Chapter 66 There is no good person
People from the Camping and Restoration Department and the Foundry Department came over in the evening and counted the damaged houses. The people from the Gangfang took the bodies away and burned them to ashes first, and then let the family members pick them up.
Jiang Lin watched silently and burned to ashes first?
Doesn't that mean that if someone wants to do something, your family won't even know how you died?
Such a process is obviously inappropriate, but it is not uncommon in the Daqian Dynasty.
Human life is worthless, really worthless at all!
It took a long time to clear the ruins, so that at night, the food tent was still there without anyone taking care of it.
Old Man Wei couldn't cook either, so Zhao Yankui asked him to use a donkey cart to pull some cooked food back.
While eating, the general Miao Chuanfu from the Nanling Camp whom I met last time came over with dozens of sergeants.
It is said that the remnants of Xuanhua Dao are hiding in the city. To prevent accidents, Liao Mingxu specially sent him to protect the South Blacksmith Camp.
That being said, everyone knew who they really wanted to protect.
No one thought it was unfair, but they were thankful that people like Old Man Wei were there, giving themselves a sufficient sense of security.
After everyone had finished eating and was ready to rest after a tiring day, Jiang Lin went to the dining tent.
He had to find his own set of bedding, otherwise he would have to sleep on the hard floor at night.
There isn't much in the dining shed itself, except for beams and thick thatch.
With Jiang Lin's strength, it was not difficult to rummage through it.
Soon, he saw a corner of the quilt and was about to reach out to pull it, but stopped.
It wasn't that it was out of reach, but in that corner, Jiang Lin saw blood stains.
Although it was not clear under the moonlight, he was sure that it was blood.
There is still a faint fragrance residue in the smell of vegetation and dust. It is not heavy, but it is enough for Jiang Lin, whose five senses are sharper than ordinary people.
There are people hiding under the ruins.
And it might be a woman!
At this juncture, who would sneak up and hide under the ruins of the dining shack in the blacksmith camp?
Jiang Lin was about to pull back cautiously, but a subtle voice came from his ears: "If you retreat again, I will kill you."
The voice was indifferent, young, and full of murderous intent.
Jiang Lin immediately stopped his movements and stared at the extended depths of the quilt, feeling that the hairs on his arms were about to stand up.
The remnants of Xuanhua Dao!
He screamed inwardly that he was unlucky. Didn't he say he was hiding in the city? Why did he run to the blacksmith camp?
It's not surprising when you think about it. The blacksmith camp is a group of rough blacksmiths. They are only stronger than ordinary people, and their martial arts skills are almost negligible.
Hiding here is far better than being in Kyoto.
Something floated over, and Jiang Lin could see clearly that it was a black pill.
"Eat it."
Jiang Lin was silent, but for only two seconds, the cold voice sounded again: "Eat or die!"
"Is this thing used to control my body, or to coerce me into helping you?" Jiang Lin asked.
"That's a lot of nonsense! Don't think that I don't dare to take action because the army is by my side. If I kill you, they won't be able to stop me from leaving!"
Jiang Lin was really thinking about whether he should take the risk and take the risk.
But he felt less and less familiar with this world.
A big battle in the city completely subverted the world's perception of combat power.
At this time, he remembered what Blacksmith Qi had said.
The dead are not important, the living are important. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with using dead people to gain some benefits for living people. Jiang Lin took a deep breath and said, "I can help you, but what good can I do?"
"The good thing is you're still alive."
"This is not enough." Jiang Lin's voice was firm: "If anyone finds out that I am involved with the remnants of Xuanhua Dao, I will definitely die. The same death, at the hands of the military, my family can still get a pension. I died because of you. , I’m afraid that the nine tribes will be killed, so I’ll call someone now!”
It doesn't matter to Jiang Lin whether he is at home or not.
But his words silenced the hidden man.
After a while, the voice came out again: "Are you really a blacksmith? You don't look like a good person."
"Then it's not your concern. Should we die together or give me benefits instead of threatening you with this so-called medicine? It's your choice," Jiang Lin said.
He would never take the medicine, who knows what it is for.
Rather than being coerced by others with unpredictable consequences, he prefers to take everything into his own hands.
Either die together or cooperate, this is Jiang Lin's choice.
"What benefit do you want?" the voice asked.
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"Tell me first, what is your status in Xuanhua Dao, and see if it's enough."
There was silence for a moment in the ruins, and then he said: "The master of Xuanhua Dao is my master. Among the one hundred and third generation disciples, I am the leader. Is this weight enough?"
The voice paused, and the voice said: "If you use my identity to receive the reward, don't talk about how many ranking officials you have."
"Such a temptation is very childish. No wonder you lost so easily." Jiang Lin said, already having a rough image of an inexperienced woman in his mind.
There was no sound in the ruins, but Jiang Lin vaguely felt a tingling sensation on his skin, and the murderous intent of the other party almost solidified.
Fortunately, she seemed to be wary of the presence of Miao Chuanfu and others, and her murderous intent immediately subsided, but her voice was a little colder: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want?"
"What's the rush?" Jiang Lin understood that he had taken the initiative.
He simply sat down next to him and said: "I have some questions to ask you. Let's go through them slowly. You tell me first, what do Yuanwu and Shenwu mean?"
After finally meeting someone from the Taoist sect, Jiang Lin didn't want to miss the opportunity to expand his knowledge base.
Even if you die, you should at least know more about this world.
"Above the ninth level of martial arts, there are the three realms of Yuanwu, Shenwu, and Daowu, which correspond to the Taoist spirit yuan, Shen yuan, and Dao yuan respectively." The woman's voice was mixed with a little sarcasm: "You are a little blacksmith, you know what these things are, Do you think you have a chance to reach the peak of martial arts in this life?”
"Too many words." Jiang Lin said unceremoniously: "Tell me what each of these realms can do. For example, in the Yuanwu realm, can you open mountains with one punch or cut off rivers with one palm?"
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From night to dawn the next day, Jiang Lin stretched and stood up from the ground.
"Okay, you stay here, I'm going to eat. But someone may come to clean the dining room later. You can decide where to hide it. Don't blame me if you are found."
"You want to leave?" The woman's voice was a little tired and colder.
After being asked questions by Jiang Lin all night, she was now a little confused and didn't know what the little blacksmith was going to do.
Even if Jiang Lin just wanted a pill that could prolong life, she wouldn't be as confused as she is now.
"If I don't leave, do I have to stay here with you? That would immediately make people see that something is wrong." Jiang Lin curled his lips and said, "Are all the people in Xuanhua Road as unintelligent as you?"
From the darkness of the ruins came the sound of gnashing teeth: "You are looking for death!"
"Stop pretending. If you really dared to take action, you wouldn't hide here all night, let alone answer my questions so patiently." Jiang Lin patted his butt and stepped forward: "I have already reminded you of what I should have reminded you. Use more. Use your brain.”
After that, he left directly.
There was silence under the ruins. After a long time, a low and angry voice came.
"Even a blacksmith is so scheming, there really isn't a good person in Daqian!"
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