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Yang Zhen walked out of the gatehouse with a heavy heart.

Yang Zhen, who had rushed here as soon as he entered the city, got bad news - he was a step late, and Zheng Fang had been sent by the governor Yamen to work elsewhere this afternoon.

The person he was looking for was not there, and Yang Zhen was a little dazed for a while. In fact, on the way to Wuchang, he had thought about the possible results after meeting Zheng Fang, he might be willing to help his brother in a wise way, or perfunctory, and he had follow-up coping strategies. Only the situation he was facing now was completely unexpected, which made him a little overwhelmed.

"What should I do? Back to Gangneung? Can I really use my martial arts to save my brother from the government prison? Or do you take the Zhang family's suggestion and really exchange the land and the future of the eldest brother for one of his lives? Even if it is done, I am afraid that I will not be able to explain it to my eldest brother? At this moment, Yang Zhen only felt that there was no way out, and there seemed to be no hope at all.

As for the idea of finding Zhao Yan to help him in the Criminal Division, he had already dispelled it. There is no friendship between him and Zhao Baishi, if Zheng Fang mediates it, maybe Zhao Baishi will help a little, and now he is just talking in vain.

"In vain, I brought so much money, and I thought I would use it when I was up and down, but now it's all useless." The disheartened Yang Zhen patted the package on the horse's back with his hand, and suddenly remembered that there was still something in it that needed to be sent to Luosi Lane in the east of the city.

The good people have done it to the end, and they are already in Wuchang, so Yang Zhen decided to help the dead Ding Fei fulfill his last wish and take this oilcloth bag that he didn't know what to contain to Luosi Lane. I hope that doing this good deed will bring me some good luck and find some other ways. Yang Zhen, who couldn't think of any other way, had pinned his hopes on some kind of power in the underworld at this time.

However, at this time, the sky was dark, this Wuchang was not a small city like Jiangling, there was a curfew, and Yang Zhen didn't want to have another incident, so he found a nearby inn to live in, and only waited for the next day to go to Luosi Lane.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhen carried the package to Wuchang Dongcheng, and last night he had already inquired about the location of Luosi Lane from the inn Xiaoer, so there was no need to ask others again. More than half an hour later, he still pretended to be in his heart before he came to the vicinity of Luosi Lane.

Because of its remote location, and the small bends in the alley, it is easy for people to get lost, so it has such a name. However, at this time, Yang Zhen didn't have the feeling of being remote here, because there were many stalls near the alley, and there were many people sitting or standing in those stalls, bargaining with the stall owners, which seemed to be very lively.

But Yang Zhen obviously felt the strangeness here, not only because he had a sixth sense that was far beyond ordinary people, but also because these people acted too badly. Not to mention that no matter whether the merchants are in the prime of life, although they are talking about bargaining, they don't even touch the goods much, it is enough to show that they are drunkards, and they don't mean to drink. Moreover, when Yang Zhen and some other passers-by came here, many of them swept people with scrutinizing eyes, looking nervous.

"It seems that this is not easy." Yang Zhen looked at the battle of thirty or forty people scattered around Luosi Alley, but he muttered in his heart: "Should I go to this troubled water?" With a thought in his heart, Yang Zhen's feet did not stop for a moment, and walked over from the alley like many people.

First of all, the extremely elite iron guards were used, and the people of the brocade guards were mixed in, and now that they saw such a battle, it is likely that these people came for the oilcloth bag on their backs.

This situation made Yang Zhen more interested. Before, he may have only come here for Ding Fei's last wish, but now it is different. He actually had the idea of fighting with Zhang Xun's master who wanted to kill him that night. He was already upset because of the two things of his brother being wronged and Zheng Fang leaving, so he simply decided to take advantage of this matter to distract himself.

However, although it is easy to say, in fact, it is not small. At least in front and behind Luosi Alley, there are people dutifully watching. He had seen someone enter, and immediately a watchman followed, and only let him go after confirming that he was not the seventh house he had visited.

With such a tight control, it is naturally a little difficult for ordinary people to connect with close targets. But Yang Zhen is by no means very comparable, and after some secret observation, he has found the flaw.

That's the side of the alley. The winding road of this alley makes its sides not in a straight line. And those monitors obviously ignored this, thus giving Yang Zhen an opportunity to take advantage of. After observing left and right to make sure that no one was watching, Yang Zhen climbed over the wall and entered Luosi Alley.

And when he landed and took a closer look, Yang Zhen's heart moved, he was only a few steps away from his goal, and he only needed to climb over a courtyard wall to enter the seventh house.

