Chirp—chirp—
After Zhao Yiming returned to the house, he made two long insect-like chirping sounds.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Jingyu appeared in front of him.
"Master, there is nothing special in these rooms except that they hold the hostages." Without receiving any other instructions from Zhao Yiming, he checked the rooms again by himself.
Zhao Yiming nodded. "Got it. Let's go check out the back mountain tonight. There might be a lot of people up there. Be careful not to alert the enemy."
The two men carefully groped their way to the back of the mountain, but when they reached a place full of graves halfway up the mountain, they didn't see any human figures, not even a ghost.
Didn’t we say there might be a lot of people?
"Master, could we be mistaken? This place is so remote, is there really anyone here?"
Zhao Yiming frowned. He knew Tian An couldn't be wrong, let alone lie to him. So, they must have overlooked something.
"Don't let your guard down, be careful." Since his master said so, Jingyu immediately became extremely alert.
Zhao Yiming squinted his eyes and observed the place carefully, his gaze sweeping over every inch of land bit by bit, trying not to miss any clues.
Suddenly his eyes fixed on the graves.
Yes, it's the grave. This grave looks fine, but in fact, the grave itself is the biggest problem.
In the courtyard at the foot of the mountain, apart from Xiao Qingheng's men, there were also those who were captured by them. However, Zhao Yiming dared to believe that no matter which of these two types of people died, at most they would be wrapped in straw mats and buried directly. How could they be buried with a tombstone?
In doubt, he came to a nearby grave. The tombstone was very old and the words on it could no longer be seen clearly. It was undoubtedly a very old grave.
Preliminary judgment shows that this tomb is at least a hundred years old, far exceeding the time when King Wenxuan rose to power, which shows that this tomb is definitely not the masterpiece of King Wenxuan and his gang.
Looking at the other graves, most of them are quite old, and there is not a single new grave nearby.
From this, we can infer that this village was not actually discovered first by King Wenxuan and his men.
Zhao Yiming speculated that there should have been original residents here, but later it was discovered by King Wenxuan for some unknown reason. He directly occupied it and developed it into his secret base, turning what should have been a paradise into a place of sin.
However, Zhao Yiming and his team did not find any trace of the indigenous residents in the houses at the foot of the mountain that had been converted into prisons.
So, where are the original inhabitants now? Were they driven away, imprisoned, or killed?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yiming suddenly thought of the strong man who came down the mountain with a backpack that Tian An mentioned. Maybe they are still there.
So there really was a big secret hidden in the mountain behind. At this moment, Zhao Yiming was extremely glad that he did not rashly break into the farmyard outside the mountain.
Otherwise, all this information would be missed.
At this moment, a strange noise came from the largest tomb not far away.
Zhao Yiming and Jingyu immediately became alert and looked for a place to hide nearby.
After a while, the originally heavy tombstone moved to the side, and light came out from inside.
Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed in a long robe and looking like a frail scholar walked out of the "grave" first, followed closely by a strong man with his upper body naked and beads of sweat on his forehead and body.
After the two of them came out, four or five strong men came out of the "grave" one after another.
Two of them were dressed in black and walked behind the middle-aged scholar as soon as they came out of the "tomb". They seemed to be his followers and guards.
The other three, like the first shirtless strong man who came out, had beads of sweat glistening all over their muscular bodies.
The leading burly man took a box from the hands of his subordinates behind him and handed it to the middle-aged scholar in a flattering manner, nodding and bowing, "Mr. Hu, this is a small token of my appreciation. Please speak well of us in front of the prince when you return."
The middle-aged scholar known as Mr. Hu took the box with ease, opened it, took a look, and then closed it. He put the box back into his sleeve pocket. Then, a false smile appeared on his face and he said, "Don't worry! Captain Guo did a great job. I will definitely report to Zhao Shi."
"In that case, thank you, Mr. Hu." Captain Guo smiled flatteringly.
Mr. Hu waved his hand pretentiously, "We are all working for our master, and I am also doing my job impartially. Captain Guo, there is no need to be so polite."
The two of them politely gave way to each other, and Captain Guo then politely said, "It's late at night and the road is difficult to travel. I, Guo, will give Mr. Hu a ride!"
"How can we delay Captain Guo's important task? Hu can go down the mountain on his own."
Seeing the two of them separate, Zhao Yiming quickly gestured to Jingyu, asking him to stay here and keep an eye on Captain Guo and his group, while he himself would follow Mr. Hu.
Hu was supported by two guards as he walked down the mountain. He entered a courtyard and came out holding a carrier pigeon. After releasing it, he waved back and said, "Let's go!"
When Zhao Yiming saw the carrier pigeon fly out of the yard, he hurriedly took out an unusual short whistle from his lapel and put it in his mouth and blew it hard.
But the whistle in his hand did not make a sharp sound like an ordinary whistle.
Instead, it made a short, low sound, like the chirping of some insect, which was not abrupt even in the silent night.
After blowing the whistle several times to form a special instruction, he put it back into his lapel.
When I looked up again, Mr. Hu was already leading a team of people and horses pulling several carts of things to the village entrance.
They used two horses to pull the carriage that was originally pulled by one horse, but they could still feel the horses' effort, which shows how heavy the things on the carriage were.
Zhao Yiming did not follow them immediately. After they left, he retreated to the foot of the nearest mountain and took out the whistle he had just used and blew it again.
The next second, two white eagles swooped down from the sky and landed steadily in front of him. Upon closer inspection, Zhuifeng's sharp claws were still holding the carrier pigeon that had just flown out of the yard.
Zhao Yiming took down the small bamboo bucket containing the letter from under the pigeon's feet, opened it and took a look, then rolled it up again.
He took out a booklet and a pen from his pocket and quickly gave a brief description of the situation here. Then he rolled up the letter he had written and the previous one, and put them into the mailbox on Zhuifeng's claws.
After waving his hand and asking Zhuifeng to deliver the letter to the palace, he picked up his pen again and wrote a short letter of instructions, asking Zhuyue to send it to An Yi and others outside.
When he caught up with Mr. Hu's team again, he was saying goodbye to Xiao Qingheng.
When facing Xiao Qingheng, Mr. Hu, who had just been arrogant towards Captain Guo, was extremely flattering, even more so than Captain Guo.
Xiao Qingheng casually opened the carriage and took a look at the things inside, then impatiently urged him to hurry up, "Be careful on the road. If anything goes wrong, watch your head."
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Highness. I will escort you carefully and ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Just when Xiao Qingheng was checking things, Zhao Yiming took the opportunity to clearly see the blade emitting a cold light on the carriage.
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