- In order to strive for a quick victory, he is used to calculating the lowest failure rate, and generally does not choose the opponent's main body to attack, which may lead him to hit the armor with one blow, and at the same time, he will bring many dangers to himself.

So he not only practiced cutting his throat repeatedly, but also practiced cutting a certain part of his thigh, and the latter action always made others think of evil, but when this person was ready to protect his own life or the bottom line of dignity, they probably lost their lives.

The masked man, who had lived several breaths longer than the first to fall, also felt the chill, and then he felt a stream of heat flow down the base of his leg, and soon gathered a large pool under his right foot. At the same time, a near-anesthetized pain crept up from the base of the leg to the body.

The masked man had already realized that death was coming, but before he could take a breath of living air, he was smashed three times in the chest by Cheng Xu's fist, almost smashing the bone in his heart, and the sharp pain of heartbreak accelerated the coming of death.

When the second masked man fell to the ground, Cheng Xu had already picked up the sharp knife he had just thrown. Squatting beside the deceased, wiping the blood stains on the knife with his clothes, Cheng Xu said indifferently: "The handle of the knife can only be used to hit the head, it can't kill people, but I have two knives in my hand just now, how can you forget what you can see clearly in front of you, but believe in a lie?" ”

Putting the wiped knife back into his sleeve, Cheng Xu didn't stand up immediately, but picked up his fingers to uncover the black cloth covering the face of his still warm body on the ground, and carefully looked at this person's face. After a moment, he shook his head, sure that this person was as strange as a speck of dust in a dark corner of existence, and seemed to him clueless. Then he reached out and groped again and again for the corpse, but found nothing but a few broken pieces of silver.

Immediately afterward, he walked over to another corpse and crouched down, observing its face in the same way, groping for its corpse, but the result was the same as before, and nothing was gained.

Hang the narrow knife belonging to the masked killer back to his waist. Only then did Cheng Xu stand up. When he looked back, he saw that the two people on Wu Shu's side had also fallen. The difference from his own situation is that one of the fallen people has a tube of extremely dark blood stains on his nose, but his body is very intact. Apparently poisoned to death. And the other seemed to be still talking. But he was lying in Wu Shu's arms.

One of Wu Shu's hands clasped the back of the masked man's neck, which was still alive. The other hand pinched his face bone from the lower jaw upwards, preventing him from chewing for the time being.

Cheng Xu approached Wu Shu and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad." There is still a living mouth left. ”

Listening to information, including the passive way of eavesdropping and the active way of torturing hostages, this is of course what Wu Shu is good at.

Wu Shu heard Cheng Xu's voice, and he didn't need to look back to know that the matter on his side was over, but the matter on his side could not be considered to be over safely, so he only said in a deep voice: "Come and help me and seal his acupoint." ”

However, before Cheng Xu could get closer, at the moment when Wu Shu spoke, something changed suddenly, and the masked man who was restrained by Wu Shu suddenly raised a hand, raised two fingers as a dagger, and poked it into his heart.

Blood bursts out.

I can't imagine how much force a pair of fleshy fingers have to carry to pierce my chest and break through my heart!

Wu Shu didn't expect this change, and he was slightly distracted. After a moment of stagnancy, he let go of the hand that was holding the back of the neck of the already limp man, laid the dead masked man flat on the ground, and then groped the whole body of the man in the same way as Cheng Xu checked the corpse, and the result was still a piece of silver that did not have any identity information.

Wu Shu threw the broken silver back into the masked man's clothes, and finally stood up, looking at Cheng Xu, who was a step late.

Cheng Xu looked at Wu Shu, spread his hands with a helpless expression, and said, "Why don't you seal his hole first?" ”

"The first one is so dead." Wu Shu opened his mouth indifferently, the first sentence was an answer, and the second sentence was a question, "What did you find over there?" ”

Cheng Xu sighed lightly and replied, "Just like you here, except for a few broken silver, there is nothing to prove your identity." ”

Wu Shu said: "The knife they use is a little strange. ”

"It's narrower than ordinary knives, and this kind of building system may be more resistant than a sword, but it's not as heavy as a broadsword, but what does this special point mean?" Cheng Xu picked the corner of his lips, "There is no inscription on the knife." Kyoto's iron restriction order is so strict, if you take this kind of knife to the iron shop and ask, who will admit it? And you can't ask all the blacksmiths in Kyoto at the same time, or they don't make this kind of knife in Kyoto at all. ”

Wu Shu did not speak again. After a moment of silence, he crouched down again, reached back into the arms of the masked man who had committed suicide, took out the blood-stained silver, and sniffed it close to his nose.

