

He was very tough, half of his face was attached to his bones, and he didn't stutter when he spoke, but his voice was full of pain.

Meng Qi looked at him deeply, and the sunlight from the window penetrated, casting a few golden spots, bringing out a dreamlike atmosphere.

The man who disturbed the situation in Yingcheng was lying quietly in front of him.