"Shopkeeper, let's go!" Tianjin Wenxuan's semicolon was already in flames, and a man covered in blood grabbed the middle-aged man who was still wielding his waist knife and roared loudly.

The entire Wenxuan was caught in flames, and at least sixty corpses were lying on the street not far away. Many of them are not skilled in martial arts, and there are not many people still standing on the street, and each one of them is fighting to the death.

There were only twenty or thirty people dressed in the iconic black clothes of the Wenxuan, and the others were all masked men in night clothes. The middle-aged man with two scars on his face that was pulled was none other than the big treasurer of Wenxuan, Xie Lun.

Xie Lun's eyes were red, and he didn't move even if he was pulled by the henchman, his eyes were as wide as the other half, and his eyes were red: "No, I can't go, this is the hard work of Master Hou." ”

The subordinates dragged hard: "The big shopkeeper, stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, these grandsons are clearly prepared, any of us can have something, if you have something, we can't explain it to the Hou Ye!" ”

Xie Lun gritted his steel teeth, seeing his brothers lying in a pool of blood, and he couldn't do anything about it, so angry that he trembled all over.

In the end, he followed the henchman and began to flee.

It is true that the Wenxuan is Zhang Ru's hard work, but it is also the hard work of his Xie Lun. The Wenxuan is gone, as long as the people are still there, there will be a chance to rebuild the Wenxuan.

"My **** grandma is a bear." Not long after Xie Lun and a few of his henchmen left, a man in the battle group with at least a dozen scars on his back let out a low roar from the depths of his throat.

The excessive blood loss had already made this man's body a little disobedient, and he could clearly feel that his hands were trembling, and there were three people besieging him.

Facing three besiegers with a mutilated body, he would surely die without external help.

Taking advantage of the last bit of strength he had, he jumped up, and the waist knife in his hand came out of his hand, shooting directly at a masked man in front of him.

The man was visibly frightened by this move, and took a step back, and by the time he was about to continue the attack, the man had already pounced on the man in black on his left.

The unarmed Wen Xuan guy stretched out his hands like iron tongs and strangled the neck of the man in black, and after a while, the man in black turned red and kept struggling.

The other two who had already reacted immediately flew up, one slashed with a knife, and the other stabbed directly into the back.

There was a sharp stabbing pain in his back, and the guy felt a chill in his chest, and then it became difficult to breathe.

He turned back with difficulty, his head spun halfway, drooped suddenly, and bit the neck of the man in black below him.

Fishy blood gushed out of the veins in his neck, and deep in his throat it seemed as if his own blood was about to spurt out half, and he clenched his teeth until he heard a crunch, and the guy, who already had four or five more piercing wounds on his body, stared at the round eyes and refused to fall.

"Big brother, big brother!" After the two men in black killed the man, one of them kicked the man's body away, and then crouched down and hugged the man in black lying on the ground.

The blood on his neck gushed out like a spring, and the man had already covered the wound with his hand, but he still couldn't stop the blood from spurting.

After a while, the man in black let out a terrible wail.

The man in black lying on the ground was out of breath, and blood was still gushing from a wound the size of a wine glass on his neck.

A piece of meat on his neck was torn off by the guy.

"Kill!"

Trapped beasts are still fighting!

None of the guys chose to escape, and even if they chose to flee at this time, they could still escape.

The people in the government were like dead, and there was no movement.

In the end, the twenty or thirty men were brutally killed on the long street outside the Wenxuan, leaving not a single person alive.

Xie Lun and seven men hurriedly escaped, followed by fifteen or sixteen pursuers, thanks to those men were his henchmen, and after burying three young lives again, he successfully shook off his tail and hid in a farmer's house forty miles outside Tianjin.

On the surface, there is an old woodcutter living here, but in fact, it is Zhang Ru's own cloud riding that lives here.

This was once the most elite team under Zhang Ru, and after Mu Bin successfully became the commander of the Jinyi Guard, he completely broke away from the Jinyi Guard and became Zhang Ru's personal guard.

Except for Zhang Ru and Wang Zhou, no one knows how many people there are, and no one knows who Soaring Cloud Riding is.

Unexpectedly, this time the cloud riding came in handy.

After the old woodcutter personally helped Xie Lun and a few of his subordinates deal with their wounds, he frowned and asked, "Xie Qianhu, what's the matter with you?" ”

Xie Lun gasped and said: "Don't ask what's wrong yet, immediately Feiying will pass the book and tell Master Hou that someone has already taken action against Tianjin." By the way, ask Master Hou, what should we do. ”

The old woodcutter's rough big hand looked so agile when he held the brush, and it didn't take long for Xie Lun's meaning to be written.

He walked out of the room and whistled into the night sky, only to hear the sound of wings fluttering in his ears, and then a large goshawk stood on his arm.