The smell of blood was the strongest, and there was some silver rust, so there was no other breath.

Watching his move, Cheng Xu thought for a while and then said: "I'm afraid that the living space of this kind of person is more closed than yours, except for killing, most of the other things in life are served by special people, even drinking and playing with women will not be an exception." ”

Wu Shu did not smell the smell of wine or rouge from the broken silver, he quickly threw back the silver in his hand and stood up again.

"Like them, sometimes the consumption of a day is really large, like today, I folded ten at a time, which means that ten newcomers will be added after that......" Cheng Xu took a deep breath, he stared at the suspicion in Wu Shu's eyes and said slowly: "You said, they don't have anything to prove their identity with them, how can they explain any misunderstanding when they go back?" ”

"You don't necessarily need to make up, maybe they can also be grouped, and if all the people in a group die, they will remove the number." Wu Shu spoke calmly, he seemed to have something else in mind, and when he said this, he paused slightly, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "As for the identity that needs to be active, it can also be proved with a password." But they obviously absolutely do not allow exceptions to happen, and the discipline is stricter than that of the military, and some are like pawns crossing the river. ”

Cheng Xu heard half of the sentence from Wu Shu's words that made him feel quite unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Crossing the river? ”

"Pawns who cross the river, only go and don't return." Wu Shu added four words to answer Cheng Xu's question, and soon he recounted: "This is a sentence that a person told me a long time ago. ”

Cheng Xu thought that "a person a long time ago" was Wu Shu, the master who had been dead for many years, and was also the leader of the last session of the four groups of foreign resident groups. This person died in a foreign country in the prime of his life, and died a very tragic death, but this person meant a lot to Wu Shu before his death. Cheng Xu is well aware of this.

I don't want to arouse Wu Shu's sadness. So for one thing that he rarely explained carefully, Cheng Xu just let out a soft "oh" and swept it gently.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Xu turned the topic back to the matter at hand. sighed with emotion: "In the face of such an opponent who swears allegiance with his life." Think about it from a different perspective. It's kind of scary. If the advantages and disadvantages are reversed, the end of the two of us may be several times worse than that of the person lying on the ground in front of us. I don't know how big they are now, let them entrench themselves in the capital and swell. It's like there's a dark cloud overhead. ”

Wu Shu didn't continue the topic, turned his head a little abruptly, looked at Cheng Xu and said, "Before you came in, you had already been cooking six outside, which is two more than I estimated, how did you come here?" ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not following you!" Cheng Xu hurriedly waved his hand, and then explained: "Didn't His Majesty cook hundreds of people at the door of his house a few days ago? But he felt that there were still fish that slipped through the net in Beijing, and sent half of the people in my group out, and he had to routinely walk the streets and alleys of the area in charge every day, didn't this happen to bump into? This group of people first made two people intercept me, and naturally there are only eight of them who have followed you here. ”

Wu Shu asked again, "Where did you leave those two corpses?" ”

"Of course someone cleaned it up." Cheng Xu thought for a while and then said, "Calculate the time, they should also clean up here." ”

Not long after his words fell, there was a noise on both sides of the alley, as if someone was sweeping the floor with a large broom made of bamboo branches.

Soon two more cloth-clad men with large brooms climbed over the wall, and they first glanced at the four corpses lying on the floor of the alleyway, and then their eyes moved from the dead to the two living people standing in the middle of the pile of dead people. This order in which they look at people proves in a silent way that they deal with the dead more than the living.

The two people who arrived later faced Cheng Xu and Wu Shu, bowed slightly with a broom, and saluted, and then they began to clean up the corpses on the ground. In the process of meeting the two people who were standing, they didn't say a word.

The two men first packed the bodies in sacks, then lifted them over the wall and handed them out, and when they returned, they had extra bags of sand in their hands, sprinkled blood on the ground, and then began to evenly coat the dry sand with brooms.

Cheng Xu said: "Hurry up, it's almost time for the private school to get out of school, don't let these things frighten the children who go home." ”

The brooms in the hands of the two men swung much faster, stirring up the dry sand and kicking up dust.

Wu Shu didn't say anything to the two people who were responsible for cleaning up the aftermath, to be precise, these people were not under his control, and they were more similar to Cheng Xu's subordinates. He just saw that the ground was almost cleared, so he turned his face sideways and gave Cheng Xu a look, and the two left the place together.

