Before Zhang Qingming finished speaking, he saw a cold light in front of him. The strong man in black also took out a sharp short knife from somewhere and stuck it on the table in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Qingming heard a deep voice:

"I'm not here to ask for money!"

"No, isn't it for money?" Zhang Qingming listened to the words of the black-clothed masked man. He shouted in his heart that he didn't want money. Do you dare to come and kill him?

Zhang Qingming thinks that he is the county magistrate of this small county. He had a good relationship with everyone and didn't offend anyone. How could anyone want his life?

He was a scholar and a scholar in the imperial examinations. You can't carry your shoulders behind your back, and you can't carry your hands. Of course, he is not a hero. His body could not be compared to the masked black man in front of him. Since this person came to take his life, Zhang Qingming knew that he couldn't escape.

The thought that his ambition was not paid ended his life. Zhang Qingming felt extremely reluctant.

If he can't escape, he doesn't dare to shout, at present, this strong man has exposed that guy, in case he shouts, as soon as the bright short knife reaches his neck, he will immediately break his breath.

Zhang Qingming was so frightened that his legs were weak, and his brain spun fast. Suddenly, he was in a hurry

He rolled his eyes, kicked his feet, and leaned against his low couch.

Yes, the dignified county order Zhang Qingming is called the county order every day. At this point, he tries to avert disaster by playing dead.

Looking at a large-scale black-clothed man drama performed by Zhang Qingming, there are now more than 10,000 grass horses and mud horses running in my heart.

"Zhang Qingming, Zhang Qingming?" The black man sighed. He swore to God that he was not here to scare Zhang Qingming.

The man in black stretched out his arm and slapped Zhang Qingming twice on the face, trying to wake him up.

Zhang Qingming didn't move, still closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, thinking that if he faked his death for a while, he might be able to come up with a good way to escape.

When the man in black saw that Zhang Qingming was still pretending to be dead, he seemed to feel helpless. He straightened up and looked for a flint. He lit the oil lamp that Zhang Qingming had just blown out.

The oil lamp was on, and the visibility in the study was much better.

The man in black did not step forward to greet Zhang Qingming, but pulled out a chair and lay on his back opposite Zhang Qingming's low couch.

Although Zhang Qingming pretended to be dead, he still squinted at the movements of the man in black, watched him light the lamp, and sat down. Zhang Qingming couldn't help muttering to himself-

If the man wants to kill him, he should kill him. Sit down now, what do you mean?

You can't be wrong, right?

This man in black is not an assassin?

But if he wasn't an assassin, why did he dress like this at night?

What the hell is this black man trying to do?

The more Zhang Qingming thought about it, the more curious he became.

Damn, I really want to ask this guy in black!

However, Zhang Qingming felt that he was pretending to be dead and passed out. Now he opened his eyes on his own initiative. Isn't that great, right?

When Zhang Qingming was very entangled, he only heard the man in black talking.

"Zhang Xianling, your eyes are rolling under your nose. You won't get dizzy or fall asleep. You lie like this. You can avoid me, and you're not steady, right? Why don't we stand up and say something?"

Sure enough, the other party quickly saw through the trick of pretending to be dead.

Although it was embarrassing, Zhang Qingming still stood up from the low sofa.

"Hero, who are you?" What do you want me to do here? Seeing that the masked man in front of him didn't want to kill him, Zhang Qingming became a little bolder.

"Of course, I want to ask Zhang Xianling for some help."

"What's the busy?" Zhang Qingming asked cautiously.

He heard that the man in black was deliberately whispering. In addition, he spoke with an accent not that of a local, but of an official family. Could it be that this person is from the capital?