The battle situation has changed because of the involvement of He Denglou's group of people, although it is not a one-sided killing, but these three people want to withdraw as soon as possible to save Fu Yu, but they can't.

The three of them glanced at each other in the air, and the moves in their hands became more and more aggressive.

"My lord, let Song Lixin protect you to go to the ghost river first, and then the inferior rank will be broken." He Denglou stood in front of Leng Linjiang and said in a low voice.

Leng Linjiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "The ship has arrived?"

He Denglou glanced up at the northwest direction, a hexagonal Kong Ming lantern rose up, fluttering with yellow, orange and orange lights, and a peach blossom was painted on the lamp wall, which was extraordinarily colorful.

"Peach" and "escape" have the same sound, and after the person who answered the boat docked on the bank of the ghost river, he put a Kong Ming lantern to guide the direction, which was a code set early in the morning.

"Yes, in the northwest." He Denglou said in a low voice.

Leng Linjiang glanced at the three people who were fighting with the fast catchers, and asked meaningfully, "Do you know how to do it?"

He Denglou nodded without hesitation: "I understand."

Ghost River Soup, the reflection of a dim Kong Ming lantern on the river surface.

There was only half an hour left before dawn, and the people in the ghost market boarded the boat one after another.

Big boats and small boats ripple with the waves, pushing away small ripples on the river.

Several strange big boats docked on the northwest bank of the Ghost River, Mao Yongshao stood at the bow of the boat, and a lone lamp illuminated the rippling water.

A boatman looked back at the unconscious Fu Yu, and asked Mao Yongshao in a low voice, "Brother Mao, what's wrong with this little woman?"

Mao Yongshao glanced at the boatman: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

The boatman shrunk his neck, turned his head and saw Fu Yu's eyelashes in the cabin move slightly, as if he was about to wake up, he walked over quickly, and slapped Fu Yu on the back of his neck again.

Fu snorted sullenly, and fainted again in the fog.

The last thought before passing out was, can you fight in a different place, your neck is going to break!

Mao Yongshao saw a few familiar figures emerging from the darkness, he hurriedly jumped to the shore, and ordered the boatman to lay the gangplank more steadily, and greeted those people, and asked in shock, "My lord, this is, what's wrong?"

Although there were a lot of people in Leng Linjiang and his party, they were embarrassed.

It's just that the cloak is scattered with tattered clothes, and even Leng Linjiang, who has always paid the most attention to appearance, is gray-faced, and his torn sleeves are faintly soaked with blood.

Mao Yongshao was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground, and he was about to ask something more, but was interrupted by Leng Linjiang.

"Get on the boat, let's go." Leng Linjiang turned his head and looked extremely jealous, as if something terrible was chasing after him.

Mao Yongshao didn't dare to ask anything more, and hurriedly helped Leng Linjiang to the boat, and He Denglou followed him on the boat.

The other catchers also jumped on the boat in twos and threes, and before they could stand firmly, these strange big boats sailed away from the river bank in an instant like arrows from the string, heading for the middle of the ghost river.

Just as the big boat left the riverbank, a group of people like wolves chased after the shore.

There was a "whoosh" sound, and countless cold arrows burst out of the air, but because the distance was too far, the arrows didn't even touch the stern, and smashed into the river, causing a broken splash.

A group of angry people scolded on the shore, but there was nothing to do, and there was no boat to sit on the shore, so they could only watch the big ship go away.

Leng Linjiang sat in the cabin, turned his head to look at the unconscious Fuyu, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This trip was not in vain.

Leng Linjiang moved his body, pulled the wound, and hissed in pain.

He carefully rolled up his sleeves and saw a blur of flesh and blood on his arm, bright red flesh turned out, and the edges were stained with dots of black ash.

Mao Yongshao let out a low scream, and when he saw that He Denglou also had the same injury on his body, he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

As the catcher of Jingzhao Mansion, it is common to have injuries on his body, which is not uncommon, they are only officials rather than officials, and the people call him "official" on weekdays

, It's just a polite compliment, but I don't dare to offend the humility of the people in the government, but whoever meets someone with a bit of status and status, who will catch it as a dish!

