Looking at the abandoned bastion in front of you, Jiang Yan could vaguely get from the wide and straight stone paths inside, dense rooms, and medium-sized warehouses one by one. Imagine the prosperity here when it was still intact.

There are traffic and bustling, and the air is filled with the smell of wealth.

It's just that, now, it's all the past.

Only fire and blood still exist, silently telling the trauma of some disasters.

Closed his eyes, Jiang Yan broke free from his sadness, forcing himself not to have too many associations, and he flew up and swept across the low altitude.

He was looking for a secret mark that belonged to the Baihe Chamber of Commerce, and used this to confirm whether there were any other survivors in the Night Lotus Stronghold of the Baihe Chamber of Commerce.

If there is, if there is still a mark, Jiang Yan doesn't mind saving him.

Moreover, he also needs to grasp more details through this matter.

Swish!

Suddenly, Jiang Yan stopped at the corner of an alleyway, poked out his palm, pulled out a square blue brick, and put it close to it, and took a closer look.

This is a brick that was also burned by the fire. The layer exposed outside is a bit black. There is a deep pit at the bottom of the left side, which is very obvious.

Jiang Yan rubbed his palms along the blue bricks, rubbing the darkness somewhere, revealing the original color of the bricks.

And at this position, the pattern is secretly portrayed:

The clouds are like waves, and behind them is a giant claw that is vaguely grasping towards the sky.

For ordinary people, this pattern is simpler and abstract than that of children's graffiti, but if you see it, you can recognize it at a glance.

“There are survivors.”

Jiang Yan clasped his hands together, crushed the blue bricks, and breathed silently:

"First go to the city to find out, ask these guys, and get more information."

After making this decision, Jiang Yan looked around again, looked at the situation of the Yehuai stronghold again, and stopped, crossed the not-wide auxiliary road and came outside the bastion.

Um?

Someone?

The warrior intuition told Jiang Yan that in front of him, in the relatively dense bush forest, there was a hidden vision looking here, silently looking at it.

"Is it the survivor of Yehuai stronghold? Or is it the spy left by the hostile force? Or is it just a simple observation of an irrelevant person?"

Thoughts arose, Jiang Yan did not hesitate and stepped forward. His whole body was suddenly wrapped in flames and exploded into a huge fireworks.

The next moment, he arrived in the bush forest.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Yan stared at the figure lying on the ground, and used the gaps in the jungle to stare closely at the figure in the direction of the castle. His eyebrows moved and suddenly made a sound.

"Ah?" The figure lying on his face had just fallen into the target and turned into flames. In the confusion that disappeared, a sudden inquiry came from behind.

Teng!

Aroused by this, the figure suddenly jumped up and turned around in mid-air, making a defensive posture.

At this time, Jiang Yan finally saw clearly what the figure who was peeping at him in secret was like.

This is a man who looks about forty years old, with a wide forehead, square face, brown hair and gray eyes, a large skeleton, but looks very thin.

He was wearing a gray linen shirt that the poor people often wore, holding a rusty dagger in his hand, and was nervously looking at Jiang Yan.

There was deep fear in the eyebrows and eyes.

Although he is a small person, he knows a little about martial arts, and knows that the young man in front of him must be a master.

The method of being able to turn into a rain of fire is beyond men's imagination.

"Who are you?" Jiang Yan saw that the gray-eyed man did not answer his question, so he had to repeat it and asked again.

The gray-eyed man still kept his stamina and prepared without any response.

Jiang Yan thought about it and clapped his palms horizontally.

boom!

The dazzling pillar of fire suddenly burst out, emitting dazzling light and indescribable high temperatures, which instantly penetrated the originally dense jungle and burned into a big hole that was not too regular.

Click!

Sweat quickly poured out from the gray-eyed man's forehead, face, and nose, gathered on his chin, falling like a stream.

"Answer my question." Jiang Yan asked in a low voice.

The gray-eyed man's body trembled violently, and he actually got rid of most of his nervousness. His voice trembled and replied:

"I...I am Qian Ajiu, a poor man from Yangliufang."

Jiang Yan's eyes flashed across the man's still worn clothes, and continued to ask without any expression:

“What are you doing here?

"Why are you peeking at me in secret?"

Qian Ajiu recovered a little flexible and replied without stutteringly:

"I came here to stare at the bastion and record whether there are strangers who will go there. If so, I will follow them secretly, remember the strangers' appearance, record where they are where they are, and notify the person who will notify them."

Sure enough... Jiang Yan nodded secretly, knowing that the guy in front of him was not an irrelevant person, but an eyeliner of hostile strength.

The harvest is pretty good, at least I know which enemy is?

He withdrew his gaze and asked expressionlessly:

"Who are you doing?"

Qian Ajiu did not hide it, and his answer was straightforward:

"I...I didn't do this for anyone, and I did it voluntarily."

"Oh?" Jiang Yan glanced at the gray-eyed man and became interested:

“Continue.”

At this time, Qian Ajiu suddenly raised his chest, his face became much rosy, and his voice turned into a loud voice:

"The envoy of God said that this battalion is the enemy of the sect and should be completely destroyed. I am usually blessed with the favor of the Holy Church, so I naturally have to make contributions at this time.

"I don't know martial arts, so I can only do something to find out about the news."

Seeing the gray-eyed man with a bold and crazy look, Jiang Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a little cold in his heart.

He had thought about the enemy here in Yehuai, including local sects, aristocratic families, officials for free, and traversing forces to cross and rob, but he did not expect that it was a "holy religion" who secretly made a fool of himself.

Sect, when Jiang Yan thinks of this name, he feels a headache. When he thinks of the sects he has come into contact with and heard of, there is no good deed at all. They are extremely evil and extremely powerful forces.

This is true whether it is the powerful and weird congregation of the human race.

Huh... Jiang Yan let out a hidden breath, temporarily suppressed all his emotions, and asked:

"So, which sect do you belong to."

The gray-eyed man was silent for a few breaths, and then responded quickly:

"I belong to the Holy Bones."

After saying this, he put his left hand on his forehead, slowly slid to his heart, then bowed slightly, and said:

"All spirits and all things enter the Kingdom of White Bones."

The Bone Sect? Which Sect that believes in the Bone Bodhisattva?

Jiang Yan's expression moved, and when he left Ye Huai, he smiled with a sigh when he smiled when he was trying to save the poor outside the city.

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