Qianye walked around the garbage dump and found that the scorpion needle had been turned into a pile of parts, completely damaged and scrapped. He separated the parts and carefully buried them in various corners of the dump.
The Scorpion Needle is the standard weapon of the Red Scorpion, and it is the only one of its kind, so even a single part cannot be exposed at will, otherwise it will cause endless trouble.
Then there was the matter of disposing of the werewolf corpses, especially those with human bite marks on them.
But Qianye is a little strange. Werewolves are a race that values groups very much. They would not easily let the corpses of their clansmen be exposed in the wilderness like this. But now that so many werewolves have died here, but no new werewolves have been seen to deal with the aftermath, it shows that something has probably happened to the entire tribe.
Qianye finally found two thorns used by Nighteye, and then cleaned a dagger belonging to a vampire warrior. This was all his self-defense weapons. As for the bits and pieces he originally brought out, including the Red Scorpion Saber, I don't know where they fell.
The night has not yet passed, and the wind in the wilderness is still cold. I wonder if the sword that has been hanging above his head for a long time has finally disappeared. Qianye raised his head and looked at the blood moon that occupied a small half of the sky. He didn't feel any bloodlust at all. He even felt that the bright red color was a little lighter. Maybe In two days the Crimson Night will be over.
Dawn will eventually come.
However, although the threat of the Dark Blood has been temporarily lifted, Qianye still needs to be cautious and try to avoid the imperial military and wealthy families. There are so many powerful people there, and God knows who will find that half of the dark blood is flowing in him.
Qianye must first return to Lighthouse Town. After all, he has not shown up for five days, but in a chaotic place like the Evernight Continent, the disappearance of a person will not cause much commotion around him.
After running for several hours, the lighthouse town appeared in front of Qianye. The town seemed unchanged, but Qianye felt that it seemed a little too quiet. It was almost daybreak, and it was still dark near the horizon, but the sky above began to whiten and there was a faint light. By this time, at least the scavengers should be up and starting to prepare their bags for going out.
Qianye did not go directly to the open door that had not yet been repaired. Instead, he walked around to the side and slowly approached the city wall.
Looking from where Qianye was standing, the bald Sheriff was sitting on the tower with his hat turned upside down on his face, as if he was dozing off. Apparently, until the town gate is repaired, the Sheriff can only stay on duty every night. Although the Sheriff looked drowsy all the time, Qianye knew that it was just an illusion. With his ability to be invisible and sneaky, he would alert the police chief if he got close at night.
Qianye chose a position a little further away from the police chief, jumped lightly, and climbed onto the city wall silently. With just such a jump, Qianye clearly felt that his jumping ability was significantly enhanced, and he almost lost control and jumped over the wall of less than five meters. He was about to go to the town when he suddenly felt that the sleeping posture of the sergeant seemed a bit unnatural. If you stay in that position for a long time, it should be very uncomfortable.
Qianye lowered his body, almost leaning against the city wall, and approached the city tower. From a long distance, he smelled a strong smell of blood. His night vision allowed him to clearly see a blood stain on the Sheriff's chest. The blood had long since dried and turned black, almost blending in with his black uniform.
The Sheriff was dead, and what was sitting on the tower was just a corpse.
Qianye's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head further, hiding himself in the shadows.
Although the Sheriff is only the smallest official, he represents the order of the empire. His presence means that this land is still owned by the empire. Therefore, even if the outsider is stronger than the Sheriff, he does not dare to kill him easily. Killing the Sheriff is equivalent to challenging the dignity of the empire. The Imperial Expeditionary Force is not far from here.
Qianye looked into the town, took a deep breath, and then found that his sense of the smell of fresh blood had become more acute. The good news is that the smell of flesh and blood no longer triggers any symptoms of hunger or thirst in him.
But Qianye didn't have time to be happy at all, as he discovered that the blood energy in the town had been reduced by more than half!
Qianye jumped off the town wall, first walked around a few familiar houses of ordinary residents nearby to confirm that the people sleeping inside were still aborigines, and then sneaked towards his own Manjushahua Bar not far away.
The bar was in a mess. The door, which had just been installed a few days ago, was leaning to one side. None of the windows were intact. All the furniture and objects inside were in pieces, including several shocking pools of blood.
However, from the direction of the bedroom, loud snoring could be heard, even passing through the corridor and echoing in the lobby.
Qianye did not go directly, but went around to the back door to enter the bar, and then walked into the living area silently. There was no movement in the guest rooms on both sides, and the sound was in his own bedroom.
A young man was leaning on the sofa, sleeping soundly , with a shotgun in his arms . This guy was obviously assigned to stay behind and wait for Qianye to appear.
But after not seeing Qianye back for several days, the guy who stayed behind lost his vigilance and started to be lazy. But you can't expect too much from this kind of ruffian.