Halfway through, Cheng Xu finally couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet just now?" Don't tell me that you are a chance encounter, if you don't encounter something, you will never let people see your martial arts. ”

Wu Shu said lightly: "This is my business, don't ask more." ”

This seems to be what Cheng Xu said just now.

Cheng Xu sighed when he heard this: "I regret helping you just now, or I should wait for a while before making a move, let you toss each other first." ”

Wu Shu didn't say a word about his own affairs, and only said slowly: "Your Majesty ordered you to inspect the neighborhood, but you let that woman go, this is your dereliction of duty." ”

"You're enough." Cheng Xu looked up to the sky with annoyance, sighed, then rested a hand on Wu Shu's shoulder beside him, patted it gently, and said, "I won't ask you about it, but you want to invite me to dinner, how did you say that I still helped you a little just now, right?" You don't know, I'm hungry to help you work. ”

Wu Shu hesitated. He still remembered what had just happened, but soon he nodded to the person beside him and agreed with his proposal.

Cheng Xu's face reappeared with his usual relaxed smile, and the hand resting on Wu Shu's shoulder was raised, shaking his sleeves a little longer, brushing Wu Shu's thin face on one side. Although he was accustomed to the guy who was easy to mess around with him, Wu Shu still subconsciously turned his face when the silk sleeves were blown.

However, he soon saw the half of the sleeve that Cheng Xu deliberately opened in front of his eyes, and there were a few drops of blood on the fine silk cloth. Apparently brushed over his face.

Wu Shu was slightly stunned. Soon I remembered that it should have been too close to the killer who committed suicide when I was clamping down on him, and was splashed by his blood. understood the intention of Cheng Xu's behavior. Wu Shu also rarely hooked the corners of his lips. His smile was somewhat tainted with some of Cheng Xu's habits.

After Wu Shu and Cheng Xu left the damp alley where four dead bodies were lying on their side. After the sweepers finished their work, they also dragged the corpse truck disguised as a garbage truck away, and the other end of the alley behind them was in the direction of the other end. Suddenly, a figure appeared.

This person is a little short and relatively thin, at first glance, he looks like a woman, but from the front, it is clear that he is a man.

The man was about twenty-five or six years of age, and he walked with a light movement, and seemed to have some knowledge of kung fu, but his face looked a little unhealthily pale, as if he had suffered from a serious illness not long ago.

This person, like Wu Shu, is also in four groups. To be precise, this person was originally a member of the four groups of expatriates, but since he was recalled to Beijing a few months ago due to illness to recuperate, and it is likely that he will remain in the four groups of troops stationed in Beijing after that, he may also become a subordinate of Wu Shu in the near future.

However, he had just been watching Wu Shu deal with those masked killers just now, until Cheng Xu jumped out to help, and he had no intention of showing up.

A few months ago, he had been active in Beiyan, and in the months after returning to Beijing, he had stayed in the Commander's Mansion as a swordsman for the Commander, and rarely met with Wu Shu, who was accustomed to working day and night. It's just a few rare meetings in a few months, which is not enough for Wu Shu to be familiar with this person's martial arts path, and similarly, this person can't be much familiar with Wu Shu's martial arts path.

So in the last few months, he has been seizing the time, looking for opportunities, and observing Wu Shu's moves.

But it's easy to plan, but it's very hard to do.

Because Wu Shu's shots are very rare, as for his martial arts of flying eaves and walking on walls, this person who is following him has already mastered it, and there is no need to study it again.

However, the hard work paid off, and just now, he still let him see the true details of Wu Shu's shot.

The time and place are all in control, and the angle from which he hid at the end of the alley, he saw a strand of silver in Wu Shu's sleeve thrown out like a snake, and he could no longer describe the speed in words, and the masked man standing opposite him swung the knife into the air out of control and flew out two steps away.

If it weren't for the right angle he was standing, he might have felt like the masked man who threw the knife and felt that the knife in his hand was "pried away" because it had encountered the power of a ghost.

But providence finally let him see it a moment before tonight's action, and it was not too late, so that he could see that it was not the power of nothingness, that power came from a machine spring hidden in the narrow sleeve of Wu Shu, and he finally had a little time to think about the way to solve it.

The next moment after the knife flew out, the masked man who had lost the knife was tied into a straight tube like a cocoon of a silkworm by the strand of silver. The look of disbelief in the man's eyes gradually turned to panic, and he did not hesitate any longer, his cheeks tensed as if he had chewed something in his mouth, and then dark blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

In Rong Shu's view, the placement of the fangs is no longer a legend, but the silver thread hidden in Wu Shu's sleeve is a legend.

