- Such an empty-handed white blade does not have the slightest skill, and when the momentum comes, it is like reaching out for someone to cut it, so the person who swings the knife and cuts it has little defense. But no one would be so stupid to take the initiative to reach out and let people chop, whoever looks so bold must have something to rely on, confident that their hands will continue to cut.

To be precise, Cheng Xu's right hand was only black to the wrist position.

The masked man had just seen that Cheng Xu seemed to be wearing gloves of some special material on his hands, and before he could come back to his senses and make the next move, he felt a chill on his neck, and the numb feeling was actually tingling with a chill, and the warm spiritual qi in his body quickly splashed outward. The energy in a person's body is discharged through the largest gate in the body, and the person will not live for a few breaths.

Cheng Xu raised his foot and kicked the masked man who had become a dead object in front of him, and with this force, his body flipped backwards, avoiding the knife that cut across his waist.

The two masked men in front of him had already been dealt with by him with lightning speed, but the other had seen his sword-grabbing and was naturally more vigilant, and knew that it was his black right hand that should be most vigilant. Therefore, the masked man immediately withdrew after swinging a knife, and the hand holding the knife was ready for the next swing, but he stopped moving, his eyes exposed outside the mask showed a fierce light, and his eyes kept flickering back and forth between Cheng Xu's left hand and right hand.

Cheng Xu's left hand held a knife, judging from its length and width, it was so thin that it could not even be called a dagger, and it was only enough to be considered a knife for peeling fruit skin. But such a knife, which is only used to cut a blood vessel the thickness of a wheat stalk, is enough, and it is much easier than wielding a dagger.

And on his black-gloved right hand, he held the knife of the masked man whose throat he had slit, and his palm was still in the same position where he had grabbed it. Pointing the hilt of his sword at the person in front of him, his gesture looked a little strange.

Seeing that the masked man in front of him no longer moved, Cheng Xu didn't plan to turn the knife he was holding in the back. Instead, he laughed dryly at the man, and suddenly said, "Do you believe that the hilt of a knife can stab someone to death?" ”

As soon as the words fell. Without waiting for the man to say anything, Cheng Xu really threw the knife in his hand at the angle of the handle forward.

The action of him throwing the knife is fake.

But the masked man standing on the opposite side seemed to believe something, and his body made a dodge gesture. Although he soon realized that he had been fooled, and he was only halfway through the dodge before he turned around again, he was still a little late to turn around.

What Cheng Xu wanted was half of the man's sideways, so that his gaze would be more or less offset. It was rare to dodge the real knife that he threw with real strength with that fake swing.

The knife turned into a flying knife, broke out of the control of Cheng Xu's left hand, and stabbed the masked man's lower body. It carried a near-extreme trajectory, bringing a hole in the inner thigh of the masked man, and the speed of the blinding hot fluid shot was definitely no less than that of the first person to fall.

This is a job that Cheng Xu is good at, there are several big gates for bloodletting in the human body, he knows it very well in his heart, and has long lined up their difficulty levels. In order to achieve a quick victory, he is accustomed to keeping the failure rate to a minimum. Generally, he will not choose the opponent's main body to make a move, which may lead him to hit the armor with a blow, and the move will miss at the same time. It also brings many dangers to itself.

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 realized that death was coming, but he hadn't had time to take an extra breath of living air. was smashed into the chest three times by Cheng Xu's fist, almost smashing the bone in his heart. The intense pain of heartbreak hastened the onset 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, and 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 did not stand up immediately, but lifted his fingers to uncover the black cloth covering the face of the still warm body on the ground, and carefully looked at this person's face, and after a while, he shook his head, making sure that this person was as strange as a grain of dust in a dark corner of existence, and he seemed 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.

Hanging the narrow knife belonging to this masked killer back to his waist, Cheng Xu stood up at this time, and when he looked back, he saw that the two people on Wu Shu's side had also fallen. The difference from his own situation was that one of the fallen people had a tube of extremely dark blood stains on his nose, but his body was very intact, apparently poisoned to death. And the other person seemed to still have a voice, but he was lying in Wu Shu's arms.

Wu Shu's one hand clasped the back of the masked man's neck, and the other hand grabbed 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, yes, there is still a living mouth." ”

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.

Unthinkable. How much strength does a pair of flesh fingers have to carry to pierce your chest cavity and break through your heart!

Wu Shu did not expect this change. He was slightly distracted. After a moment's pause, he let go of the hand that was holding the back of the man's neck, which had collapsed. The dead masked man was placed flat on the ground, and then the whole body of the person was groped in the same way as Cheng Xu examined the corpse, and the result was still broken silver without 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 spoke indifferently. The first sentence is an answer, and the second sentence is 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 simply did not make such knives in Kyoto. ”

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 actions, Cheng Xu thought for a while and then said: "I'm afraid that the space for this kind of person to live 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 the silver back 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 in the future......" 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 you explain any misunderstanding when you 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 thought of something else, he paused slightly when he said this, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "As for the identity that needs to be active, it can also be proved by the right password, but they obviously absolutely do not allow exceptions to happen, the discipline is stricter than the military, and it is a bit like a pawn 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 was of great significance to Wu Shu before his death, and Cheng Xu knew this very well.

didn'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 passed by gently.