"Is this the position they have set up a long time ago? Once there is a change, you can enter and exit from the side of the inconspicuous alley, which really combines privacy and convenience. What exactly are they? With a thought in his heart, Yang Zhen's movements were not delayed at all, taking advantage of the wall blocking the front and rear vision, he had already come to the courtyard wall with an arrow step, and then leaned down, stretched out his hand and pressed on the wall, and quickly turned into the courtyard.

As soon as Yang Zhen's feet hit the ground, he only heard two whirring sounds, and two knives had already struck from the side. Fortunately, he was also prepared, and when he landed, he still had some spare strength, so he hurriedly fell and rolled down, and he rolled under the two knives to avoid it. But before he could take a look at the terrain, another knife slashed horizontally, and at the same time, a shadow of a knife appeared above him to cover his retreat.

Yang Zhen smiled bitterly and had to stop his figure, because he knew that he had fallen into the other party's net.

The moment he fell into the courtyard, the people inside had already launched a set of combined attack techniques. As long as he subconsciously rushes forward, he will completely fall into the Jedi. Obviously, this is also a guarantee painstakingly set up by the owner of this place, otherwise there is such a big loophole, and their identity is unusual, but it is not safe.

However, this is also the reason why they have a favorable geographical position, and Yang Zhen is turned in from the outside, and he is in the most disadvantageous position. If he had changed places, how could these four people have been able to restrain him? But it's too late to say this now, he has become a fish, and the other party is the sword.

Fortunately, the other party did not kill him, and the knife stopped when it was still a few inches away from Yang Zhen's neck. But then, several more steel knives were slung to his neck, making it difficult for him to resist. Only then did a cold voice say, "Get up! ”

Yang Zhen patted the soil on his body and stood up: "It's really a good skill, but is this how you treat your friends?" As he spoke, Yang Zhen observed the situation around him, and there were four fierce swordsmen beside him, and from the movements of their knives on his neck, as well as their cold and solemn faces, Yang Zhen knew that they were strictly trained, and they were more powerful than the iron guards he had met the night before.

But it wasn't them, but a small kiosk in front of the backyard where he was standing. This courtyard is also strange, there is only a clearing within the wall, and there is not a single grass or tree. And in the nearest pavilion, there were still a few people looking at him at this time, and the voice that had just called him up was coming from there.

"Friends? If you climb over the wall without the permission of your owner, can you also be called a friend? The cold voice continued, and a middle-aged man had stepped out of the pavilion. This is a slender middle-aged man in his thirties, he has a handsome face, but he has a hooked nose and a little gloomy, and he is also looking Yang Zhen up and down at this time.

"In the current situation of Your Excellency, the one who turned in from outside the courtyard wall is a friend, right?" Yang Zhen said with a smile, not frightened by the formation in front of him.

"You say you're our friend, but do you have any credentials?" The man's heart moved, and his expression eased slightly.

"Ding Fei, I came here because of his entrustment." Yang Zhen doesn't sell Guanzi either.

"Where is he now?" Hearing him mention Ding Fei, the man hurriedly stepped forward and asked, with a sense of concern on his face.

Yang Zhen was also moved when he saw it, this person was so concerned about his subordinates. According to the thinking of ordinary superiors, when he mentioned Ding Fei, he was afraid that the first thing that would come to mind was the oilcloth bag, but he only asked people, which was really surprising. Maybe it's because of such a boss that Ding Fei wants to finish things until he dies, right?

However, Yang Zhen's answer was about to disappoint him: "Ding Fei died the night before." ”

The man was stunned at first, and then sighed again: "Sure enough, otherwise you wouldn't be here." ”

Yang Zhen nodded, and pointed to the knives on his neck: "Now you can let them put the knives down, I still have something to give you here." ”

"Oh? I think it's better to wait. The man quickly hid the mood swings just now, and regained his cold expression: "Take his package." ”

Immediately, someone stepped forward and took the package on Yang Zhen's back, and they escorted him into the small pavilion. Just when the package was opened on the stone table of the pavilion, several people were a little stunned, because what caught their eyes was a pile of large silver tickets and several silver ingots of not light weight, which were roughly estimated to be tens of thousands.

Soon, though, they turned their gaze to the oilcloth bag with a hole in the middle and a lot of blood, and it was clear that this was what they needed.

The man took a look, picked up everything in the package and turned around with a few people to leave, but Yang Zhen was still held by a knife, and even if he was dissatisfied, he couldn't resist.

I wish all book friends and readers a happy May Day holiday, and on Labor Day, I will bother you to give passers-by a collection and recommendation ticket!!!

Oh, by the way, there's a shift in the evening...