It seems the same as Cheng Xu's side, among the two masked killers that Wu Shu faced on this side, the second person immediately realized something after watching the process of the first person being strangely bound and then committing suicide. He began to swing his knife and slash into the open space in front of him, but although his knife was lucky enough to cut the silver wire, it failed to cut it, but was bounced open by the tenacity of the silver wire by several inches.

How things will change after that, it seems that there is no suspense, this kind of thing, Rong Shu has seen many times in other environments and other killers.

Rong Shu is now thinking about what kind of substance is that bundle of silver filaments? As a member of the fourth group, he is also an old man with some qualifications. Although he was mostly active in the territory of Beiyan in the early years. He didn't know enough about the affairs of the four groups of troops stationed in Beijing, but there were some big secrets, and he still knew about them.

He suspected that the thing in Wu Shu's hand was the artifact that had been rumored to be in the world more than ten years ago.

It is said that this thing can be stretched and retracted, and with this thing, even hundreds of feet high city walls can be climbed. In addition, the long-distance throwing power of this thing is also quite terrifying, even if it is tens of meters away, it is not difficult to take a person's life with a penetrating wound.

The size of this thing is very small, even a little smaller than a water chestnut concealer. This thing is boxy. Four openings in four directions. Each has its own ability.

It is rumored that there is only one thing in the world, and that the only one has been permanently damaged due to overuse, which means that the power of this artifact is also limited and will be depleted.

But the four core members of the group know it. There are actually two of these things.

One of them has indeed lost its effectiveness. Now it's in the dark room of the Commander's Palace. It was opened as a specimen and waited for a replica by the master caster.

As for the whereabouts of the other small box, the narrative is somewhat ambiguous. The most reliable theory is that it may be in the hands of two people, one is the emperor and the other is the ruler. But no matter which of the two is the most accurate, it won't be in Wu Shu's hands, right?

But on second thought, it's not impossible.

The emperor lived in the palace, originally lived in a simple house, there were many city towers outside, thousands of forest guards walking and patrolling inside, and there were several big internal masters around him who did not leave for a moment, whether there was that box, for his safety, it seemed to be nothing. When today's son fought from the northern Xinjiang, his martial arts were not weak.

As for the commander, although he is in the officialdom, whether it is the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, he has already given him the title of Martial God. He reached the pinnacle of martial arts with his natural physique, and if he had faced those two masked killers just now, it could be said that he could smash a few iron knives with his bare hands without the gloves with that special black texture.

Whether he wants the box or not, for his personal safety, the importance of the matter is even more insignificant.

But even if this method of exclusion is used, no strong evidence can be obtained that this box is necessary to be obtained by Wu Shu.

Didn't Wang Chi always want to find out the secrets of the Beiyan military? This thing should be handed over to the four groups of groups stationed in Beiyan in order to play the greatest role.

But it has remained in Kyoto...... This may indicate that there is a matter or person in Beijing who, in Wang Chi's opinion, is more important than the military secrets of the Northern Wild Goose, and needs to borrow the special power of this thing to take care of it.

So what is this thing or person?

This thing or person seems to come from the huge mansion with the "Song House" plaque. From the perspective of Rongshu, the architectural structure of this house exceeds the needs of the private houses, and is close to the establishment of the Commander's Mansion, and if you look at its internal framework, as long as the personnel are properly arranged, this house already has self-guarding fortifications.

Leaving the alleyway, Rongshu stepped into a more prosperous street market, where he was accustomed to thinking in a noisy environment.

And when he just thought about the Song Mansion, a place that is a private house on the outside and very mysterious on the inside, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, and saw a little beggar in ragged clothes suddenly approaching in front of him.

It's not that he thinks the person in front of him is dirty, it's just that because he has been doing spy affairs for so many years, Rong Shu has long had a sense of vigilance and consciousness that no one should approach, even if it is a native of his country standing in front of him, a hard-working child who is obviously preparing to beg. Rong Shu stopped in time before he was about to wipe the edge of his clothes with the child, and while taking a step back, he had already examined the eyes and limbs of the little beggar in front of him as quickly as possible, and it was not difficult to find that this was a beggar who came with something.

It's not very common.

