"You're leaving now? I plan to hold a banquet to thank you and celebrate your victory." Dongchuan Hou said hypocritically.

Qin Qiao'er shook her head, her eyes fell on the corpses in the pool of blood, and she said sadly, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Marquis, but we really don't have the heart to go to the banquet to celebrate. I believe you are also immersed in mourning, Lord Hou In the pain of the son, there is really no way to force a smile and hold a banquet for us. However, when the marquis has repelled the Qingtang barbarians, even if we cannot come to Qingtang to congratulate the marquis, we will congratulate the victory of the marquis from the capital. ."

Hearing Qin Qiao'er mentioning her dead son, Dongchuan Hou also showed his acting skills, showing a look of enduring the pain.

"Since that's the case, then I won't force you all. When the Qingtang is repelled and I return to Beijing to report my duties, I will invite Commander Qin and all the red-clothed messengers to have a good drink to make up for the regrets of today."

After saying this, the Duke of Dongchuan turned his head and instructed Ma Chao: "Bring a few people and **** Commander Qin to lead them out of the city."

"Yes." Ma Chao surrendered.

Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiao'er's eyes were quiet for a moment, and they were very clear that Dongchuan Hou said that he was sending people to **** them, but in fact he asked Ma Chao to monitor them to see if they really wanted to leave Qingtangwei and whether they would play tricks along the way.

However, in such a situation, Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiao'er had long since predicted that they were not nervous and flustered, but instead thanked Dongchuan Hou.

Soon, several red-clothed messengers carried the bodies of their companions on the ground, and under the **** of Ma Chao, they returned to the inn to pack up their things, and then left the city.

After watching them leave, Marquis Dongchuan let out blood, and checked the surroundings carefully to determine that there was indeed a summoning ceremony here, but it was interrupted in the middle, and there was still chaotic energy left at the scene.

"It seems that what these red-clothed messengers said is basically true, but they should have made some concealment. For example, most of them have some very powerful spiritual items on them, so that they can interrupt the summoning ceremony of the Qingtang wizard and prevent the ghost king from coming. …”

Dongchuanhou thought in his heart, but he didn't worry too much.

On the one hand, according to his understanding, the stronger the power of the supernatural item, the greater the side effects.

Those red-clothed messengers who died in battle might be victims of the side effects of supernatural items.

As long as you take precautions in advance and are careful enough, even if the red-clothed messengers use supernatural items, they can only hurt themselves.

On the other hand, the red-clothed messenger seemed to be leaving Qingtangwei.

As long as they really leave, there is no need to worry. Although in the past few days, the red-clothed messengers have been secretly investigating a lot of data files in Qingtangwei's yamen at all levels, but Dongchuan Hou is confident that they can't find anything, so they identify the red-clothed messenger The messenger is really going, and really wants to get married.

Since people are going to leave, it doesn't matter to Dongchuanhou whether they have supernatural objects on them.

Dongchuan Hou never imagined that his son had missed the point, and not only was heard by these red-clothed messengers, but also recorded by them.

If he knew about this, he would definitely find a way to make the red-clothed messenger die at the hands of Qingtang barbarians or bandit demons after they left the city, so that the evidence could be destroyed!

Even with his lame son, he changed from fake death to real death!

You can't even control your own mouth, what are you still alive? When he died, he was able to gain some sympathy points in front of the imperial court and the emperor.

Wei Guo is guarding the border, and even the eldest son has entered. Can't you prove my loyalty to Dongchuan Hou?

Although the death of a son would cost a lot, the world is becoming more and more unbalanced, and there will be chaos and thieves everywhere.

At that time, he will naturally have the opportunity to avenge his dead son! There might be a name for it.

Although Marquis Dongchuan did not know that the red-clothed messenger had obtained evidence of his collusion with Qingtang, he was seriously considering and hesitating whether or not his eldest son should die...

On the other side, Qin Shaoyou and others began to pack up after returning to the inn.

Although Ma Chao didn't follow up with the independent courtyard, he led people to closely monitor the inn.

Qin Qiao'er glanced back and whispered, "These guys really don't even bother to cover up."

"Anyway, we're going to leave, what are they doing to cover up? And they have good excuses. They stay outside the door so that we can come to help in time when we need it. Listen, how enthusiastic."

Cui Youkui saw that he had learned the way of yin and yang very well.

Qin Shaoyou was checking the human skin puppets, and saw that all the wounds disguised by the human skin puppets had been stabbed.

This is what Ma Chao did quietly when he was doing an inspection before.

Fortunately, it was a human skin puppet, instead of letting a living person pretend to be a corpse, otherwise, even if it was not exposed, it would have to be stabbed. And most of the stabbed parts are still critical, the knife is still poisoned, and it is easy to make people fake death.

But even the human skin puppets began to show signs of air leakage after being stabbed.

Fortunately, there are not many leaks, and the puppets have not been changed back to their original shape.

"Marquis Dongchuan and his subordinates are really cautious." Qin Shaoyou sneered.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, but through debating and listening, he heard that outside the courtyard, Ma Chao was sending someone to fetch a supernatural item called the Listening Horn.

Although he did not know the use of the listening horn, Qin Shaoyou knew that listening to the divine beast had the ability to identify all things in the world.

This supernatural item called the listening angle is estimated to be used to distinguish the true from the false.

"They are still doubting the authenticity of the body? Or are they trying to determine whether our departure is true or false?"

Qin Shaoyou raised his brows slightly~lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't expect that under Dongchuanhou's hands, there were such supernatural objects, it seemed that some changes had to be made in the plan.

He immediately arranged for people, got some firewood, and let Cui Youkui ignite it. In front of Ma Chao and others outside the courtyard, he threw several human skin puppets into different fires one by one.

When Ma Chao saw it, he was stunned for a moment. He leaned over and asked, "Commander Qin, what are you doing?"

When Qin Shaoyou sent someone to look for firewood, Qin Qiaoer heard him explain the reason and thought of a countermeasure, and immediately replied: "It's a long way home, it's not easy to travel with a corpse, but it's easy to provoke evil. If their corpses became frozen in shock, then we would be too ashamed of them. The safest solution is to cremate them first and take the ashes back for burial."

These excuses were reasonable and reasonable. Ma Chao wanted to stop him, but he couldn't speak.

At the same time, under the influence of Cui Youkui, Su Tingyu and other Taoist priests of the Jade Emperor Temple, the raging flames burned extremely vigorously. Before the people under Ma Chao could bring the horn of truth, several human skin puppets were burned. After the ashes were exhausted, Qin Shaoyou took the jar and filled it.

Even so, after he brought it over, Ma Chao found a corner of the courtyard where the red-clothed messenger couldn't see it, slashed a postman's hand with a knife, and dripped blood on the corner of Truth.

The courier who was hit by the disaster, first looked blank, then felt the pain in his hand, opened his mouth to breathe out the pain, but couldn't make a sound.

After a whole night, he appeared behind him like a ghost, covered his mouth, and took him away.

Ma Chao took the activated listening horn, walked to the door of the independent courtyard, pointed the tip of the horn at the jar containing the ashes, and asked softly, "Are those jars containing the ashes of the red-clothed messenger?"