Seeing Wu Zhiyuan's angry face, Adjutant Wang immediately panicked, hurriedly responded, turned around and went to break the willow branches again, and rushed back after a while, this time he broke a handful, all of which were fresh wicker.

Wu Zhiyuan pressed Zhang Dashuai's head tightly with his left hand, grabbed a wicker with his free right hand, and shouted: "Get out of the way!" ”

The three soldiers hurriedly got up and flashed to the side, Zhang Dashuai lost his restraint and was about to roar and turn over, but saw Wu Zhiyuan holding a wicker and slamming it at him.

Hearing only a "pop", the wicker was drawn to Zhang Dashuai's chest full of chest hair, leaving a blood-red mark. Zhang Dashuai had already sat up half of his body, but he was pumped by the wicker, and he actually lay on the ground, and at the same time let out a miserable scream, and his hands kept scratching his chest, which seemed to be very painful.

Adjutant Wang and the others looked at each other, not understanding how the whipping of a mere wicker could make the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Zhang Dashuai react so violently, it was just a weak wicker, but the scars left on Zhang Dashuai's body were more ferocious than the whipping of the leather whip.

"Papapa......" Wu Zhiyuan did not pause, raised the wicker and pumped it down one after another, Zhang Dashuai gradually turned from angry screams to painful moans. groaning, his body was constantly twisting and struggling in place, and his chest was already covered with blood-red marks of wicker whipping of different lengths and thicknesses.

The three soldiers may have suffered a lot from Zhang Dashuai, and when they saw Wu Zhiyuan whipping wildly, they only felt very enjoyable, and the three of them couldn't help but cheer for Wu Zhiyuan. Seeing this, Adjutant Wang glared at the three of them fiercely, and the three of them realized their gaffe this time and quickly silenced them.

Although Adjutant Wang looked treacherous, he was very loyal to his master, Zhang Dashuai, as can be seen from the fact that he had organized his men to shoot at Zhang Dashuai.

The wicker in Wu Zhiyuan's hand was quickly broken, and he took another one from Adjutant Wang's hand and continued to pump wildly without stopping.

Zhang Dashuai's chest has been completely red, and the dense imprints are criss-crossed, although the imprints look blood-red, but not a drop of blood flows out, and at this time Zhang Dashuai groaned in pain. The chant also changed his tone, and his voice was slender, as if it was a child crying and begging for mercy.

"Why don't you go back?" Wu Zhiyuan raised the wicker and whipped it, and scolded Zhang Dashuai's body angrily.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Dashuai's body suddenly straightened up, his head and feet hit the ground, his waist arched, and his mouth began to spit out pools of foul-smelling black water, black water continued to emerge from the corners of his mouth, and the color was like ink. When the black water ran out, Zhang Dashuai's whole body was loosened, and he lay on his back on the ground and stopped moving.

At the same time, the puppet on the gravel not far away suddenly "grunted" and stood up on its own. Everyone's eyes were suddenly attracted by the puppet that stood upright, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly rushed over, grabbed the puppet in his hand with his left hand, stretched out his right index finger to his mouth and bit it hard, and blood oozed from his finger belly.

He was exhausted from this toss, and he just wanted to have a good meal and find a big bed to sleep comfortably.

Adjutant Wang walked over, leaned over and asked, "Oh, that, brother, it's already ...... It's okay? ”

Wu Zhiyuan slowly closed his eyes, nodded, and said, "Give me something to eat, I want to sleep well." ”

"That, Dashuai is okay?" Adjutant Wang looked at Zhang Dashuai, who was lying not far away, and asked, with a look of concern on his face.

"Carry him back, and he will wake up after a while." Wu Zhiyuan replied a little weakly.

When Adjutant Wang heard this, he hurriedly beckoned the three people to carry Zhang Dashuai back to the villa, two of them helped Zhang Dashuai up, and the other saw Adjutant Wang limping when he walked, so he hurriedly ran over to help.

"Go and pick up the brother, send him to the barracks to rest, and then tell the servants to prepare the food and drink!" Adjutant Wang shook his hand and signaled to the soldier, who hurriedly helped Wu Zhiyuan up, and several people walked towards the iron gate to the east one after the other.

Wu Zhiyuan lay in the dormitory of the guards of the Marshal's Mansion and quickly fell asleep, and was woken up in the middle to eat a few bites of food, and then fell on the bed again, this sleep was very deep. Since he came to Jinan Mansion, he has not slept for two consecutive days, and his spirit was too nervous when he caught that little ghost, and now he feels very sleepy as soon as he relaxes. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I'm in a daze, and I feel like someone is shaking me constantly.

Wu Zhiyuan opened his sleepy eyes, saw Adjutant Wang's smiling face leaning over in front of him and asked with a smile, "Brother, are you awake?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, but saw that Adjutant Wang was pushed away, and a fat body was clubbed in front of him, and the man said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Wu, bear with me, a few dogs don't understand the rules, let you be wronged, go, go to the villa to sleep, the bed there is comfortable!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan fixed his eyes and saw that the person who spoke was actually Zhang Dashuai, his face was yellow at this time, but his spirit was very full, he had already changed into clean clothes, and it seemed that his body was fine.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly excused himself, but Zhang Dashuai insisted on taking him to the villa, but it was difficult to refuse, Wu Zhiyuan just got up and followed him out of the barracks and went to the villa in the marshal's mansion.

It can be seen that Zhang Dashuai is really grateful to Wu Zhiyuan, and the room vacated for him is very large, the interior decoration style is extremely trendy, and the large bed in the center is soft and comfortable. Wu Zhiyuan slept on the soil kang, and he only slept in the big bed once in his impression, which was in Sheng Wanxiang's boudoir, and he felt that Sheng Wanxiang's bed was already the most comfortable in the world, but he didn't expect that there was anything more comfortable than that.

Zhang Dashuai also sent Wu Zhiyuan two women dressed in bewitching clothes, and Wu Zhiyuan took a lot of words to send the two women away. Kazuki fell on the wide and comfortable bed, sleepiness hit again, Wu Zhiyuan yawned, and soon fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and after this sleep, Wu Zhiyuan felt refreshed, as if he had felt after cultivating the "Guiyuan True Scripture", but he knew in his heart that his vitality cultivation had been abolished, and the current feeling was not given by the "Guiyuan True Scripture", but just a normal reaction after the body recovered.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains, it was already dark outside, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, and it was estimated that it was also three watches. Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little urgent, looked around the room, and didn't find the night pot, but he didn't know where the thatched house of the marshal's mansion was, thought for a while, then opened the door and walked out, intending to look outside.

The hallway was lit up with yellow lights, and the floor was covered with a beautifully patterned carpet on which there was not a trace of footsteps.

At this time, it was late at night, and the villa was quiet, without any sound, and the servants must have already slept. Before Wu Zhiyuan reached the staircase, he suddenly heard a very slight footstep on the stairs, listening to the sound, the person who came seemed to be going upstairs, and deliberately lowered the sound of his feet, which seemed a little sneaky.

"Who could it be so late?" Wu Zhiyuan was suspicious in his heart, only to hear the footsteps going upstairs getting closer and closer, and just when the man was about to walk up the stairs, Wu Zhiyuan flashed back to his room, opened a crack in the door and peeked out.

I saw a black shadow crept into the corridor, looked at both ends of the corridor vigilantly, and then bent over and touched the east side of the corridor.