Qian Xueli looked at the steel knife around his neck, sighed and said:

"Three years ago, Ma Sihai, then the supervisor of Liangzhou, came here to inspect, and he did not dare to slack off in the matter of hospitality. That night, Ma Jianzhou liked Miss Nine very much, and Cai Xianling asked me to convince Mother Guo. She didn't want to cut her love, but she couldn't twist her thighs, so she had to leave the nine girls behind. That Ma Sihai is in Xijing, and we are also dealing with him for the first time, who knows, who knows his ......"

Speaking of this, Qian Xueli swallowed a mouthful of saliva, peeked at Qing'er, saw that her face was expressionless, licked his lips and said:

"He, he's killed people! Alas, hero, I'm really wronged, I really don't know he will do that, it's just ...... It's just a beast! I really don't know, otherwise I wouldn't have taken care of it! But he is also a chief, and I can only truthfully state the county order and take the money to do things hastily. That's the truth, I'm just doing what I'm told. Hero, as the saying goes, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, if you want to avenge the nine girls, you must find the original culprit, and ask the hero to spare his life! ”

Qian Xueli said that he stalked his neck, and while dodging the knife, he kept fighting.

Qing'er heard that he finally bit out the high-ranking officials behind the scenes, and secretly rejoiced in her heart, and pretended to be calm and said: "What a wronged debtor!" In this case, you write down everything you just said to me, press your handprint, and I will let you live. ”

Qian Xueli's face turned blue, his small eyes fluttered twice, and he smiled perfunctorily: "The hero said that he laughed, where did he get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone here." ”

Qing'er smiled coldly, found a piece of clothing from the coat rack in front of her, tore off the beige lining with a stabbing and threw it on Qian Xueli's body:

"Write! What are you doing in a daze? Oh yes, the money owner Bo is a Sven and doesn't bite his fingers. Trouble the eldest brother to help him cut off a piece, or the wrist, there will be more blood. ”

"No, no, no, I'll do it myself!"

Qian Xueli slowly and methodically put the piece of cloth on the ground, flattened the four corners, raised his fingers and looked at it for a long time, until Sun Mutou shook the knife in front of his eyes, and then put his fingers into his mouth violently......

Qing'er is overjoyed!

This time, the people behind the scenes finally surfaced, although they had decided not to go to Yue Ya to file a complaint, but with this certificate, they only had to wrap it in a stone and throw it into the state pastor's house......

As long as that Master Jiang is as clear as water and as clear as a mirror as rumored, the revenge of the nine girls will be avenged!

Qian Xueli wrote very slowly, and he didn't write a few lines for half a day, and Qing'er saw that he would rather be beaten than write, and he was at a loss, and he couldn't really kill him.

At this moment, he only felt that the figure flickered, and the cold wind was already standing in front of him, he was carrying a big burden on his back, and he tapped the money with his chin to learn it, and asked suspiciously:

"Who is this? What for? ”

Before Qing'er could reply, Sun Mutou hurriedly asked, "Leng Daxia, did you send Xin'er out?" ”

Leng Feng nodded, squinted at Sun Xueli unhappily, suddenly raised his leg and swept Qian Xueli's head, stepped on his head and asked:

"How many catchers do you have here? Say! ”

Qian Xueli was kicked by him and his nose bleeded, and now he has another foot on his face, and he doesn't dare to move, letting the nosebleed flow, and he said honestly:

"Back to Daxia, I only care about my property and accounts, I really don't know ......"

The cold wind didn't answer, and with two more points of strength on his feet, Qian Xueli screamed twice, and was made up by the cold wind again:

"Are you making such a big move to attract the catch?"

"No, no, I don't...... Hero, grandpa, I say it all, they ...... I estimate that there are about 50 people. ”

", more than fifty, to be honest!"

"Don't! Grandpa, I remembered! …… I accompanied Cai County Ling to the banquet at noon...... Other! I said, I said! Zhang Xiancheng, Yang Dianshi and Liu Inspector have been in the county Cheng's room, and they haven't even dispersed the county order, I guess this is the case now...... Oh, and there's more! There are 57 of them, but that's just an imaginary number of rewards, and it's impossible to do it accurately! They have always been vain, and in fact they should be much less. Grandpa, I know all about it! ”

Sun Mutou interjected: "Hearing him say this, it should be that the second master has an accident or missed the letter, and he borrowed the township soldiers in advance." It's good that we were one step earlier, otherwise people wouldn't have been able to save them! ”

Leng Feng nodded, looked at Qing'er and said, "Let's go out later, the old boss is only afraid of a shortage of manpower, and the matter here is on me, I'll come back when the limelight passes!" ”

Qing'er understood that it was not easy to escape smoothly today, let alone save people again, so she nodded to Leng Feng in agreement.

Leng Feng frowned and glanced at Qian Xueli and said, "This person is in charge of the accounts, it's too cumbersome to keep, reward him for a good time!" ”

As he spoke, he reached out and snatched the knife from Sun Mutou's hand, but was stopped by Qing'er and explained:

"Don't be impatient, I just promised him to write the truth about the death of the nine girls, and I will spare him a dog's life. He is the master here, and he is also a nine-rank official, and he can also be used as a hostage at a critical time. ”

Leng Feng frowned, and glared at Qian Xueli: "Don't write it yet!" If you spend it again, you'll never have to write! ”

Qian Xueli was startled when he heard this, and he hurriedly wrote the nosebleed in his hand......

Leng Feng angrily handed the knife to Sun Mutou's hand, opened the burden behind him, it turned out to be several sets of clothes for catching fast, threw the clothes on the two of them and said:

"No matter where they borrowed it from, they don't know each other, and it's like a mess of porridge in the ya, so it shouldn't be difficult for us to get out dressed like this."

Qing'er picked out the smallest one and put it on, although she didn't take off the clothes inside, she was still fat.

Sun Mutou looked at her sloppy appearance and smiled innocently, and comforted: "It's okay, since the soldiers are all borrowed from now, the clothes won't fit, and I can't see it." ”

Qian Xueli finally finished writing under Sun Mutou's constant threats, and Qing'er saw that although he didn't write in detail, the time, place, and name of the case were all pointed out, and he didn't have time to continue to negotiate with him, so he nodded and admitted.

The cold wind suddenly rushed up, and took Qian Xueli's hand and slammed it on Sun Mutou's knife, and immediately the blood was like an infusion, and he pressed his hand full of blood on the cloth, and he was imprinted with a Yin Hong's handprint!

Qian Xueli snorted, tears flowed down in pain, but he didn't dare to scream again.

Leng Feng said lightly: "Although we promised not to kill you, but you are disobedient, we also have a way, if you are smart, let me be honest!" ”

Sun Mutou also shook the bow and arrow in his hand and sneered at him: "Don't want to run, you can't run as fast as it!" ”

Qian Xueli tore off the lining of the robe with one hand and wrapped his hand, and nodded yes without holding the cat's waist.

The cold wind looked through the gap in the wooden strip on the window for a while, and whispered, "Go!" Let the dog officer go ahead, and let's go out from the east gate. (To be continued.) )