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He returned to the original house with a mask, but found that the building was already empty.

Only one chair was left all alone in the yard.

Song Jingchen pushed open a door, and there was a thick layer of ash on the old households. It could be seen that no one had lived here for a long time, and it was obvious that those people were looking for it temporarily.

Maybe he didn't plan to bring him near the stage at first, why did he suddenly change his attention?

There is only one possibility, and the timing is right.

That means that he guessed wrong before, and the person who started the stage was not the ghost-faced general, but someone else.

When the stage collapsed and caught fire to create chaos, and when people were unprepared, the woman was kidnapped...

And what about Shen Yijia? If he is gone, that girl will definitely look for it everywhere. If someone uses him to deceive her, and then take the opportunity to make a black hand...

Thinking of this possibility, Song Jingchen's eyes widened.

After coming out of the house, Song Jingchen returned to the stage, thinking back to the direction the crowd was evacuating at that time.

No matter how organized those people are, it is impossible for them to leave the city after arresting them. They must meet at a certain place.

If Fan Mingyuan's order to close the city gate was timely enough, they would still be hiding in the city.

There are two possible places to hide, one is near the stage; the other is near the city gate.

It was at least a quarter of an hour away from the city gate, and there were too many people at that time, so it would only take longer.

In order to prevent people from being noticed, the most likely place to choose one is this neighborhood.

These thoughts only flashed in Song Jingchen's mind. He followed the route of the crowd in his memory, and finally locked his target in a dim alley extending out from a corner.

Before he walked into the alley, he smelled a sour smell on the tip of his nose.

Song Jingchen walked in without frowning.

What Song Jingchen didn't know was that this alley was the famous Beggar Alley in Anyang County, where almost all the beggars in Anyang County lived.

There were many unkempt people lying or leaning on both sides of the alley, and when they saw a man wearing a mask suddenly from their side, they all stared straight at him with curious eyes.

Song Jingchen ignored it and walked directly to the end of the alley. It was an abandoned and ruined temple. If you didn't come in, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a place in Anyang County.

Before he even walked in, seven or eight beggars came out.

As soon as they saw him, they approached him like a dog saw a bone, and said vaguely, "Good man, give me some..."

Song Jingchen frowned, and a dagger flew out of his hand and stuck it in front of several people's feet, making them stop.

Several people looked at each other, and immediately showed panic, and fell to the ground with a plop: "Hero, spare your life!"

"We just asked those beggars outside to hand in some rations every day, and we didn't do other things that hurt the world!"

"Yeah yeah."

...

Several people were chattering, their bodies trembling like chaff, and they looked frightened and didn't know where to provoke Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen was unmoved, his eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "Where is the person you arrested?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the kneeling people froze, and then they were confused again.

"People? Who? We didn't arrest anyone, we're just beggars."

"Yeah, how can we arrest someone..."

Several people were crying again, Song Jingchen had already lost his patience and was about to shoot.

Suddenly, one of the kneeling people picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed at Song Jingchen. Seeing this, the others also took out their daggers and rushed towards him.

Song Jingchen sneered, and with a spin, he kicked the dagger in the hand of the headed man. He took a few steps forward, caught the dagger that fell from the air, and turned back with his hand to directly hurt the man who had not had time to put it away. Wrist cut off.

The man cried out in pain and donated blood like a gush of blood.

At this time, all the beggars who were originally in the alley also ran over, each with a fierce look, and there was still a look of sluggishness.

Seeing Song Jingchen strike so ruthlessly, they were startled, but there was no sign of backing down, and they swarmed towards Song Jingchen.

But Song Jingchen didn't care, he didn't intend to let these people live.

In the dark night, Song Jingchen shuttled through dozens of people like a ghost.

Dozens of people didn't even touch a corner of his clothes, and fell to the ground one by one without making a sound.

The man with the severed hand realized that something was wrong, and was about to leave secretly to report the letter.

It just so happened that the last person here also fell, Song Jingchen picked up a stone on the ground and hit that person's leg.

The man fell to the ground, looking in horror at the man who was walking towards him step by step, dragging his injured leg back a little bit...

The smell of blood was pungently strong all around.

"Here, there really isn't the woman you're looking for here..." He shivered.

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "When did I say I'm looking for a woman?"

The man's pupils shrank, knowing that no matter how much he said now, it would be useless, and he could only watch the sharp blade cut his throat like a light.

At this time, Fan Mingyuan brought someone over to find him, Song Jingchen cast a glance at him, and walked into the ruined temple without saying a word.

The head of the yamen watched the masked man leave, leaving only the bodies of dozens of beggars on the ground. He hesitated to look at Fan Mingyuan: "Sir, this..."

Fan Mingyuan waved his hand to stop him, looked at the direction where the masked man was leaving and said, "It should be to save people. It's important that we find those people first, and keep up."

After he finished speaking, he followed in first. At this time, there was still a masked man in the broken temple.

"Sir, there is a tunnel here." The yamen with sharp eyes called.

As soon as Song Jingchen entered the tunnel, he heard the woman's cry and the man's excited roar.

He frowned and took a few steps.

There was a basement around the corner. Song Jingchen kicked the door open, and saw a group of shivering women huddled inside. He glanced at it and knew that Shen Yijia was not here.

"Where is anyone else?" Song Jingchen said in a deep voice.

The group of women shrank, and with a little courage, they stretched out their fingers and pointed to the next door.

Song Jingchen's heart tightened, the voice he heard just now came from there, he knew what it meant...

The fist under his sleeve was clenched, and before he could walk in, three men with disheveled clothes came out.

Seeing Song Jingchen, I was also shocked. Before they could make any move, I only felt that my neck was cold, and some liquid was flowing down my neck...

"Ah!" The women screamed in horror when they saw this scene. Song Jingchen didn't even look at it, stepped over the corpse and walked into the next room.

Fan Mingyuan led someone to the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Yuan..."

The familiar voice came, and Fan Mingyuan didn't have the heart to pay attention to the man anymore.