Qianye patted his face gently with the dagger.
The young man was woken up immediately. Being pulled out of a deep sleep obviously made him extremely unhappy. Before he could see who was in front of him, he spouted a series of curse words.
Qianye punched him directly in the stomach, which immediately made him bow like a shrimp, and all the second half of the swear words were stuck in his throat. Qianye then pinned his face down on the sofa, then hit his ribs hard with his knee, several times in a row, until he heard several cracking sounds of bones, and then he gave up.
As soon as Qianye let go, the young man wanted to scream, but the coldness of the short knife on his throat made him swallow back all the screams.
"What happened here? Who sent you here? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will cut off your fingers one by one." Qianye said coldly.
When the young man saw clearly that it was Qianye, he immediately cowered and said hurriedly: "I am Yan Laohu's man. The day before yesterday, the expeditionary army sent two companies to search for blood slaves in Beacon Town. We came with them..."
"Continue." Qianye pressed the short knife and cut a bloody mark on his neck.
The young man seemed to feel the calm murderous intent in Qianye's eyes, and immediately shuddered and said quickly: "Young Master Qi from Blackstream City is very dissatisfied with you and Young Master Zhao. He spent a large sum of money because of your exports. Money, and a high-end force gun. So I thought of a way to get the expeditionary force to dispatch two companies, coming in the name of searching for blood slaves, but actually ...to kill you and Mr. Zhao."
Qianye's heart tightened. He knew very well what hunting down the blood slaves meant to the people in Beacon Town.
"What about the people who disappeared?"
"Most of them were killed on the spot, and some were taken away by the expeditionary force."
"Where is Yan Laohu? Where is he?" Qianye asked.
The young man trembled and said, "He is at Mr. Zhao's place."
Qianye nodded, slowly took back the short knife, and said: "Since you are very honest, I will give you a chance to live. Leave here immediately and get as far away as you can!"
"Yes, yes! Thank you!" The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Qianye turned around and walked out. Just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly threw out a thorn with his backhand. The thorns flew like lightning and instantly pierced that gangster's throat!
The young gangster looked at Qianye in astonishment. The shotgun in his hand was already aimed at Qianye's back, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to pull the trigger.
Qianye came back again, picked up the gangster's shotgun and looked at it.
This is a flintlock spear that can use homemade shotguns. Due to the rough workmanship, power and accuracy cannot be guaranteed beyond ten meters. But at close range, it is still a powerful killing weapon, at least easier to use than a short knife. Qianye took out ten rounds of shotguns from the gangster's body, threw the body on the ground, and then took one last look at his bar.
The bar was in a mess, even the bluestone floor had been pried open one by one, and everything of value was looted. Manjushahua, who accompanied him in the darkest stage of his life, disappeared like this.
When leaving the bar, Qianye was not angry, but instead unusually calm and a little excited.
In Red Scorpion's training, this was the best state before going into battle.
Qianye went straight to Mr. Zhao's abandoned factory base. It was said that Yan Laohu had been staying there for the past few days after he took over the town.
The skylight still hasn't reached the horizon, and the silhouettes of the tall factory buildings ahead are particularly eerie, like monsters that can devour people at any time. There is only one factory building that has been renovated by Mr. Zhao and can be used for habitation. Everything else is in ruins.
There were obvious signs of fighting outside the factory, with bullet casings scattered everywhere.
Qianye picked up a bullet case and looked at it, and his heart immediately sank slightly.
This bullet is an assault rifle bullet standard for the Imperial Expeditionary Force. Although this kind of gun is an antique that was retired decades ago, it is much more powerful than ordinary home-made weapons.
Since the other party can use a large number of military-style weapons, Mr. Zhao is most likely in danger.
The door of the factory was open, but Qianye did not enter head-on. Instead, he took a few steps to run, then leaped to the outer wall, used his momentum to climb all the way up, and was on the roof of the factory in the blink of an eye.
Yan Laohu did not place a sentry here, allowing Qianye to easily pass through the exit on the roof and enter the factory.
There are three floors of buildings attached to the walls inside the factory, and the rest is the original hall. There is a huge power main engine , but it has now become a pile of scrap metal.
Qianye still remembered that the upper floor was where Mr. Zhao originally lived, the middle floor was where the guards and gang elders lived, and the lower floor was where ordinary members lived.
Qianye came down from the top floor and naturally reached the third floor first. He walked silently outside Mr. Zhao's bedroom and immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, and it was no longer fresh.
Qianye paused for a moment, then gently opened the door and looked inside.
Mr. Zhao fell to the ground, covered in injuries, and a section of his calf was missing. His last action was to crawl toward the closet, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the floor. There was a bullet hole between Mr. Zhao's eyebrows, but there was a contented smile on his face.
Qianye entered the room without feeling sad or happy and squatted down next to Mr. Zhao.