This "official" can't be taken seriously, whoever is serious is stupid!

But Leng Linjiang is not fast, he is a serious four-grade ***, Lord Shaoyin of Jingzhao Mansion, who dares to beat him, even if he comes in civilian clothes and does not show his identity, but the official authority on this body cannot be faked.

Are these people blind and can't see?

Beat Lord Shaoyin like this!

The ghost market is really full of crazy people who are tired of being people and just want to be ghosts!

Mao Yongshao took a cold breath, took a clean handkerchief and wiped Leng Linjiang's wound, and scolded while wiping: "My lord, it was that bastard bastard who beat you like this, and he was picked up and chopped up and fed to the dog!"

Thinking of the last counterattack of the three of them, Leng Linjiang snorted: "Just because they have thistles in their hands, they have to be arrested and carefully interrogated!"

Hearing the words "fire thistle", Mao Yongshao was stunned, this thing is a thing in the army, how can a bunch of bastards in the ghost market get such a powerful thing.

"My lord, those three people don't look like people in the army." Mao Yongshao bandaged Leng Linjiang's wound, and then turned his head to clean He Denglou's wound.

The clothes on He Denglou's back were all soaked with blood, sticking to the wound, and the slightest movement would cause blood to flow.

Mao Yongshao didn't dare to exert any more force, pulled out the dagger from the boots of the leather boots, and carefully cut off the blood-stained clothes, revealing his scarred back.

He Denglou's injuries were obviously more serious than Leng Linjiang's, his entire back was blurred by the explosion, and he couldn't sit still, he was lying on his stomach weakly, and his body shook weakly with the shaking hull of the boat.

The moment the knife wound medicine was sprinkled on the wound, He Denglou finally couldn't hold back his moaning, and his hands grabbed the gap in the plank, and the cold sweat of the bean suddenly seeped out.

Leng Linjiang felt distressed for a while, and burst into a foul mouth: "! Lao Tzu is going to dig the graves of his ancestors for eighteen generations!"

It was originally a good situation, and the three people were about to be arrested, but who knew that the injured man actually threw a firetle terrestris.

At the moment when the thistle terrestris exploded, it was He Denglou who threw Leng Linjiang away, and he suffered most of the impact of the explosion, and his back exploded in a mess.

Leng Linjiang subconsciously touched his face, if it weren't for He Denglou sacrificing his life to save him, today next year, it is estimated that his grave grass will be more than one person tall.

"My lord, why don't you catch your head here, it's blown up harder." Mao Yongshao looked at He Denglou's back, quite helpless.

He Denglou's back was blown up with flesh and blood, and the deepest part of the wound could be seen Sen Sen's white bones, and the best knife wound medicine was sprinkled on it, and it was soon dispersed by the bubbling blood, which had no effect.

Seeing that He Denglou's consciousness had begun to dissipate, Leng Linjiang's heart sank.

With such a serious injury, ordinary knife wound medicine is afraid that it is useless, and only the knife wound medicine that the forbidden army does not pass on can barely be cured.

He angrily scolded the boatman, "Hurry, hurry!"

These boatmen were all picked by the good water-based servants in the Jingzhao Mansion Bureau, and when they heard Leng Linjiang's words, the boatmen also knew that the matter was urgent, and immediately shook the oars quickly.

The sound of the water is loud and rippling.

The boat docked on the opposite shore, and before it could stop steadily, Leng Linjiang carried the unconscious Fu Yu on his shoulders and jumped off the boat with an arrow step.

Mao Yongshao also carried the unconscious He Denglou on his back, and followed Leng Linjiang out with brisk steps.

Hulala, more than a dozen people abandoned the boat and left, attracting everyone's sideways.

However, it is common for people to be injured and return to the ghost market, and everyone only glanced at it a few times, then withdrew their gaze and cleaned up their stalls.

It's almost dawn.

They are the ones who will not see the light of day.

Before the sunlight shone through the hole at the back of the archway and illuminated the moss-covered stone steps, they should have hidden in the darkness.

