Xuanxia

Chapter 256 Northern Barbarians

Fu Qingzhou's hiding skills are actually not that good.

He has never been good at sneaky things...

But the hermit had his own clever plan, and after casting a few small spells, he became a silent shadow in the darkness.

He followed the light footsteps deeper into the grove and soon spotted the furtive figure in the distance.

Following the figure for a short distance, I saw the man go into an abandoned farmhouse. There was a faint light of fire in the house, and it was obvious that there was someone else there.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, approached cautiously, and at the same time pricked up his ears to listen carefully to every movement.

Soon, the sound of talking in the broken house came into his ears, but the voice was so gibberish that he couldn't understand it at all.

Fu Qingzhou was frowning when the voice of the smoker floated in his mind.

"Do you want me to help you?" it said proudly.

Fu Qingzhou clicked his tongue: "Conditions?"

"We are friends, why are we negotiating terms for such a small matter?" The smoker laughed and said, "Why are you being so formal?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't believe it at all: "Don't do this, just tell me what you want!"

“Really.” The Smoker laughed and said, “Anyway, when I have nothing to do later, just let me take a look at the Black Star Divine Iron…”

"Waiting here?" Fu Qingzhou said, "It's a small matter. I'll talk to Tang Jiao later."

The Smoker was delighted: "Okay, okay - I'll cast a spell on you and you'll be able to understand what they're saying!"

The next second, a faint breath rose and enveloped Fu Qingzhou.

He had a strange feeling, as if he had passed through a thin layer of water film. Although the people in the broken house still spoke in gibberish and he couldn't understand them, a meaning emerged in his mind.

There is also a translation spell... Fu Qingzhou sighed in his heart, this spell is really versatile, it has all kinds of spells.

"You're back? How's it going?"

The people in the shabby house were talking in low voices.

"As we expected, they were all dead...but a third party intervened, and the poisonous smoke failed to kill Ning Wushu."

"A third party? Who?"

"I don't know. There were two men, one wielding a sword and the other wielding a knife. Lieutenant General Ge Luo was killed by them together... After that, the man wielding the sword left quickly, but the man wielding the knife stayed. What's even more strange is that he touched the poisoned female soldiers with his fingers, and their poison was mostly cured!"

"What? He can remove poison with just a touch of his finger? Is this witchcraft? Or does he practice witchcraft like a shaman?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Central Plains magic?"

The people in the room fell silent.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and climbed up a tree nearby carefully and silently.

After climbing up, he glanced into the house through the leaky roof of the dilapidated house.

There were only two people in the room, the two who had just spoken.

They were all wearing night clothes which were convenient for night travel. They were of rather burly build and were not masked, revealing two similar bearded faces. Their facial features did not look like those of people from the Central Plains.

If there is any difference, it is that one is taller and the other is shorter.

"In that case, should we still kill Ning Wushu?"

The short man asked, "We didn't have many people when we came to the Central Plains this time, and we lost more than ten people tonight."

The tall man sighed, "I thought I could take this opportunity to kill a general in the Northern Frontier Army... Forget it, our real target is not her, so let's not waste time and manpower on her."

The short man nodded slightly: "I think so too."

The conversation seemed to be coming to an end here, and Fu Qingzhou roughly guessed their identity - Northern Barbarians.

Ning Wushu had said before that she had killed countless northern barbarians on the battlefield... The enemies of the Northern Frontier Army on the northern border of Dayan have always been these foreign tribes from the north.

In addition, their faces were obviously different from those of the people in the Central Plains, and their language was strange, so they were 99% likely to be from the Northern Barbarians. "People from other races actually dared to come to the big city in the Central Plains to cause trouble?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered.

Of course, he didn't want to take the initiative to fight with the two northern barbarians at this time. Firstly, he was not sure about the other party's strength level, and secondly, he only needed to find out their origins and tell Ning Wushu.

But just as he was about to leave quietly, he suddenly heard the tall man ask in a low voice: "By the way, how is the matter of your men going to investigate the Bailu Mountain in the south?"

Bailu Mountain?!

Fu Qingzhou's pupils suddenly shrank!
How could a Northern Yi person mention Bailu Mountain?!

He immediately shrank back into his proper position and continued listening.

After being asked, the short man shook his head helplessly and said, "No... My nephew not only went to Xijiao Village, but also searched the entire mountain, but there was no one like the one the great shaman mentioned."

Fu Qingzhou's breathing became rapid. There is also Xijiao Village? !

Not only him, even the smoker was confused: "What the hell, isn't that your hometown, Fu Xiaozi? What's your relationship with them?"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, not knowing how to answer.

Is it related to yourself?
Or other people in the village?
But... I have been in Xijiao Village for many years and I am very familiar with the situation there. The villagers are all mountain people who have never left Bailu Mountain. Even my adoptive father Fu Haichao, the hunter, is considered knowledgeable!
"Maybe he has left already?" the tall man asked again.

The short man spread his hands and said, "I don't know. The Great Shaman clearly said that the person is there."

The tall man also clearly showed a puzzled look, and the two of them stared at each other, clearly not knowing what to do.

"or……"

After a while, the tall man whispered, "Should we wait until this matter is done before going back to ask the Great Shaman?"

The short man curled his lips and said, "We haven't finished our work here yet. Are we going back now? Isn't this the only solution?"

Fu Qingzhou was listening at this moment, but his brows were already very heavy and low.

Do you want to capture him alive?

At first glance, these two men are the leaders of the Northern Barbarians’ spies. Their cultivation levels cannot be low, so a fight is bound to be a fierce one... But it’s not impossible to fight. The key point is whether it’s worth it?
Soon, he got the answer.

It’s time to take action!
Catching them will not only help us find out what happened in Bailu Mountain, but also since they seem to be planning to continue causing trouble in Luoyi, catching them will also be helpful in disrupting their plans!
Thinking of this, Fu Qingzhou's hand had already gently placed on the hilt of the knife.

At this time, the two people in the broken house were still talking.

The tall man said, "That's it. I'll go to the little prince to report this matter. You continue to investigate. The first task is to confirm that what we are looking for is indeed in Luoyi!"

Shorty: "Okay... wait, who is it?"

Fu Qingzhou's body tensed up. Was he discovered? !
But the next second, he found out that the person the short man was talking about was not him!
In the distance, there came a woman's laughter that sounded like the cry of a ghost.

“Hehe, hehe, hehe——”

The laughter was cold and resentful, and seemed particularly strange in the grove at night.

Fu Qingzhou was surprised: "Old man, is this the same kind as you?"

"Fuck you!" the smoker snorted, "That's a person!"

At the same time, the two northern barbarians also came out of the broken house and looked into the distance in the direction of the sound.

The laughter came from far away and gradually got closer. A figure with long fluttering sleeves could be vaguely seen floating towards them from the depths of the dark woods.

In the moonlight, I could just barely see that it was a woman.

She was wearing a black, dirty, bloody shirt. The torn clothes could not cover her skinny figure, revealing her shoulders, arms, and waist...

But this is not charming at all.

It was because the skin all over her body was as pale as her face, as pale as a dead person!
Not only does this woman laugh like a ghost, she also looks like a ghost!
In her deep eye sockets were a pair of large eyes with more white in them and small pupils. Her dry lips were dripping with black blood, and her mouth was wide open: "I am here to die!"

(End of this chapter)