When he met Rong Shu's gaze, the little beggar's eyes shrank obviously, but the hunger in his belly reminded him that if he obediently did what the person who had taken him away just now, not only would he not have to eat the rancid bread tonight, but he would probably be able to eat a fragrant meal of braised pork noodles.

Anyway, it's not a difficult task, it's easier to get started than stealing a knife of fat from the meat stall of the 13th shop in the East Market!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the little beggar took out a broken bowl hidden under the tattered sleeve and stretched it out to the place where Rongshu's line of sight could see the bottom of the bowl vertically. Although he had plucked himself up in his heart, his outstretched hand was still a little trembling. While stretching out the broken bowl in his hand, he also said cowardly in the same slightly trembling voice: "Your lord." You can do well, reward a penny, the little one has not gained anything for two days, and he is almost too hungry to stand up. ”

Rong Shu wanted to throw a penny out casually, a penny was really nothing to him, not to mention that he was still a child in front of him who was easy to attract pity. However, when his eyes fell on the bottom of the bowl and saw a few distorted strokes, like words and symbols, his face suddenly changed for a moment. Then he said in a cold voice: "I heard you speak quite neatly. I don't look like I'm so hungry that I can't stand up, I'm most tired of deceiving beggars in my life, get out! ”

The word "roll" came out, and he seemed to be impatiently waving his hand at will. But accurately shook the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand to the ground.

The little beggar's bowl is also a bad porcelain bowl that others don't want. Thrown over the hard bluestone paved street. Suddenly it fell to pieces. Because the force of the impact was strong enough, even the coarse porcelain bowl made a relatively crisp sound, causing a few close passers-by in the lively street market to turn back frequently.

The little beggar watched as the guy he was eating was shattered. The shadow of the fragrant meat slice in his mind was also shattered almost at the same time, and a sour feeling suddenly surged in his heart, turning into two lines of tears bursting out of his eyes, and two white lines dripping on his dirty face. He sat on the ground and cried.

At the entrance of the shops that were closer, there were already a few people pointing and counting in this direction, and they seemed to be talking in a low voice.

Without having to listen closely, Rongshu could also guess what those people were talking about.

This little beggar didn't know that many years ago, the Rongshu he just called "noble master" was also a cheap life. At that time, he was begging in the streets at a weaker age than this little beggar, and the white eyes and spits of the hardships he had endured were piled up, and he had walked far more than one city under his feet. So although he lived a life where he had meat to eat, he couldn't grow in size anymore, and his physique only stayed in the position of a teenager.

Cheng Xu, who has had such an experience, of course deeply remembers that even at the top of the troubled times more than ten years ago, although passers-by were tired of beggars, they were not so annoyed that Cheng Dù threw bowls. This seems to be a latent norm that is naturally formed by a social mentality. But it is such a rootless rule, just like a farmer cherishes seeds, and a merchant cherishes silver, so that people naturally abide by it.

However, at this time, Cheng Xu silently firmly believed in his heart that he had to smash this little beggar's job.

Because of the strange words written at the bottom of his bowl, if he left the bowl, his life might not be saved. Or tonight when he begged for half a bowl of cold porridge to be eaten in this broken bowl, or when he returned to his shack and waited for the man who had instructed him to do so, his life would be gone.

He still has some patience for this little beggar, maybe he has escaped this mixed fortune today, and will have a better chance in the future.

As he threw up his sleeves and left there, he couldn't help but say one more thing: "Go and find the man who taught you how to beg!" ”

After this sentence, the little beggar suddenly remembered that if he couldn't get it here, he could go back to the person who ordered him to do it. While that person may be more ferocious, it may at least not be as mean and stingy as the person in front of him.

Wiping his tear-filled eyes, the little beggar found that the wicked man who had just dropped his job had disappeared like a ghost among the pedestrians. Thinking back to the short and thin figure of the wicked man, the little beggar snorted hatefully, and muttered in his heart: Look at that guy is a stingy guy!

Standing up slowly, the little beggar looked at the broken bowl that was broken into slag, and felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he had no ability to do anything to remedy it, so he could only leave with his mouth flat.

On the way back, full of reluctance but full of strength, the little beggar hoped that the man who had taught him to do this had not left, and that he would have time to rush back and successfully ask the man for something.

At this time, of course, he didn't have any extra thoughts, nor did he have enough vigilance to feel that the wicked man did not go far, and he did not know when he came back, and followed him all the time, to a corner of an alley.