Leng Linjiang and his entourage walked out of the archway in the backyard of the Guangwen Pavilion in a hurry, and their hearts were really put back in their stomachs.

sky

As soon as it was dawn, Jin Wuwei, who was patrolling the night, was colliding head-on with a group of people in chaos.

"Stop, who's committing the night!" With a cold drink, a feather arrow was nailed to the bluestone road in front of Leng Linjiang, and the feather tail trembled lightly, making a faint cold sound in the dark morning light.

He Denglou was seriously injured, his life and death were unknown, Leng Linjiang's mood was really bad, seeing the fluttering feather arrows like the demonstration in front of him, he suddenly exploded, like a fried rooster, and scolded angrily: "Blind your dog's eyes! Master, you dare to stop it! If you don't destroy your family, I will have your surname!"

Jin Wuwei, who released the arrow, was also a short-tempered person, and when he heard this arrogant and domineering words, he immediately jumped up eight feet high, and opened his mouth to scold back.

"You're crazy! Do you still want to talk back? I'm not afraid of raiding my house and destroying my family!" Jin Wuwei next to him recognized the disgraced Leng Linjiang, and hurriedly grabbed Jin Wuwei, who released the arrow, and dragged him behind him, making people cover their mouths and save everyone from causing trouble.

Jin Wuwei, who was the leader, was scolded by Leng Linjiang, and the person who had always smiled and had a good temper suddenly launched a surge, which was unacceptable for a while.

He glanced at Leng Linjiang in a wordless way, he didn't know who beat him, his clothes were torn, and his face was scratched.

Oh, by the way, the first attendant in the back was carrying a woman, her head down, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

The leading Jin Wuwei suddenly remembered the reason why Leng Linjiang, who was supposed to be in the palace of Yuhua Mountain, suddenly returned to Beijing, it is said that a concubine ran away, and he was arresting people all over the capital.

It seems that this is caught, and it is not so smooth.

Jin Wuwei, the leader of the group, secretly scolded for his bad luck, hurriedly walked to Leng Linjiang, accompanied the little face, and said in a low voice: "I have seen Lord Leng, the new kid is not sensible, he is alarmed, and the adult is angry."

Leng Linjiang snorted, patiently pulled a stone blue embroidered moire bag from his waist and threw it over, and without saying a word, he walked away with a group of people like rangers.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the figure of Leng Linjiang and his party that Jin Wuwei, who was in the lead, nodded a little bit of weight and smiled bitterly in his heart.

I thought that the reward was going to be in the soup, but who expected that it would be given more.

It's no wonder that Leng Linjiang in the capital is notoriously arrogant, but no one says that he is "bad".

This grinding effort to buy people's hearts alone is beyond the reach of others.

"Captain, Lord Shaoyin, what's wrong?" Fang reacted quickly, dragged people to cover their mouths, and Jin Wuwei, who had not caused a big disaster, walked up to the leading Jin Wuwei and asked in a low voice.

Jin Wuwei, the leader, snorted impatiently, "Who knows who upset this master again."

"I heard that Lord Shaoyin returned to Beijing because his concubine eloped with someone, and he came back to arrest someone."

"Yes, Captain, we've heard about it, too." The Jin Wuwei "hula" suddenly surrounded and gossiped.

"Captain, his clothes are torn and his face is spent, could it be that he grabbed that little concubine and her in bed and was beaten by her husband!"

"I saw a man behind me with a man on his back, could it be the female godman?"

"No wonder Lord Shao Yin is in a particularly bad mood today!"

"When you encounter such a humiliating thing, if it were you, you would kill someone!"

"Do you think that concubine is stupid, let Master Shaoyin go, and want to elope with someone?"

"Could it be that Lord Shaoyin can't let people stay alive?"

The Jin Wuwei kept chattering, occasionally letting out a few meaningful lewd laughs.

Jin Wuwei, who was in the lead, heard that what they said became more and more unspeakable, and coughed heavily: "Okay, shut up, you don't think silver bites your hand, right?" He glanced at the sky and continued, "Let's go, the last trip, go home after duty, close the door, you can say whatever you like!"