Chapter 1620

It was fishy and hot, and the residual heat of the explosion was still very high. Just looking at this scene, he knew that the battle just now could no longer be described as intense; it was tragic.

He had long expected that the battle between these two great puppet masters would be extremely dangerous.

Just now, he heard the conversation between Dong Rui and Cao Wendao through the Eyeball Spider, including Dong Rui's two loud shouts, as if he had been hit.

In front of Qingyang, He Lingchuan was also helpless; this was Dong Rui's own choice.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Qingyang. Among those present, Qingyang was the oldest and had the most experience.

But Qingyang also shook her head: "Never seen it."

She wasn't lying; although Cao Wendao occasionally contacted her, he wouldn't report to her how many puppets he had under his command or what varieties they were.

But this inexplicably appearing fat-headed fish, no matter how one looked at it, should be Cao Wendao's.

Old Cao's fish had been killed; could he himself be okay? Qingyang's heart felt heavy.

It seemed she had only blocked He Xiao, but hadn't blocked other fierce gods of different paths.

Everyone searched around again, but couldn't find Cao Wendao's figure; instead, they found more and more strange corpses, like... like deformed monsters.

This was a Shura field, with corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing everywhere. Standing here, everyone felt the evening wind filled with the smell of blood.

Why did the monsters die here? Were they killing each other? Zhao Song whispered to He Lingchuan: "Island Master He, what do you think of this?"

He Xiao had previously said there were assassins near Yongquan Shanzhuang; Zhao Song hadn't expected to encounter such a big battle!

"I don't understand it either." He Lingchuan shook his head blankly, "There are so many dead monsters, but not a single human corpse."

He added in a low voice: "Didn't we catch two living ones? Does Brother Zhao want to go back and interrogate them?"

Zhao Song nodded.

Qingyang was not far away and heard their conversation perfectly, so she looked at the two unconscious prisoners.

Zhao Song immediately sent people to collect clues so that they could be reported to the King after dawn.

This took more than two quarters of an hour.

During this period, Qingyang also personally inspected the scene.

The traces of the fight here were shocking; one of the warring parties must have been Cao Wendao's puppets.

Then, who was his opponent?

He Xiao's words just now reminded her that there wasn't a single human corpse here, except for Cao Wendao's two disciples.

Did the enemy who ambushed him pick up their own fallen teammates, or was it that the one who attacked wasn't human at all?

Following this line of thought, looking at the wounds on the puppets at the scene, they didn't look like they were caused by weapons like swords, spears, or halberds; two thick-skinned puppets even had their muscles and bones broken, dying from heavy blunt force.

Thinking of this, Qingyang subconsciously looked back at He Lingchuan. Cao Wendao was certain that this person had a puppet master by his side and had mentioned Wei Yishan several times.

Based on her understanding of Cao Wendao, compared to He Xiao, this guy was probably more interested in Wei Yishan.

He Xiao had indeed been stalled by her, but he still had accomplices in secret, right?

So, did Cao Wendao have a big battle with Wei Yishan? He Lingchuan noticed her probing gaze: "Regent, any discoveries?"

"Nothing." Qingyang looked down at the giant fish in the soil, "I just feel that things are unpredictable, and fate is truly wonderful."

At this time, Zhao Song also walked over: "The scene investigation is complete, no clues of living people."

He Lingchuan was still pondering Qingyang's words and nodded upon hearing this: "Then I'll return to the villa first."

"Rest well after you go back; after dawn, the government might send people to your door to ask questions and take notes."

He Lingchuan smiled: "Okay, as it should be."

Zhao Song was so easy to talk to because the target was He Lingchuan. If anyone else encountered these things, they would have to rush to the government office to take notes now, and they wouldn't be released without being tossed around for an hour or two.

"It seems the assassin has slipped away again." He Lingchuan sighed and turned to Qingyang: "Regent, shall we part ways here?"

Qingyang had no reason to stop him either: "Okay, see you in a few days."

Better not to see each other, He Lingchuan beckoned, and the group followed him as he turned around to return home.

As for the carriages and corpses by the creek, there were special people left behind to clean up and report to the officials.

Qingyang also led her group away.

Before disappearing into the darkness, He Lingchuan looked back at her retreating figure, lost in thought.

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Returning to Yongquan Shanzhuang, the incident of refugees attacking the villa had basically come to an end; several leaders were caught, and the others were beaten and thrown out.

The people in the villa were packing up things and registering losses, diligent and busy. He Lingchuan had already requested that after dawn, the cooks must still cook as usual, the servants must still clean as usual, and the guards must still patrol as usual.

Everything must be as usual.

But an accident happened immediately: the two prisoners Zhao Song brought back from Taoxi were dead.

These two were unconscious until they died, and the palace guards watching them didn't know when they had stopped breathing.

They already had multiple wounds on their bodies; who knew which one was newly added? He Lingchuan looked solemn: "The living ones are gone, what a pity."

But he knew in his heart that this was nine-tenths Qingyang's doing, and it was done right by Taoxi. Wasn't it easy for her to kill these two people without anyone knowing? Looking at Zhao Song's expression, he seemed to think the same.

Two eyewitnesses were silenced, so no one knew what happened by the creek, and of course, it wouldn't involve Cao Wendao.

But Qingyang didn't know that Cao Wendao's second disciple, Yang Chi, had already been captured.

Zhao Song immediately requested to interrogate the prisoner Yang Chi.

The Yangshan guards didn't beat him or abuse him, gave him food and drink, and kept him alone in a small dark room.

On the way back to the villa, He Lingchuan finished the summary in a few words, so Zhao Song's first question was: "Was it your master who wanted to take Island Master He's life?"

Yang Chi had already been tamed: "Yes."

"What is his name?"

"Cao Wendao."

"What does he usually do?"

"Puppet master."

Zhao Song didn't understand: "Puppet master? What is a puppet?"

A puppet master is a niche, rare profession that most people have never heard of.

Yang Chi explained it once, and Zhao Song was moved: "The monster corpses lying everywhere by Taoxi are puppets?"

Now it was Yang Chi's turn to be surprised: "What?"

Those strange-looking monsters were modified puppets? Zhao Song immediately had some associations: "Wait, two strange monsters appeared in Little Peach Shanzhuang, one with a tiger body and a scissor tail, the other a wild boar with spikes all over its body; do you know their origins?"

General Xue's death shocked the court. He had heard about the details.

Yang Chi muttered: "They, they were modified by my master's sect."

Zhao Song's expression was solemn; this was a major breakthrough in General Xue's case!

But Yang Chi immediately added: "But they were taken away by the Black Armor Army at Greenery Shanzhuang, and we don't know why they appeared at Little Peach Shanzhuang. My, my master also came to investigate this matter."