Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1024 An Empty City?

At this moment, Yan Xiaojia had already left the spot, and a voice faintly drifted over from the night sky.

"I'll go stop that ignorant brat..."

Lin Feng looked at the flames rising from the collapsed house in front of him.

Throughout the entire county, there was no disturbance from people or animals due to the fire.

Lin Feng was also puzzled. If there were any living creatures in this city, shouldn't it be a scene of chaos, with chickens running wild and dogs barking and people shouting and horses neighing?

He saw that the fire had subsided and that the wreckage engulfed in flames should be mostly burned.

He then turned around and walked slowly forward along the bluestone street.

The surroundings were silent. Lin Feng was toying with a triangular cone in his hand. He had gotten this from the shopkeeper.

I don't know what material it's made of, but it's lightweight and has a sharp blade.

The key point is that Lin Feng discovered that this item, once sent out, could be summoned back to the shopkeeper's hand remotely.

Aside from my own broken sword, I have never seen a weapon with such a function.

So he continued studying as he walked forward.

I hope to meet a living person and talk to them.

How could such a large county town have only one tavern?

The soldier at the city gate once said that there were government offices and a seventh-rank county magistrate inside the city.

Unfortunately, the city caught fire, and not a single living creature appeared.

Lin Feng arrived at a street intersection where two streets intersected. Although it was dark, he could see clearly.

The shops and houses on all sides were lifeless. Further ahead, there was a tall gatehouse with a plaque hanging on the wide wooden door frame.

Qi County Government Office.

The two wooden doors at the entrance of the government office were open, and it was quiet and still inside.

Lin Feng decided to go in and take a look. He found it strange that there wasn't a single living person in a county town.

If it were a ghost town, that would be fine.

But there were clearly soldiers on guard at the city gate, and they even said there were officials there.

It seems this whole thing was a scam. Lin Feng couldn't figure out who set it up. Of course, he was the common enemy of all the hidden sects, so there was no need to judge.

However, his current identity is Shufeng Pavilion in Kunyu Mountain.

Who wants to take down Kunyu Mountain?

Or perhaps he killed three disciples of the Unreasonable Mind Sect simply for his own benefit.

Eagle Rock Island and East Flow Island joined forces to deal with him within this city?

As Lin Feng pondered this, he slowly strolled into the county government office.

He knew that there was no way to escape it; with the methods of the stealth sect, they would find him sooner or later.

Since that's the case, we might as well take the initiative and see who's tougher.

The soldiers at the city gate said that there were officials in the hall, and they weren't just saying that for no reason. There must be a deeper meaning behind it. Perhaps the answer lies in this county government office.

In the pitch-black night, Lin Feng stepped into the main hall of the yamen and saw in his mind the plaque with the words "Upright and Honorable" hanging in the center of the hall, as well as the chair and desk where the county magistrate sat below.

The entire lobby, from the tables and chairs to the wooden doors and windows and the bluestone floor, was covered in dust.

The thick layer of dust indicates that no one has been here for a long time.

If there's no one left in the county government office, then this county town must have been a ghost town long ago.

Or, perhaps only a small number of people live in this city.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then stepped back.

Since they won't come out, why should I bother looking for them?

However, just as he took a step back, a mottled pillar behind him suddenly came to life, and a sharp iron spike instantly pierced the back of Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng knew something was amiss when he entered, so he tensed up, focused his attention, and became alert to any unusual movements around him.

A sharp spike flashed and pierced the back of Lin Feng's head.

A series of eerie, grating laughs echoed through the dark lobby.

But the next moment, the laughter seemed to be caught in someone's throat, as if someone had grabbed its neck, and it made a hoarse struggle.

In reality, Lin Feng actually grabbed a gray-haired man by the neck with one hand, and no matter how frantically he twisted, he became weaker and weaker.

Within a few breaths, the man stopped moving and softly rested his hand on Lin Feng's.

As soon as Lin Feng let go, the man fell to the ground and collapsed into a heap.

Such strange martial arts from the mundane world seem as childish as a game of hide-and-seek to Lin Feng in his current state.

Lin Feng glanced at the silent man on the ground. Judging from his features, he should be a master from the Ghost Rolling Clan among the pirates.

Its method of concealment was exactly the same as that of the ghost scrolls I had seen before.

Lin Feng sneered, "Are the hidden sects all deserted?"

Why would he send martial arts masters from the secular world to assassinate him?

Before I could figure it out, I heard a series of hissing sounds coming from all around the hall, the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air.

As soon as he focused his mind, he saw many palm-sized blade-shaped flying wheels spinning in the air, bobbing up and down, rushing towards him at high speed.

The broken sword was instantly drawn, blocking several pieces. Lin Feng swayed left and right, dodging a few pieces, while the short sword at his waist also cleaved off several pieces.

The seemingly sharp hidden weapons were almost completely ineffective against Lin Feng.

With a short knife in his right hand, his free left hand gripped a spinning blade.

Lin Feng had already left the main hall and was standing in the courtyard of the county government office, throwing away the razor blade he had just been holding.

The round blade flashed away at a speed several times faster than it had come.

The next moment, a scream rang out from somewhere.

Lin Feng had just turned around in the courtyard when he heard the sound of a bowstring snapping in the distance. Although the sound was faint, it did not escape his hearing.

Between fifty and seventy paces away, a dozen or so feathered arrows silently arrived in the darkness.

It seems the other side has mobilized quite a few people to their deaths.

As Lin Feng pondered this, his body floated up, paused briefly in mid-air, and then disappeared like a phantom.

Since the circulation of his internal energy accelerated, various movements that were previously impossible became effortless and natural, as if he had learned them without a teacher.

The arrows flew past Lin Feng with perfect accuracy, only disrupting the airflow.

A dozen or so men in black, scattered throughout the area, each held a bow and arrow, firing one arrow after another, then nocking another, drawing the bowstring taut, and listening intently to locate Lin Feng.

Their hearing was excellent; apart from the sound of the night wind, they couldn't detect the sound of Lin Feng moving.

As a dozen or so men drew their bows and waited to fire, a strange sound came into their ears, like the buzzing sound of a heavy object sliding through the air and breaking through it.

They were in an archery stance, unable to conceal their bodies, and in their confusion, one of the archers was struck in the body.

With a muffled groan, the archer spat out blood and tumbled off the roof ridge.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and visibility was very low.

No one else could determine what had attacked the archer.

Before I could figure it out, that buzzing sound started again.

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting its target, followed by the archer's scream, rang out one after another.

The archer's body tumbled and fell to the ground.

The sound of their bodies hitting the ground sent shivers down the spines of many archers.

To everyone's surprise, the buzzing sound started again as soon as things quieted down. The archers were filled with apprehension, wondering who would be hit next.