In the densely populated areas of Kyoto, there are many narrow alleys like this formed by the proximity of the two courtyards, but the little beggar is confident that he is coming back from the wrong location, and he is familiar with every street corner of this place...... No, he could even pat his chest and say that he knew these corners better than the patrolling soldiers who walked through the streets. Those swaggering soldiers used to walk only on the streets, like him. I often use the corner of the wall to shelter from the wind as a place to rest at night.

But when he returned here, he was extremely sad to find that he seemed to be back a step too late.

The man was long gone, and where he had stood, there was not a single silver bounty left as he had expected.

Maybe the man had gone out with him just now, and then he saw the scene of the wicked man smashing the bowl, and he thought that he had not done what he was told, which angered the wicked man, so he was also annoyed and left without a reward.

I imagined this scene in my mind. The more the little beggar thought about it, the more sad he became. After a few loud "hey" calls into the empty alley, the response was only a faint and short echo, and it was not long before the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished, and he finally began to cry again.

Rongshu followed the little beggar all the way to here. He was standing outside a wall. Didn't see the person he wanted to see in this place. He lowered his eyes and pondered.

He could make out the strange words at the bottom of the bowl, and he knew what those characters meant, but it was this that puzzled him.

Why should the plan be cancelled at short notice?

There were only six hours left before the planned action. Suddenly, he received an order to cancel the plan, which had to make him doubt the authenticity of the order. So he followed the little beggar here, just to meet the person in person, and he had to ask this person face to face to dispel his concerns.

But this hair probably predicted that he would do it in advance, so he didn't give him this chance.

Just as Rong Shu hesitated and waited for a moment, and was about to leave, he suddenly heard the little beggar crying loudly and suddenly scolded loudly: "Even beggars are deceived, you wicked person, sooner or later you will be punished!" ”

Hearing the word "retribution", Rongshu smiled silently.

He lived a tortuous life for twenty-six years, often in a situation where he worked too much and got less, and the last thing he believed in was a providence.

Rongshu has reason to believe that only when people are weak or desperate, will they pious their wishes on the will of heaven. But the wishes of the weak and desperate are often as illusory as the will of heaven, and it is difficult to achieve reality.

However, no matter what people ask of God, Providence never seems to respond, so people often think that Providence has acquiesced and has an expectation in their hearts rather than no hope at all.

However, after many years of hard work, he only became more determined that whether it was a matter of life or survival, the most reliable thing was in his own hands. Whether it's creating wealth for yourself or giving to others, it always feels deeper to do it yourself.

At the moment before leaving this place, Rong Shu finally left a trace of pity for the little beggar, took out a small coin string made of ten copper coins from the money bag, raised his hand and threw it high.

The string of money flies very high, so when it falls from the air and falls right in the middle of the alley, it is difficult for the people in the alley to tell which direction it was thrown from.

The little beggar picked up the string of money that fell at his feet with a crisp sound, and his tear-misty eyes couldn't help but freeze, and he thought that he was crying badly, and a phantom appeared in front of him. And when he wiped away his tears and identified the ten strings of money again, his tear-stained face suddenly burst into a happy smile again, and said in a strange voice with a slight cry: "Ha, it turns out that God will really drop money, and the matter of pie falling from the sky is not unexistent." ”

Just as he was about to pray for Providence to smash him with this kind of money a few more times, he heard a voice coming from an unknown direction: "If you do something like this today in the future, I will kill you." ”

This cold and phantom voice was handed by Rong Shu with a trace of internal strength, and it was directly delivered into the ear hole of the little beggar without leakage, stabbing his heart and his body trembling.

When the fear that seemed to sprout and spread from his heart gradually faded, the little beggar suddenly screamed, tightened the string of money in his hand, and ran out of the alley as if he had been bitten by a vicious dog.

……

Half an hour ago, the masked woman who had escaped from another dark alleyway had dressed herself up as a girl selling eggs, carrying a bamboo basket covered with a piece of broken cloth on a blue background, and she had not stopped all the way, and none of the eggs were sold.

She didn't come out to buy eggs.

She soon came to the gate of a small house, and only glanced at the two janitorial servants guarding the door, who immediately recognized her, and immediately bowed slightly, spread her right hand and made a "please".

She strode in without hesitation.

In the main hall of the main house of the small house sat a woman of about thirty years of age, whose black hair was meticulously combed and tightly arranged at the back of her head, which proved that she was married. But her face is still beautiful, her pupils are black and white, there is no wrinkle at the corners of her eyes, and the skin on her face is as delicate as a girl.

PS: Completion of the update! (To be continued......)