There is a small bamboo tube on the eagle's leg, and if you look at the smooth skin, you can know that this bamboo tube has been used for a long time. The woodcutter pinched the bamboo tube with his fingers to make sure it was strong, stuffed the paper roll that had dried the ink into the bamboo tube, and released the goshawk.

Re-entering the house, and after making a few small dishes in the kitchen, the old woodcutter stood beside Xie Lun with his head down.

After Xie Lun and the others ate something, he recovered a little, and he waved his hand at the old woodcutter: "You go down and rest first!" A few of us entered the secret passage. Let's deal with those bloodstains, no accident, someone will search this side tomorrow. By the way, put the horses away, clean up the horses' hoof prints in the yard, and try not to let people see any clues. ”

The old woodcutter smiled: "Don't worry, Lord Qianhu, I won't leave my tail." ”

After entering the secret room, the old woodcutter covered the outside for a while, and then went out with a shovel.

The henchman's subordinates waited until there was no sound outside before asking in a low voice, "What happened tonight is too strange, can this person believe it?" ”

Xie Lun frowned and said, "If you can't believe it, you have to believe it." He is Wang Zhou's man, he should not betray us, if he wants to betray us, we will not be able to eat at all. ”

"So what do we do?" Another subordinate asked.

Xie Lun said in a deep voice: "Wait and see, there is no news from the Hou Ye side now, and the only person we have now is to take care of the injuries." You can rest assured, Hou Ye will not give up on us, the Wenxuan number is Hou Ye's, and someone wants to do something to the Hou Ye, so I plan to take the Wenxuan number first. ”

"What needs to be done has been done, and those people are afraid that they will be empty. At that time, the marquis of the capital will be in danger. Someone said worriedly.

Xie Lun said: "These are not the problems we have to consider, Hou Ye definitely has a back hand, and ordinary people want to win Hou Ye, which is tantamount to a fool's dream." ”

Several people analyzed for a while, and fell asleep in the pain.

Early the next morning, the old woodcutter went out with an axe, and before he had gone far, he encountered a large group of people. He immediately ducked to the side of the road, but when the men saw him, they came straight to him.

The old woodcutter trembled and said, "Masters, what are you going to do?" ”

The first person has a white face and beard, and a pair of triangular eyes are extremely gloomy, even in the face of such an old woodcutter, his hand is on the broken blade at his waist.

He took out a white silk silk from his arms and covered his mouth, and asked in a very soft tone, "Who are you and where is the head of the family?" ”

The old woodcutter trembled and said: "If you go back to the official, Xiao Lao'er is a woodcutter, and his family lives not far from Sanliyuan, and there is only Xiao Lao'er in the family, so he really has no money." ”

The man in charge glanced at the old woodcutter with disdain, and was about to turn around, when he caught a glimpse of the old woodcutter's hand holding the axe, and a smear of dried blood between his fingers aroused his vigilance.

"Hmph, let's go, take me to your house to have a look." The way of the leader is the way of the shadowy measure.

The old woodcutter nodded hurriedly: "Okay, as long as the officials don't hurt the little old man's life, the little old man will lead the officials to go." ”

The old woodcutter led the way in front, followed by a large group of big men riding tall horses, and after a while, they arrived at the small thatched house where the old woodcutter lived.

The leader made a look, and immediately four or five people jumped off their horses and ran quickly towards the thatched house.

In the secret room of the thatched house, except for Xie Lun, everyone else was asleep, and suddenly, Xie Lun's ears moved, and he put his ears against the wall very vigilantly, and then he nervously held the handle of the knife.

Could it be that the old woodcutter couldn't believe it at all? Could it be that he has already brought someone here?

Xie Lun was in a very nervous mood at this time, he had been running the Wenxuan industry outside, and he didn't know much about Soaring Cloud Riding at all. If he hadn't been cornered this time, he wouldn't have come to the location of this hidden stake at all.

As soon as a few people entered the room, they began to rummage, everyone was out of the sheath, as long as there was someone hidden in the room, they would definitely kill the killer.

Unfortunately, after looking for a long time, I found nothing.

It scared Xie Lun, who hid in the secret room and didn't dare to come out, half to death, if he was caught, his previous efforts would be wasted.

After a few people returned to their lives, the middle-aged man with a gloomy face glanced at the old woodcutter meaningfully: "Did you hear any movement last night?" ”

The old woodcutter lowered his eyebrows and said, "If you return to the official, the little old man has never heard any movement. I was tired from cutting wood during the day, and I slept to death at night. ”

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Then where did the blood in the cracks between your fingernails come from?" ”

The old woodcutter pointed to the Shiba dog hanging at the door: "Killed the dog yesterday." ”

After the middle-aged man took a closer look at the dog meat, he dispelled his doubts and asked his subordinates to take out a portrait and hand it to the old woodcutter: "If you see the person on this portrait, go to Tianjin Mansion immediately to report, and the court will have a heavy reward." ”

The old woodcutter nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay, okay, the words of the official, the little old man remembers." ”