Wen Cui pondered for a moment.

beckoned to Yang Huance: "There is." ”

Yang Huance leaned over and listened to Wen Cui say unhurriedly: "That assassin is strong in martial arts, so he must have some ability." Most of these men who can be hired to kill are proud and even conceited, and I suspect that he will try to escape from the prison tonight. ”

Yang Huance listened, laughed, shook his head and waved his hand: "This Mr. Wen is wrong, with my people watching, even if he has wings, he can't escape." ”

"I naturally know that he can't fly with wings, but" Wen Cui seemed to laugh, "Brother Yang can't put some water, let him fly out first"

"Let him fly out first"

Yang Huance was a little confused, and he didn't understand what Mr. Wen was planning.

Wen Cui sighed helplessly.

This Yang Huance is good at everything, but he is a little brainless.

Mr. Wen stood and didn't speak, only smiled at Yang Huance, and Yang Huance was stared at by him so that his scalp was a little numb.

"What Mr. Wen means is to invite you into the urn"

"Not bad"

Mr. Wen clapped his hands in admiration.

He knew that Yang Huance knew everything, it depended on whether he was willing to think about it and whether he was willing to do it.

Yang Huance pondered for a moment, and finally nodded to Mr. Wen: "That's it." ”

It was night, the night breeze was gentle, and in the government as usual, the night watchmen alternated shifts, and they did not dare to relax for a moment.

In the prison, four or five soldiers guarding Lin Xiangru were sitting around and chatting.

Lin Xiangru was no longer as good as Huaiyu at this time, he was a little embarrassed at this moment, and a few strands of hair that were originally neatly groomed were scattered at the moment, but there was a little bit of romance in the embarrassment.

He frowned as he looked at the soldiers sitting and chatting outside.

These people today are a little strange.

But he couldn't say what was strange or why it was strange.

The Assassin who had been captured yesterday was locked up on the other side, and there were also four or five soldiers guarding outside.

The lights in the cell were dim, and the light in the area where the prisoners were held was even darker, and a lean man with a cloak with piercing eyes stared intently at the soldiers who were sitting quietly outside.

It could be seen that in the middle of the night, they were starting to get sleepy.

The man silently showed a bloodthirsty smile, and his right hand, which was chained, moved slightly, and he untied the iron rope without knowing what trick he had played.

In order not to attract the attention of the people outside, the man sat on the ground, put his hands behind his back, and slowly moved towards the cell door while watching the soldiers outside.

In the middle of the night, I saw that several people at the small wooden table outside were already sleepy and yawning, and some people even fell asleep on the table.

The man had already come to the edge of the cell door, only a foot away from the soldiers outside, the man did not hesitate at all, his five fingers moved slightly, and a few traces of silver slashed across the ground, just stabbing the backs of the two soldiers closest to the cell door.

The two of them slowly lay down little by little.

The man looked at the remaining two, one of whom slept like a dead pig and snorted loudly, while the other, still holding on, opened and closed his eyes.

Since the other party happened to be facing him, the man did not dare to act rashly, so he had to lean against the cell door and pretend to sleep.

After about two quarters of an hour, it was estimated that the soldier on the other side was about to fall asleep, and the man dared to turn his head to see that the other party had not yet fallen down.

The man got a little impatient, and fell to the ground and screamed.

The soldier who hadn't yet fallen down immediately came forward with a lamp: "What's the matter, what's the matter, it's not going to let people sleep at night?"

The man raised his head with difficulty: "Brother Head Catcher, I have a stomachache, maybe I have a bad stomach during the day." ”

"I don't care if your stomach hurts?"

The soldier turned around and wanted to leave, but at the moment he turned around, he was stabbed by the man's silver needle, and he immediately drove straight to the ground.

The man smiled contemptuously, took out a thin needle, deftly unlocked it, and broke out of the prison where he had been held night and day.

"Grandpa is gone, I won't play with you grandchildren"

He patted the dust off his body, and walked out of the prison with ease.

I didn't see anyone on patrol all the way.

The man stroked his hair, and one flew to the roof, where he sat down and comfortably enjoyed the gentle breeze of the quiet night.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the man showed a rare gentle smile.

Reaching out and pulling out a golden bell from his bosom, he kept shaking it at the moon.

However, the bell was missing the bell spring, and no matter how much it was shaken, it could not be sounded, but the man showed no sign of stopping, and just kept shaking and shaking.

After a long while, he finally stopped shaking it, and held the bell in the palm of his hand, as if remembering something beautiful, and a smile loomed on his lips.

"Ling'er, when I finish this vote, I'll go home and marry you"

Carrying the bell into his arms, the man stood up and looked at Yang Huance's bedroom with a solemn face.

A few flew away, and came to the outside of Yang Huangce's bedroom, entered the house silently, and looked at the knife on the knife holder next to the bed, and the man smiled.

Pick up the knife, raise the knife in your hand, and slash at the sleeping man on the bed.

The next day, there was chaos in the palace.

A notice was also posted outside the government office, and the onlookers said a word to me.

"What's going on"

"It said that the assassin last night and the day before yesterday escaped from the prison, first killed several soldiers, and then sneaked into the house of Yang Governor's Mansion and slashed Yang Governor's Mansion."

"What"

"It doesn't matter if Governor Yang is injured or not?"

"I don't know about that. The notice also said that the Assassin had fled, and I hope that everyone will actively provide clues, and if anyone sees the Assassin, they must report it in time. ”

The crowd of onlookers immediately became dissatisfied.

"This Assassin is a bold man"

"If I had known that I, Jiang Xiaoyu, should not have left the government yesterday, and if I had known that I would stay by Brother Yang's side every step of the way, Brother Yang would not have been injured."

Everyone shouted at him: "What's the use of you not leaving the top, I heard that it is very powerful at this moment, it is dozens of people who caught him before, you are a fisherman, at most you are fighting with your fish, you can still be tough with that ferocious at this moment"

"That's it, even Captain Yang is not his opponent, let alone you."

"You'd better go back fishing."

Jiang Xiaoyu was ridiculed by everyone like this, and he was immediately unhappy, and retorted loudly: "Who said that Brother Yang is not the opponent of that assassin The two confrontations, Brother Yang is asleep, the assassin is a sneak attack, do you understand?"

The crowd was stopped for a moment.

But immediately there was another humane: "I don't know if Yang Zhifu is seriously injured"

If Governor Yang was too seriously injured and died, would they really have to fall into the hands of Wang Shilun's group