Zi Que 'er held onto Lian Lian' er's hand and held it gently as she sent a voice transmission to console her. "Little Sister Lian 'er is innocent and she has always been close to her husband. There's no way she would harbor any ill intentions towards him. There must be something fishy about this."
"En!"
Bai Xun 'er's expression calmed down and she nodded gratefully.
"Lang Yuan and the Wolf Guards, listen up!"
Zi Que 'er ordered loudly. As the leader of a clan, no matter how sad she was, she could only suppress the grief and force herself to calm down.
"Yes!"
Lang Yuan and the Wolf Guards knelt down on one knee and cupped their fists.
The neat and uniform movements and the sound of agreement that seemed to come from the same person at the same time caused everyone to be moved, and their eyes revealed looks of admiration.
"Surround Nian Nu Jiao immediately and bring everyone back to the mansion for investigation. Don't let anyone go."
Zi Que 'er ordered loudly with a frosty face.
"Yes!"
All the Wolf Guards shouted in unison. After cupping their fists and bowing, they got up and mounted their mounts at the same time. Although there were only a few thousand Wolf Guards, they were like a magnificent army with tens of thousands of horses and horses.
At the same time, under Lang Kui's command, eight million soldiers were stationed at all the entrances and exits of Thousand Demon City. They only allowed entry but not exit. They would not rest until they found the murderer of their commander.
The entire Thousand Demon City immediately went into a state of military control. There were sentries every few steps on the streets, strictly checking every passerby, causing everyone to tremble in fear. They did not know what had happened to cause such a huge commotion.
Remembering Slave Shop's main door was tightly shut. Lang Yuan led the Wolf Cavalry and directly kicked the door open. What entered his nostrils was a thick stench of blood. His heart immediately sank, and he cried out in alarm, "Not good!" He quickly rushed into the backyard, and his expression immediately became incomparably gloomy.
Dozens of corpses, including Shopkeeper Lyu's and Yuan Xiu's corpses, were strewn across the backyard. Looking at their aggrieved expressions, the murderer must be someone they were familiar with.
Lang Yuan's face was as dark as water. He punched the wall fiercely and said dejectedly, "We came too late. They were all killed."
"These people were killed not long ago. It's all those old things' fault. If not for them delaying us, we might have been able to catch the murderer."
A wolf guard said angrily.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Have everyone surround this place tightly. Don't let even a fly out. A few people come with me to investigate the scene. Don't miss any clues and don't miss any corner."
Lang Yuan braced himself and touched the wound of the dead man. He brought the fresh blood to his nose and sniffed it. His eyes immediately lit up as he looked around vigilantly. He calmly ordered.
"Right Commander, are you saying that the murderer is still here and hasn't escaped?"
The Wolf Guard became spirited as he asked excitedly.
"The blood of these dead people is still warm, which means that they were just killed not long ago, and we are not slow either. It is very likely that the murderer did not have time to escape, and is hiding in this slave shop. Everyone be careful, this murderer is not weak, don't let him escape."
Lang Yuan grabbed the hilt of his saber and shouted.
"Yes, Lord Right Commander!"
When the Wolf Guards heard this, they immediately perked up. Their hands gripped the hilt of their swords and their muscles tensed up, ready to strike at any time.
Just as the Wolf Guards surrounded the slave shop so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through, they began to search every inch of the land vigilantly. Suddenly, something strange happened.
"Kacha!"
A "corpse" that was originally lying in a pool of blood, dressed in a slave shop's attire and covered in blood, suddenly leaped up and killed like a falcon swooping down from the sky. He twisted the neck of a Wolf Guard who was at the very back of the group behind Lang Yuan and the others, snatched the long saber from his hand, and swung it outwards without stopping.
The murderer dashed out.
"Stop him!"
Lang Yuan's heart trembled. With a shout, he drew his saber and chased after the murderer. He was extremely vexed in his heart. How could he have overlooked the corpses and allowed the murderer to hide among them?
"Clang!"
The Wolf Guards surrounding the perimeter were already on guard. When they heard the shout, they immediately unsheathed their long sabers as if they were facing a great enemy. Three people formed a battle formation, and the light from their sabers surged as they slashed at the murderer.
The murderer was extremely skilled. In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, he advanced instead of retreating. He suddenly sped up and charged into the saber formation, causing the three Wolf Guards to be stunned. Their movements involuntarily slowed down. After all, their goal was to capture the murderer alive, not to kill him.
It was in this moment of delay that the murderer crashed into the arms of one of the Wolf Guards and sent him flying. Although he had also suffered two slashes, none of his vitals were injured. He continued to run outwards without any hesitation.
"Trying to leave? No way!"
The three Wolf Guards' blockade was broken, but the nearby Wolf Guards were not slow to react. After a cold shout, more than ten Wolf Guards formed three saber nets, sealing off the murderer's escape route. The saber flashes filled the air. If the murderer still wanted to force his way out like before, he would definitely be hacked to death by a flurry of sabers.
In the blink of an eye, the murderer's body twisted in a strange manner. He ignored the laws of physics and suddenly stopped in his tracks. The strong difference between extreme movement and extreme stillness made the Wolf Guards feel suffocated, as if they had punched air with all their might. The saber nets also slashed at empty air.
Just as the Wolf Guards were about to recover from their previous attack, the murderer suddenly moved. With a forceful stomp, his body shot out like an arrow released from a bow. He directly charged out of the Wolf Guards' encirclement and fled into the distance without looking back. He even let out a long howl and shouted disdainfully, "What bullsh * t War God Wolf Guards are you? You're nothing more than this!"
"Shoot!"
