Chapter Eighty-Nine: There Is No Turning Back
Wang Yu listened, sneered and said,
"I don't need to ask, I must have been eradicated once ten years ago, and now I have learned to be obedient and know that I need to disguise."
"Oh, I see,"
Zong Jiyuan thought for a moment and said,
"So, the people in that village should be the thieves pretending? Since they pretend to be ordinary villagers, why don't we pretend to be ordinary travelers? ”
"Do you mean to ......?"
Wang Yu looked at her in disbelief,
"Just swaggering over there, right?"
"That's what I really planned,"
Zong Jiyuan smiled and said,
"Normally, what would happen if an unsuspecting passerby came up here and saw this village?"
"Will go in and find a place to rest and drink,"
Wang Yu looked at her with a very strange expression and replied,
"If it's convenient, you might want to find a restaurant to have a meal."
"That's right, let's do it."
After hearing what he said, Zong Jiyuan was excited.
Wang Yu was almost speechless by her, and held back for a while before saying,
"Hey, Ji Yuan, do you understand what I said? That's just under normal circumstances. You must know that this place is hidden in the mountains, it is difficult for anyone to come here, take a step back and say, even if someone walks in by mistake, there is almost no possibility of leaving alive, otherwise, why did I inquire about so many farmers and hunters in this Dongshan area, but no one knows the location of this Pingliang Village? If we pretend to be passers-by, let alone these thieves, no one will believe them. In that case, you and I are in the light, and they are in the dark, won't we fall into a crisis step by step? ”
"That's what the little brother wants,"
Zong Jiyuan's tone became deeper,
"If you don't get into danger, how can you get in touch with them? If you don't make contact, how can you understand their reality and conclude that this is really the lair of those four thieves? ”
"So you already know the dangers involved."
Wang Yu's eyes flashed, and he looked at her again and said,
"Okay, I'll 'sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman', anyway, if I can't find Xiaoyue, I won't have the face to see Brother Li and his wife."
"So, we're done?"
Zong Jiyuan stared at him and asked,
"Won't you regret it? When we actually set foot in that so-called village, there is no turning back. ”
"As long as I can be with you, what else do I need to turn back......"
Inexplicably, Wang Yu actually said such a sentence.
When Zong Jiyuan heard this, his heart instantly tightened, but he quickly calmed down again, just as if he hadn't heard anything, and said softly,
"Let's go, then."
The two of them came out of the hideout, and Zong Jiyuan simply took off the black night clothes that Wang Yu had lent him and handed them back to him. Wang Yu thought about it, too, it was meaningless to wear any "night clothes" in the daytime, so he put the clothes into the burden he was carrying on his shoulders.
In this way, like a walk, the two of them came towards this so-called "village", Zong Jiyuan was still her refreshing white shirt, and the hat on Wang Yu's head was pressed even lower.
When I came to the entrance of the village, I saw that the main road in the village was still relatively spacious, and there were some people on both sides who were buying, selling, and setting up stalls, and there was no shortage of teahouses and restaurants.
Zong Jiyuan and Wang Yu glanced at each other, smiled slightly, and walked into the village.
Walking out of the way, look at a steamed bun shop on the side of the road, a basket of fragrant white flour steamed buns, just out of the pot, Zong Jiyuan walked over quickly, smiling and authentic,
"Master's house, what a fragrant steamed bun, how to sell it, I want two."
"Oh? Ah, two for a big buck......"
The shopkeeper was taken aback and replied quickly.
Zong Jiyuan took out a large sum from his sleeve and put it on the table, took the two steamed buns wrapped and handed over by the shopkeeper, returned to the road, and handed Wang Yu a way,
"I didn't eat in the morning, so let's have a cushion first."
"I said you, aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"
While taking it, Wang Yubian asked a little funny.
Zong Jiyuan smiled nonchalantly and said,
"If he was going to poison him just now, he would definitely not be able to escape my eyes, and if he had poisoned him beforehand, it would be impossible at all. Even if it's a thief, they have to eat, don't they? This pot of steamed buns must be made for their own people to eat, I just suddenly went over to buy it, and they didn't know in advance that there would be such a thing, how could they poison it in advance? Don't worry, it's okay. ”
"You have a lot of eyes."
said so, but Wang Yu had to admit in her heart that what she said was completely reasonable, and the two of them continued to walk on the main road in the village while eating steamed buns, and did not forget to comment on the scenery of this place from time to time.
The steamed buns in his hand were almost eaten, and Zong Jiyuan was still chatting with Wang Yu. When passing by a tea stall, the owner of the stall, like other "villagers", stared at the only two passers-by on the main road of the village who passed in front of him, until they gradually moved away, and then he made a pot of flower tea with a sigh of relief, probably intending to crush the nervous self that had just been nervous.
But he never thought that when the pot of flower tea was brewed and the fragrance of tea with jasmine fragrance wafted out, a beautiful young man's face suddenly appeared in front of the owner of the tea stall.
"Master, what fragrant tea, our brother has decided, just drink a cup of tea under your stall, rest your feet and leave."
"Huh?!"
The owner of this stall obviously saw these two people passing by and had already walked dozens of meters away, but how could this young man appear under this tea shed so quickly and instantly, how did he do it.
After being stunned for a long time, the stall owner recovered from his astonishment and said,
"You, you, you two want tea?"
"Yes, and we're going to drink this pot in your hand."
Zong Jiyuan said with a smile at him.
At this time, Wang Yu also walked over with a pacing step, raised his legs, straddled a bench beside Zong Jiyuan with a big grin, and put his feet on the adjacent chair in a demonstrative manner, and his sparkling gaze shot out from under the lowered hat, staring fiercely at the tea stall owner.
After a long pause, the stall owner's stiff face barely squeezed out a little smile, and said,
"Well, this pot of tea has been drunk by the villain, and it's not good to drink it for the two guests...... You two, please wait a moment while I make another pot. ”
"No need,"
His proposal was immediately interrupted by Wang Yu's cold voice,
"How can we have so much time to wait, we said we wanted to drink this pot, and we drank this pot!"