Chapter 367 What impression do you have?

Despite this, the workers did not leave. Under the leadership of the Seventh Brother, they and the villagers piled all the bodies of the dead barbarians aside.

Mo Chuhan attached great importance to the person who was shot to death by He Zhiran with a crossbow arrow.

After all, his identity is suspicious, and it would be great if we could find some clues from him.

Seventh Brother was no stranger to searches. In the past, when he was in war, he would do the same thing when he captured the enemy generals. He first searched the barbarian commander's body.

In addition to a token that looks somewhat special, there is also a small porcelain bottle that seems to contain a poisonous insect.

The Seventh Brother did not dare to move the small porcelain bottle, for he was afraid of causing trouble. He decided to wait for his Ninth Brother's wife to make the decision later.

He put the small porcelain bottle away and then took the token to examine it carefully.

He always felt that he had seen this token somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was.

Just when he was feeling frustrated, two people suddenly appeared in front of him.

The people who came were Mo Chuhan and Meng Huaining.

Mo Chuhan knew that the situation was urgent, so he did not ride a horse into the city. Instead, he used his Qinggong skills to the fastest speed.

The same thing happened when they came back. Meng Huaining was also a person who knew martial arts. They both knew that their lightness skills were much faster than riding a horse, so they used their lightness skills together to rush back.

As for the officials, they were left far behind.

When the Seventh Brother saw the two of them, he quickly showed him the token that had troubled him for a long time.

"You've arrived just in time. Take a look at this token. Does it make any impression?"

Mo Chuhan also frowned when he saw the token.

"Seventh Brother, what is this?"

Brother Seven nodded towards the commander's corpse on the ground and said, "I found it on him."

Mo Chuhan took the sign, looked it over and over, and then returned it to Seventh Brother.

"I've never seen this thing."

Meng Huaining also stretched his head to look, but also didn't recognize him.

It’s okay not to know him, but he is more careful than the two Mo brothers.

"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, look, the pattern on this sign is a bit strange. It looks a bit like the leaves of a datura."

After Meng Huaining's reminder, the two brothers also discovered it.

"You know what, the pattern is indeed similar to the leaves of Datura." said the Seventh Brother.

Then the three of them looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.

"Mandula is the national flower of southern Xinjiang. Could this incident be related to southern Xinjiang?" Seventh Brother couldn't help but ask.

This is also what Meng Huaining and Myna guessed.

"I think it's very likely that the people from southern Xinjiang are behind this." Mo Chuhan's tone was a little displeased.

Meng Huaining was not so arbitrary. He looked at the barbarians who were not knocked unconscious and walked over.

"I'm asking you, does the commander speak with the local accent of your barbarians?"

Meng Huaining came wearing an official uniform. Since ancient times, the common people have been afraid of officials, and these barbarians are no exception. Especially since they have committed robbery against the people of Dashun, they are even more terrified.

Therefore, when Meng Huaining asked questions, they all rushed to answer, hoping that they could get the opportunity to redeem themselves from their crimes.

"I know, sir."

"Sir, that man speaks differently from us. He is definitely not a barbarian."

"Sir, he speaks with a southern accent. I went to the south a few years ago, so I can definitely tell the difference."

"grown ups……"

Now, what else do the Mo brothers and Meng Huaining not understand?

Judging from the words of these barbarians and the token, this commander was sent from southern Xinjiang.

"Could it be that Southern Xinjiang and the barbarians are colluding with each other and planning to jointly declare war on Dashun?" Mo Chuhan expressed his guess.

Seventh Brother touched his chin and frowned, saying, "It's possible."

Although the Mohists were exiled and hated Emperor Shunwu and the imperial court, their deep-rooted patriotic ideas could not disappear just like that.

When I heard that foreign enemies were going to attack Dashun, I instinctively had an urge to resist.

But they soon realized their current identity.

The Seventh Brother sighed and patted Meng Huaining's shoulder: "As for what happened to this matter, only Brother Meng can worry about it. My Mo family just wants to live a peaceful and stable life now."

Meng Huaining could fully understand the feelings of the Mo brothers. After all, his own family had also been suppressed by Emperor Shunwu.

However, the Meng family was better off than the Mo family and was not exiled. His family placed all their hopes of turning things around on him.

Therefore, no matter how much Meng Huaining disregarded the imperial court, he could not sit idly by in the face of such a major event.

"Well, I'll sort it out later and write a memorial to report to the capital."

When he said writing a memorial, he actually meant writing a letter to Fei Nanyu.

Although he didn't have much contact with Fei Nanyu, he could feel that they were kindred spirits.

Especially since Fei Nanyu helped him a lot with the plague, it was all thanks to Fei Nanyu that he was able to come to Yuncheng to take up his post instead of being dismissed from his post due to his crimes.

No matter which point he considered, he would choose to inform Fei Nanyu of the news.

Of course, the Mo brothers don’t care who Meng Huaining reports this matter to. What they need to solve right now is the issue of whether these barbarians should stay or go, and the protection of their homes in Xiling Village must also be put on the agenda.

Whether it was the barbarians or the southern border, they were all afraid of his Mo family.

Even though they no longer intend to contribute to the court, outsiders do not know what they are thinking.

Therefore, it is very necessary for the Mohist school to be vigilant in the future, and the first thing to do is to protect themselves.

The seventh brother looked at the barbarians with pleading expressions on their faces and asked Meng Huaining.

“Brother Meng, what are you going to do with these people?”

On the way, Mo Chuhan had already told Meng Huaining the general situation that happened here.

He knew that the barbarians captured by the Mo brothers were all ordinary people.

At the same time, he also knew that the barbarians did have a hard life. From their skinny appearance, it could be concluded that they must be extremely hungry.

There must be something hateful about pitiful people. Meng Huaining did not sympathize with them, but felt that if this continued, the safety of the people in Yuncheng would be difficult to guarantee.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the situation, He Zhiran had finished treating the wounded and was being helped over here by his guilty eighth sister-in-law.

"Brother Meng, Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, how is the matter being handled?" He Zhiran asked.

A trend has now formed in the Mo family, which is to follow the lead of Mo Jiuye and his wife.

When Mo Jiuye was at home, they would go to them to discuss everything, big or small.

Therefore, when they saw He Zhiran asking, they told him everything they knew.

He Zhiran felt somewhat annoyed when he heard that he had killed the most crucial person.

In a hurry, she had no choice.

Seeing that she had not responded yet, Seventh Brother quickly took out the small porcelain bottle.

"Look, sister-in-law, this is what I found on that person. I suspected it might contain poisonous insects, so I didn't dare to open it rashly."