Wu Shuang was already covered in blood and fell to the ground, Ziyou looked at the dagger with blood in his hand, and secretly said that this dagger is really an ancestral thing, the end is extremely sharp, and it gently pierces the skin of the person, which is much better than the rusty Luoyang shovel.

"Dad, why do you want to kill people, he is Han." Shen Mengxi asked uneasily when he saw the corpse on the ground.

"It's just a matter of killing people and killing people." Presumably, the reason why the government was able to know that they were hiding here just now must have been the secret of this kid, and it was a scourge to keep him, and he took the initiative to jump out and die, so he would give him a ride by the way, but seeing that the clothes he had just changed on his body were dirty again, and he had to freshen up again, but it was also troublesome.

It took a lot of time to put Ma Shun's mother in the coffin shop, and by the time he got out of the city, the sky was already a little dark, and the people guarding the north city gate were Zhang Bingyi, which made Ziyou feel at ease, and they didn't interrogate too much.

"Where are you going? This is until Xiang Bei, to the side of Weishan Lake, that is the territory where the Yan army is stationed, the northwest is Jiuli Mountain, there are also Wu Yun's people holding the hand, this area is not too peaceful, if the son wants to go out of the city, he still has to think twice, the nearby farmers have already brought their wives to avoid trouble, except for the officers and soldiers, almost no ordinary people. ”

The officers and soldiers guarding the door kindly reminded Ziyou.

"Go outside and pick up a relative." Ziyou Hu made up a reason to fool the past.

The sky was dark, the snow gradually became bigger, and there were faint clusters of light in the sky, blooming and extinguishing, and the thunder sound was released, very faint, but very clear, it was about to thunder.

"Winter thunder is not a good sign." Tridge said.

"Thunder is rare in winter, but it's not impossible, what's the bad point?"

"This is the saying that has been handed down among our tomb robbers, thunder in winter, the tomb owner returns, the legend is that the owner of each tomb, the soul has returned to the underworld, but whenever the thunderstorm weather, they will return to the tomb built for them by the living, enjoy the sacrifices in the tomb, at this time for the tomb robbers, must rest for a day, otherwise it will disturb the tomb owner, and the consequences will be very serious."

"It's a very interesting legend." Ziyou has a big disbelief written on his face, there is naturally no connection between the winter thunder and the tomb owner, feudal superstition has long had no place in Ziyou's consciousness, he only believes in science, but any discovery in the feudal society is the wisdom and experience of the people passed down from generation to generation, maybe it is a certain winter thunder weather, a certain tomb robber planted in it, so that people mistakenly think that the tomb owner came back and killed the tomb robber, so there is such a saying.

In fact, most of the time, folk legends are compiled in this way, and they become more and more mysterious, so that later, even if most people know that they are fake, they are happy to listen to the stories compiled in them, such as the list of gods, such as Journey to the West, and so on.

That's a long way off. Maybe winter will really have an adverse impact on tomb robbing, but now it is ready to be sent, even Triki can't say what kind of changes will happen in the tomb when it thunders in winter, compared to their rules, he and their friends have not tried it, and the thunder in winter will not occur once in a few years, and there is no such good time to encounter this kind of weather to rob the tomb.

Cui Qi was a little worried, but now he put life and death aside, Shen Xiang gave these refugees a new life, it can be regarded as their reborn parents, stealing the tomb of Qin Taizu, if it can help the Shen family, it doesn't matter if it is a small life.

At least that's what he thinks.

Shen Mengxi was already trembling a little and pulled Ziyou's arm, obviously feeling a little frightened when he heard that the tomb owner might turn back to the tomb.

"Are you afraid, let you stay in the city, you want to come out." Ziyou said with a smile.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Mengxi said tremblingly.

"I'm not afraid of what you're shaking, it's not good to lie, you see you're trembling."

"It's because it's a little cold." Shen Mengxi lowered his head and said. "There's nothing to be afraid of when the owner of the tomb appears."

"Because Dad is here."

The words were extremely confident, which made Ziyou a little moved, when did this chick trust Ziyou so much, with her own presence, there must be no danger? Zi You thought so, looked at the sky, restrained his expression, and was noncommittal to Shen Mengxi's words.

A cold wind blew, and Ziyou couldn't help but shiver, it was indeed getting colder. Winter thunder occurs when the cold air from the north collides with the warm and humid air currents from the south, which causes the temperature to plummet.

"Dad, walk slowly, I can't walk anymore." Shen Mengxi reminded embarrassedly.

After leaving the city, he turned to the northwest, because he wanted to pretend to be an ordinary civilian, and the target was too big to avoid the attention of Wu Yun's side in the carriage, so he could only walk for the time being, although the road was easy to walk, but the distance was still a little far away, so that a young lady like Shen Mengxi was a little unbearable.

At this time, there was the sound of neighing horses behind him, as well as the sound of wheel axle rubbing, Ziyou looked back, but there was a carriage, slowly galloping from behind, Ziyou was surprised to go to the identity of the carriage person, but saw that the horseman was somewhat familiar, the style of the carriage seemed to have been seen there, and it seemed that he had ridden it, but there were too many carriages he had sat in, but he could not easily determine.

Until the carriage stopped, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Song Minyu's little face appeared in front of Ziyou. "Come in."

There was no more explanation, no more questions, just three simple words, as if you already knew everything.

Song Minyu is a smart woman, and Ziyou also knows that since she chased here in a carriage, it means that she already knows something, or guessed something, Ziyou is not polite to them, and plunges into the carriage without hesitation with her head.

Song Minyu was the only one in the car, but her maid Qi'er didn't take her with her, she stretched out her hand and wanted to touch her little face, but Song Minyu grabbed her wrist with a hand. "Uncle is self-respecting."

The uncle, not the son, is obviously reminding Ziyou that he is a married man.

But Ziyou will not have any formal restraint because of this identity, and said with a smile. "Uncle is heavy or not, you should know very well."

Song Minyu glared at Ziyou with beautiful eyes, obviously understanding Ziyou's words.

Ziyou withdrew his hand and took two strokes on Song Minyu's hand. "That's the interest you pay for tracking me."

At this time, Shen Mengxi also got into the car. (To be continued.) )