After being silent for a while, Cheng Xu turned the topic back to the matter at hand, and sighed: "In the face of such an opponent who swears allegiance with his life, it is really a little scary to think about it from a different angle. 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 swell in Beijing, it always seems like there is an extra 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 in Jingzhong that slipped through the net, and sent half of the people in my group out. I have to walk the streets and alleys of the area in charge every day, doesn'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 said, "Calculate the time." They should clean up over here, too. ”

Not long after his words fell, there was a noise on both sides of the alleyway. It seems that someone is 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 in charge of cleaning up the aftermath, to be precise, these people were not under his control. It is 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 down the road. 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, who seemed to be annoyed, looked up to the sky and sighed. Then a hand rested on Wu Shu's shoulder beside him and patted it gently. said: "I won't ask about you, but you want to invite me to dinner." Anyway, I helped you a little bit, right? You don't know, I'm hungry to help you work. ”

Wu Shu hesitated for a moment, he still remembered what had just happened in his heart, but soon he nodded to the person next to 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 had deliberately placed in front of his eyes, and there were a few drops of blood on the fine silk cloth, which had obviously been wiped over his face.

Wu Shu was slightly stunned, and soon remembered that he should have been too close to the killer who committed suicide when he was clamping down, and was splashed by his blood. Understanding Cheng Xu's intentions, Wu Shu also rarely hooked the corners of his lips, and his smile was somewhat contaminated 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 backs, after the few cleaners finished their work and dragged the corpse transporter disguised as a garbage truck away, a figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the alley behind them.

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 expatriate groups, but since he was recalled to Beijing to recuperate due to illness a few months ago. After that, it is likely that he will stay in the four groups of Beijing Division, so he may also become a subordinate of Wu Shu soon after.

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

Until a few months, he had been active in Beiyan. In the past few months after returning to Beijing, he has been staying in the Commander's Mansion as a swordsman for the Commander, and rarely meets Wu Shu, who is 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's been taking his time and looking for opportunities. Observe Wu Shu's shot.

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 saw a wisp of silver in Wu Shu's sleeve thrown out like a snake, and he could no longer describe the speed in words. The masked man standing across from him swung his knife out of control and flew two steps away.

If it weren't for the right angle he was standing, he might have been like the masked man who threw his knife. I felt that the knife in my hand was "pried away" because I 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 was chewing something in his mouth. Immediately after that, dark blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

In Rongshu's view, the placement of the fangs is no longer legendary. But the silver thread hidden in Wu Shu's sleeve is legendary.

It seems the same as Cheng Xu's side, and the two masked killers on Wu Shu's side are fighting. The second person immediately realized something after watching the first person be strangely bound and then commit 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 active in Beiyan in the early years, and he didn't know enough about the affairs of the four groups stationed in Beijing, he still knew some big secrets.

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, with four openings in four directions, each with its own capabilities.

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 all know that there are actually two of them.

One of them had indeed lost its usefulness, and was now in the dark room of the Lord's Palace, where it had been opened as a specimen, waiting to be copied by the Master Forger.

As for the whereabouts of the other small box, the theory is somewhat vague, and 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, and he was originally living in a simple place, with many city towers outside, thousands of forest guards walking and patrolling inside, and a few big inner masters around him who did not leave for a moment, is there that box. For his safety, it doesn't seem like much. When today's son fought from the northern Xinjiang, his martial arts were not weak.

As for the Archon. 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 been given 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 subgroups stationed outside the North Goose. to make the most of it.

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 private houses, and is close to the establishment of the Commander's Palace, and if you look at its internal framework, as long as you arrange the right people. The house was already fortified for self-defense.

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 where the outside is a private house and the inside is very mysterious. He suddenly smelled a strange smell, and suddenly 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 meeting Rongshu's gaze. The little beggar's eyes visibly shrunk, but the hunger in his belly reminded him again. If he had done as the captor had just told, he would not have to eat the rancid bread to-night. You may also 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, and then he said in a cold voice: "I listen to you speak quite neatly, not like you are so hungry that you can't stand up, I am most tired of beggars who can deceive people in my life, you get out!" ”

As soon as the word "roll" came out, he seemed to wave his hand at random with anxiety, but accurately threw the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand to the ground.

The little beggar's bowl was also an inferior porcelain bowl that others didn't want, and it was thrown over on the street paved with hard bluestone slabs, and it was suddenly shattered. 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, and the shadow of the sliced meat in his mind was shattered almost at the same time, and a sour feeling suddenly welled up 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 younger age than this little beggar, and the white eyes and spitting of the hardships he had endured were piled up. There is more than one city under your 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 remembers it deeply. Even at the top of the troubled times more than a decade ago, passers-by were tired of beggars. But it hasn't bothered Cheng dù who threw the bowl yet. 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 asks for half a bowl of cold porridge and is ready to eat it in this broken bowl. Or just a moment when he returns to his shack and waits for the man who instructed him to do so to pay him, his life is 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!

Stand 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 had not gone far, and he didn't know when he would come back. And kept following him to a corner of an alley.

This is an area with a high concentration of private houses in Kyoto. There are many narrow alleys formed by the proximity of the two courtyards like this, but the little beggar is confident that he is not wrong in the position where he has returned. He knew every corner of the streets and alleys 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. The swaggering soldiers used to walk only on the streets, and like him, they often used the corners of the walls 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.

Imagining this scene in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and he shouted "Hey" a few times into the empty alley, but 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.

Rong Shu followed the little beggar all the way to here, and at this time he was standing outside a wall, and he didn't see the person he wanted to see in this place, but 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?

When he was only six hours away from the planned action, he suddenly 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 of more work and less reward, and the most unbelieving thing was a providence-

(To be continued)