Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 344 - 293: Over a Hundred Heavenly Passes Gather at the Heavenly Patrol Hall!
Chapter 344: Chapter 293: Over a Hundred Heavenly Passes Gather at the Heavenly Patrol Hall!
The next day, the sky was bright, and snowflakes were scattered.
Between heaven and earth, everything was a vast expanse of white. Inside and outside of Jinguan, nothing remained but a boundless wilderness, with snow drifting for thousands of miles.
It was supposed to be a hot summer, and snow in July should have turned the whole city into an extraordinary spectacle, but at this moment, the city was almost entirely quiet, with every household’s doors and windows tightly shut, save for the crisp sound of icicles shattering as they fell from the eaves.
From a distance, one could intermittently hear the whinny of horses and shouting.
In the Eastern City, the alleyways of Ping’an Square were now a sea of Iron Armor Cold Light, with horses galloping throughout.
Bloodstained Soldier Armor stood in stark contrast to the dazzling whiteness of the snow, nostrils of mighty horses expelled streams of white vapors, and beneath the soft snow, the ground was a muddy mess.
"Open the door"
"Bang bang bang"
Soldiers in armor rushed between the alleys, mud mixed with melted snow splashing, landing on the doors of the townsfolk’s homes; they were ferocious like wolves and tigers, breaking down doors, then herding the people inside out.
People in the alleys came out terrified.
Among these alleys, the townsfolk saw row upon row of horses with fierce-looking Armored Soldiers, ice-glazed with blood-red stains, which frightened them immensely, their faces filled with horror.
"General, General, what is happening?"
"We’re just poor folks and have never done bad deeds."
Someone tremblingly spoke, clasping their hands in a bow.
Late last night, the distant sounds of fighting were terrifying; the Troops were active, saying they were capturing a renegade, the ruckus was loud, the screams were continuous, and lasted almost until dawn, which terrified the residents of these alleys, keeping their doors and windows shut, staying awake for the rest of the night.
Now with Troops turning up at their doors, it was naturally frightening.
Only to see, an Armored Soldier on a horse took out a rolled paper scroll, flicked it downwards, and bellowed angrily,
"Has anyone seen this person?"
"This person is a major criminal of The Overseers; anyone who can provide concrete clues about this person will receive a hefty reward from The Overseers, but anyone who conceals information and fails to report..."
"Shing"
"Shing"
"Shing"
A line of Armored Soldiers drew their swords one after another; the reflected light of the blades on snow scared the already trembling legs of these townsfolk.
Everyone quickly looked at the portrait, only to see a half-length image of an old man, with silvery hair, sharp eyebrows, wearing a white robe, with a black hairpin inserted.
However, the facial features seemed somewhat mismatched, awkward, as if forcibly attached.
The residents of the alley looked at each other, one by one, shaking their heads, appearing not to recognize the person.
"General, we’ve never seen him!"
Suddenly, amongst the crowd, an old lady’s eyes lit up with excitement, clapping her hands, "I think I’ve seen him."
But then the old lady seemed to fall into a trance, murmuring doubtfully, "No, that’s not right, I clearly remembered this person just now, but now I can’t recall what he looks like, it seems different from this portrait, but I remember this hairpin."
At these words, the leading Armored Soldier immediately looked tense, spurring his horse closer, his tone urgent.
"Where?"
The old lady, patches showing straw through her clothes, hands hidden in her sleeves, took a step back as she was intently watched, then pointed her hand toward a deeper alley,
"It was... it was in the eighth room down that alley, in the Mao Kid’s house; that day when I was returning from working at the Wang Family, I saw the Mao family’s kid bringing someone home, that black hairpin on the head..."
She hadn’t finished her sentence when the leading Armored Soldier tilted his head and shouted:
"Inside, the eighth room!"
With that, the sound of galloping hooves rose.
These Troops immediately surged towards that inner alley.
They found the eighth room. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
It was a broken courtyard enclosed by a fence.
"Be on guard!"
Following that, in the narrow alley, the Soldiers dismounted one after another, surrounding this small fenced yard, each one gripping the handle of their swords.
Their faces showed tension and vigilance!
This was a major criminal that the General had specifically instructed to be found.
That meant very dangerous.
Just as the Troops held their breath and gripped their swords tightly,
"Crack crack"
Suddenly, the door of the fence courtyard opened.
Soft snowflakes fluttered down.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh"
At this movement, the Soldiers surrounding the outside were startled; their taut nerves snapped, swords drawn, and in the snow, blades reflected a chilling light.
But at that moment, as the wooden door opened, a figure in Silver Armor, slightly bent over, creaking onto the snow, walked out.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression somber!
On seeing this figure, the surrounding Armored Soldiers immediately fell to their knees in the snow.
"Greetings, General!"
The person who came out was Chen Yuan!
He was currently investigating the conspiracy involving the Qian family.
The mastermind, the Qian Family Master, was captured alive by Liu Tianming, and after the battle at Five Treasures Mountain ended, he was handed over to Chen Yuan for judgment.
The Qian Family Master, having fallen into his hands, of course, endured torture, but knowing he had no way out, he refused to speak until his last breath. When Chen Yuan took advantage of his weakened will to use the Dream Transference Divine Ability on him, something unexpected happened.
He was originally trying to find the roots of the Human Demon who had escaped from under him, but instead of finding the Human Demon, he discovered there was another person behind it all!
A hidden master from Martial Vault, who had not shown his face!
But this person was cunning, Chen Yuan couldn’t spy on his face even in the Qian Family Master’s dream—it was blurred, indicating the man was cautious.
He could only discern the clothing and approximate outline!
When he probed towards the key points, it seemed as if the Divine Soul of the Qian Family Master had some Prohibition cast upon it, suddenly disintegrating.
