Jiang Qingyun's legs were so weak that he almost fell to his knees.

Pretending to be strong, "Why are you a murderer when you open your mouth?" Are you still unreasonable, don't you talk about the king's law? ”

Ling Shang didn't have the heart to deal with him, he held Ye Mu Ginseng in one hand and probed his pulse with the other.

It was worse than he expected - blame this ignorant young master for feeding Ye Mushen some medicine prescribed by quacks.

Ling Shang took out a silver needle and locked the man's acupoint.

Jiang Qingyun saw that Ling Shang did have two moments, and his hostility was not as strong as before, "What, if you can really make him wake up, it's here, I can help you prepare any medicine you want...... Hey, what are you doing? I can't help but hold my pulse so tightly, right? You, you, you......"

Ling Shang was tired of the noise of this delicate young master, and several silver needles flew out of his sleeves one after another, piercing into his dumb hole and shoulder well point respectively.

Jiang Qingyun didn't feel the pain, only found that he couldn't make a sound anymore, and his upper limbs were numb and couldn't move, and he looked at Ling Shang in horror.

Ling Shang wanted to leave through the wide open window with Ye Mu Shen, but turned back to Jiang Qingyun.

"Over the years, Yan'an City has been your Jiang family's territory, yes. But the number of people who died at my hands was far greater than the people of a Yan'an city. You still have use value, and I have no intention of being your enemy, but if you hinder me again...... I'll let you know what life is better than death. ”

With just one sentence, Jiang Qingyun's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

He didn't dare to breathe, listening to the sound of Ling Shang leaving from the main gate with Ye Mushen, there was only fear left in his heart.

What kind of person would carry the life of a city on his back?

And what kind of person, after killing so many people, can still get away unscathed?

……

Early the next morning, Yan Huan disguised himself as a fortune teller and absentmindedly set up a stall not far from the bell tower.

He shouted in an authentic Yan'an dialect, "One life, two luck, three feng shui, four merits and five studies." Six seven phases and eight worship gods, nine nobles and ten health. Fortune telling, no money! ”

There were few pedestrians on the streets, and Huan Huan also looked at the six roads, calculating the soldiers he saw in ambush.

Yan Kun was hung on the top of the bell tower, exposed to the wind and sun for days, and his appearance was haggard and pitiful.

Yan Huan was about to use the sound transmission technique to say something to his grandfather, when he sensed a familiar cold aura behind him.

He turned around with a numb scalp, and he didn't smile, "Does this master want to count fortune, or do you want to test marriage?" ”

Ling Shang raised his eyebrows at the fake beard on Yan Huan's chin, "Yan Huan, don't pretend." ”

“…… Yan Huan? Do you want to count your marriage with this person? That's the name, I can figure it out without the eight characters of the birthday - this person is a lone star, and he has no ...... with anyone."

Ling Shang interrupted coldly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is looking for you. I can kill you and Old Man Kun right now, and take Song Xiaomin to the prince to receive merit and ask for rewards; can also help you, let you make up for it in front of the prince, and let the prince let go of Old Man Kun. ”

"Ahem...... I don't seem to have a choice. ”

Ling Shang lazily looked away, "Your beard is going to fall off." ”

Yan Huan grinned embarrassedly, and then ripped off his beard, "It's true, it's been too long since I've changed my face, and my craftsmanship is rusty." ”

Ling Shang put his hands behind his back and took a step towards the corner of the street.

Yan Huan followed closely, throwing away those fortune-telling props along the way, and the robe with the word "life" painted on it floated from time to time.

Turning the corner, he tore off the thin mask on his face, revealing his cheeks stamped with the marks of a black fan.

"Master Hou, where do you want me to take you this time?"

Ling Shang didn't look back, "Do you know that there is a kind of butterfly that lays eggs in spring, dormant in summer and autumn, and breaks cocoons in winter?" ”