The Sanskrit Forest [II]

Zhao Ling nodded clearly and said. "So, you will solve this trap formation?"

"This king doesn't need to deal with small formations like this." Meng Yuan sneered disdainfully, and said proudly. Without turning around, he yelled. "Chang Dong!"

Before Zhao Ling could see what was happening, Chang Dong had already flew up and cut off most of the bamboo around him with a few strikes of his blade. Suddenly, a gap appeared in front of her eyes.

For Zhao Ling, this was eye-opening. It turned out to be as simple as breaking the formation. But she knew that if she couldn't find a front line, she might be trapped here until she died of exhaustion.

She looked at Changdong with a little surprise and admiration. She didn't expect that this taciturn young man was really capable, no wonder he could become a personal guard next to King Xuan.

Seeing this, Meng Yuan glared at Chang Dong displeasedly. Chang Dong shook his head and looked down at the ground immediately. He was puzzled and underwhelmed. It was obviously the prince who told him to break the formation. Why did the prince asked him to break the formation by himself, and yet the prince was unhappy. Was it because he broke the formation and was not good enough?

Meng Yuan snorted coldly. This king was blaming you for breaking too neatly.

The three of them continued to walk towards the depths of the bamboo forest, passing through the formation that had just been broken, and there was a low slope in front of them. When Zhao Ling walked into the slope, he smelled a rancid smell.

It was a carrion! With the professional sense of forensic medicine, she made a judgment.

She followed the source of the rancid smell, and in a lush bush, a bunch of human corpses suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The fragments of these corpses, including hands, legs, chest and abdomen, were highly decomposed, with maggots, mosquitoes, and flies all over, emitting foul odors, and it was disgusting to smell them. Zhao Ling was accustomed to seeing all kinds of corpses, and couldn't help frowning.

Seeing her intending to come forward, Meng Yuan held her, "Let Changdong clean up first."

He knew that Zhao Ling was not afraid of corpses, but he couldn't accept such a dirty place.

"No." Zhao Ling stopped. "Don't destroy the scene yet."

After that, she took out a pair of white gloves from her sleeve. The gloves were specially made by her in Shengjing. They were soft and strong, and they were finally similar to modern professional forensic gloves.

Because the veil was already worn and there was no need to wear a mask, she handed the mask to Meng Yuan and motioned him to put it on. She put on her gloves and walked slowly closer to the bushes.

The corpses were piled up in a mess, with irregular cuts, like some kind of beast gnawing. Initially, these corpses did not belong to the same person.

She first chooses to look at one of the hands, a person's occupation would more or less leave some marks on his hand. Sure enough, there was a callus on the tip of the index finger, which should have formed a posture of holding a pen for many years.

Could these be the missing scholars in Yunzhou City?

Suddenly, Meng Yuan, who was guarding the side, said vigilantly. "Who?"

Chang Dong's figure flickered, flew out to check, but not long after, he was leading a group of people in. Zhao Ling stood up and looked at them, it was actually Lu Ziqing and Fengze who were in the lead!

Fengze saw Zhao Ling from a distance, his face was ecstatic, and he hurried over. Zhao Ling just wanted to say hello to Fengze who hadn't seen her for a long time, but suddenly felt loose under her feet, and the ground she was standing on suddenly sank.

"Ah!" Zhao Ling exclaimed, and the whole person fell straight down.

"Ling'er!" Meng Yuan was standing not far from her. Seeing this, his figure moved, and he did not hesitate to jump down with Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling woke up in a moment of dizziness, feeling that he was held tightly in Meng Yuan's arms. A faint herbal smell came from her nose, and she was sure that it was Meng Yuan.

She moved her body and found that Meng Yuan was holding her tightly. It was difficult to break free for a while, so she had to pat him on the back and called out, "Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan!"

After a long while, holding his body finally moved, and then his body was pulled away, Meng Yuan asked eagerly. "Ling'er, are you okay?"

The two sat up, Zhao Ling met his worried look, nodded her head and said, "I'm fine."

Meng Yuan grabbed her shoulders, looked at her up and down, left and right, and after confirming that it was all right, he seemed to be relieved.

"It's okay." The voice trembled slightly.

This man, for her, jumped down recklessly, it would be a lie to say she was not moved.

She smelled a trace of blood from him, and broke free of his hold before asking, "Are you injured?"

Due to the low light and the darker color of Meng Yuan's clothes, she couldn't see where the wound was.

This man loved dark clothes. From knowing him until now, he was always in black.

"It's okay." Meng Yuan shook his head carelessly, and helped Zhao Ling to stand up.

The two looked around. This seemed to be an underpass, with narrow space and dim light. The two walked along a slightly bright spot, winding all the way, seemingly endless.

When they walked to an open corner at the corner, the two of them were surprised by what they saw before them.

In front of them was a spacious stone prison, and in the prison were a dozen young men in ragged clothes, chained to the stone wall one by one, their faces were yellow and thin and haggard.

"Are these scholars missing from Yunzhou City?" Zhao Ling asked, trying to confirm his guess to Meng Yuan.

"It's very likely." Meng Yuan also frowned slightly. Who was it that shut these unarmed scholars here? What was the purpose?

When the scholars in the prison saw Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan, their deadly expressions suddenly became agitated, and they called them "Woo", struggling desperately, their chains intertwined and clinked.

"They all had their tongues cut." Meng Yuan said.

Zhao Ling was also taken aback. Who was so cruel?

Suddenly, there was a soft drink from a distance. "Who dares to break into the Huayue Palace?"

As soon as the voice fell, four slender girls in Tsing Yi flew over and surrounded them.