Ever since the Wolf Guards followed the Marshal, they had always been invincible. Although they were not arrogant, they thought highly of themselves. Now that they had let the murderer charge out of the encirclement despite being surrounded by thousands of people, the Wolf Guards felt their faces burning with embarrassment. How could they bear it? With a furious shout, the hundred Wolf Guards uniformly took out the crossbows on their backs and fired.
These crossbows were the repeating crossbows that Ding Ning had personally forged for them. They had terrifying penetrative power and could even pose a great threat to a pinnacle Daemon King at close range.
Pfft pfft pfft!
The repeated crossbows fired, instantly sealing off the murderer's escape route. The densely packed crossbow bolts nailed into the ground like steel nails, forcing the murderer to turn around and flee.
"Shoot!"
Another round of shots from over a hundred Wolf Guards. Although the murderer's speed was extremely terrifying, leaving afterimages in the air, he still could not dodge in time. He felt pain in his legs and blood splattered everywhere. He fell to the ground with a thud. When he looked down, he realized that his legs had been pierced by over a dozen crossbows.
"The Wolf Guards can die, but the Marshal cannot be humiliated!"
At this moment, Lang Yuan had already caught up and shouted with a cold expression.
The Wolf Guards all heaved a sigh of relief and surrounded the murderer. They aimed their crossbows at the murderer. If they let him escape again, the Wolf Guards would lose all face.
The murderer sat on the ground with his head lowered. He reached out to pull out the crossbow bolts from his legs one by one, letting the blood flow freely. His forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain and his blood-stained face was contorted, but he did not make a sound.
"What a tough guy. What a pity."
Lang Yuan's expression changed, and he gave a heartfelt sigh of admiration.
One had to know that the crossbow bolts had pierced through the murderer's legs. Moreover, the crossbow bolts were covered in barbs. Every time one was pulled out, it was no different from tearing off a large piece of flesh. One could imagine the pain, but this murderer did not even make a sound. He was indeed a tough nut to crack.
"Don't think that you are truly invincible just because you have won the war. Although we have lost, we do not lack heroes."
Although the murderer could not stand, he still straightened his back and spoke proudly.
"You are from the Black Tiger Clan?"
Lang Yuan's eyes narrowed as he asked in a low voice.
The murderer laughed arrogantly. "Hahaha, that's right. My name is Lan Fang, the seventh son of the Black Tiger King."
Lang Yuan's expression changed slightly. He asked in confusion, "Victory and defeat are common in war. The Alliance Council did not exterminate your clan. Furthermore, from what I know, your father does not value you at all. Why do you still insist on going about things the wrong way?"
"Stubborn?"
Lan Fang laughed bitterly. "Regardless of whether my father values me or not, as a son, the hatred of killing my father and brother is absolutely irreconcilable. How can I be stubborn?"
Lang Yuan and the others fell silent. Although they did not know why Lan Fang was so stubborn, the reason he gave was indeed impeccable. Although they hated Lan Fang for killing their commander, they also felt a trace of respect from the bottom of their hearts. If they were in his shoes, would they be able to do what Lan Fang did?
"Although you are admirable, you must pay the price for killing our commander. Tell me, how many accomplices do you have?"
Lang Yuan quickly put away his feelings of sympathy and asked seriously.
Lan Fang suddenly smiled happily. "That dog Ding Ning is really dead. It's good that he died. Hahaha, I have avenged myself. My death is not to be regretted. Hahaha, this is great, this is great …"
"Shut up. Tell me, how many accomplices do you have and where are they hiding?"
Lang Yuan respected Ding Ning as if he was a god. How could he tolerate others insulting him? He immediately shouted angrily and slapped Lan Fang's mouth with the back of his saber.
With a loud thud, Lan Fang fell to the ground with his face facing the sky. He tilted his head and spat out a few blood-stained teeth. Then, he opened his bloody mouth and laughed in an extremely carefree and strange manner. He said in a muffled voice, "I have a lot of accomplices, and they are spread all over the Thousand Goblins Territory. If you have the ability, go and catch them, hahahaha …"
"You are courting death. Are you not afraid that your actions will cause your Black Tiger Clan to be exterminated?"
Lang Yuan's entire body was trembling as he asked through gritted teeth.
"If my clan is exterminated, then so be it. I can't wait for all those cowards to die. I must exterminate my clan. That way, I won't have any more regrets. Hahaha!"
Lan Fang laughed maniacally. Blood flowed continuously from the corner of his mouth. His laughter became softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
"Not good, he wants to kill himself. Stop him!"
Lang Yuan's expression changed and he shouted in panic.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Lan Fang was still laughing maniacally when he suddenly shouted, "You have to live!" His head suddenly drooped down and he had already breathed his last.
The Wolf Guards had ugly expressions on their faces. Although they had captured the murderer, they did not obtain any useful information from him. They did not know how many accomplices he had or where he was hiding. This made them feel a deep sense of helplessness.
Lang Yuan furrowed his brows as his mind raced. What did Lan Fang mean by that last sentence before she died? And who was he shouting at?
"Not good, abandon the rook to save the king. He is not the real murderer!"
A thought suddenly flashed through Lang Yuan's mind and he cried out involuntarily. He turned around and ran madly towards the slave shop.
The Wolf Guards looked at each other in dismay, but they quickly came to their senses. Their expressions changed drastically as they followed behind Lang Yuan to the slave shop.
The smell of blood in Nian Nu's body was still strong. Lang Yuan stood silently in the courtyard, vexed at the sight of yet another corpse missing from the pool of blood. His face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
Just who could make Lan Fang work so hard? Luring all the Wolf Guards away to buy time for the real murderer to escape?
He had never felt such a sense of defeat and dejection, causing a ball of fire to burn in his chest. Unable to vent it, he let out an unwilling roar towards the sky.
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