An ingenious assassination made this ordinary town look extremely unusual from the beginning, and the most coincidental thing was that Chu Shishanhe witnessed the whole process of the assassination. After entering Xinji City, Chu Shishan River went straight to the north gate of Xinji City, and found an ordinary restaurant near the city gate.

Chu Shi Shanhe in the restaurant wanted a room for safety, but after eating, he returned to the room early and just happened to meet the neighbor to go out, a strong man in gray and black clothes, after looking at Chu Shi Shanhe, he quickly lowered his head, and his eyes dodged and bypassed Chu Shi Shanhe.

Chu Shishanhe didn't break through that layer of obscure identity, he just nodded and smiled at this neighbor and pressed Chu Xinsu in, and he quickly followed in.

Chu Shishanhe's strange behavior, everything is self-evident, Chu Xinsu watched Chu Shishanhe enter the door and plug in the door, and then pasted a talisman to weaken his voice before asking, "What's wrong?" ”

Chu Shi Shanhe heard the footsteps outside the door gradually disappear before he spoke: "That is a demon clansman." ”

The demon clan's practice is contrary to the cultivation of the hundred clans, although the demon clan is many and chaotic, but Chu Shi Shanhe, who is the third son of the Winged Demon Chu family, still recognizes the details of that person at a glance.

Chu Xinsu is not a fool, naturally he thinks of the assassination at the gate of the city, although Xinji City is far away from the demon land, but Xuanren Prefecture is a border state of the human race close to the demon clan after all, and it is naturally not an accident that the demon clan can penetrate in, but he keeps saying that he is welcoming the eight stone sons of the demon clan, what is he asking for, Chu Xinsu really can't think of it.

Chu Shi Shanhe opened the window, through the gap, and watched the demon man leave the restaurant, Chu Shi Shanhe didn't dare to be careless, after all, this is still the territory of the human race, and he had just offended the boss of this easy-to-communicate Xuanren realm state, Jing Changzhai, once Chu Shishanhe's identity was exposed, it would definitely be the end of the heavy army, and even if Chu Shishanhe wanted to escape, there was no way to escape, unless Old Man Hou showed up and forced Jing Changzhai again.

Everyone on the street is in a hurry, bowing their heads and hurrying, which makes people clearly feel a strong sense of panic.

Chu Shishanhe patted his head helplessly and sighed: "It seems that we won't be able to leave for a while." ”

Chu Xinsu nodded and did not refute, thinking with his knees, he also knew that the lord of a city was assassinated, and if he did not close the city to investigate suspicious elements, Chu Xinsu himself did not believe it.

In a tavern near the inn of Chu Shi Shanhe, which only buys wine and does not stay, a shocking wood falls, Mr. Storyteller earns full applause, swings his sleeves and turns his head to leave, and the thing has the disciple who is not enlightened at all in the eyes of others Wu Ming cleaned up, and earned the reward, the tavern ends in January, no matter how much the storyteller does not mind.

After Mr. Storyteller walked out of the tavern, he happened to meet the demon man who took Mr. out of the clinic.

Without any communication, the two looked at each other and nodded in salute.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the storyteller shivered and pulled the corners of his clothes.

Mr. stopped and kindly reminded: "Mr. The weather is getting cooler in early autumn, so you should bring more clothes when you go out, and you can't catch a cold." ”

The storyteller bent down slightly and nodded in salute: "Thank you for the reminder, the younger generation remembers." ”

Holding a package wrapped in a bunch of things out of the house, Wu Ming, who was ready to scold every day, saw that he could only swallow the words back into his stomach and learn to tell the storyteller's appearance, and he also gave the storyteller an exact same gift.

Mr. Yi Yi was not pretending to be polite, waved his hand and followed the strong man who had been urging him to continue his journey.

Wu Ming's heart is arrogant, and even the chief storyteller of His Royal Highness Emperor Yuan, who was originally a certainty, is unwilling to shout Mr., the reason why he is now willing to give a salute to this ordinary doctor......

Wuming only said in a voice that he could hear: "Mr. Jing is a doctor and benevolent, give Mr. a gift, go all the way." ”

A gift for a life is always a loss.

Wuming can only give another gift.

Wu Ming looked at the person in front of him who could only be described as iron-hearted, and suddenly felt that the thing he was holding in his arms was very light.

Mr. Storyteller, sure enough, the drama is the most ruthless.

Mr. Wuming's thoughts are naturally clear, but there are some things that don't need to be said, and there is no need to say them.

At that time, the great offering once asked Mr. Storyteller a question: "Kill a hundred people and one person innocent, kill a thousand people and a hundred innocents, what do you choose?" ”

The storyteller did not hesitate: "Kill one, kill ten." ”

The Great Offering was obviously a little surprised by this answer, but of course it was not this answer that surprised him, but the answer that barely thought about it.

Giving up the small and keeping the big is the answer of the storyteller.

However, this is not the difference between a hundred people and one person, or a thousand people and a hundred people.

And now the big thing in Mr. Storyteller's heart is the "Thirteen Classics", and Mr. Yi is just a small one that Mr. Storyteller will give up, if necessary, Mr. Storyteller doesn't mind letting this big new auspicious city also perish, just give up the small to keep the big.

It may not seem worth it to others, but the storyteller carries out the beliefs in his heart.

There is no right or wrong in many cases, but there is always a standard for right and wrong in the eyes of the world.

It's just that people are not the same, and the standards are not the same.

So Mr. Storyteller didn't expect Wuming to understand anything about himself, and of course he didn't need to understand.

The man who asked for a doctor, in fact, planned to interrupt this time-wasting greeting at the beginning, after all, human life is at stake, but fortunately, a trip to this famous city Mr. greeting was very fast, and there was no delay in anything, the man could only give up, and after a trip to Mr. greetings, he honestly said a word of invitation, and continued to rush to the inn with Mr.

The man's name is Yaruda, originally just a pawn in the Winged Demon Army, and he earned some military merits and mixed up a small position with his strength, but later he had to go down the front line due to injury, and returned to his hometown to set up a small mercenary group with a group of brothers.

It's just that not long ago, another mercenary group found Yaruda, according to them, it was a private soldier raised by the Eight Jade Prince's Winged Demon Chu Shi Shanhe, and he wanted to go to the front line to clear the way for the Eight Jade Prince's return to the north, but he didn't know the specific northward return route of the Eight Jade Prince, so he cast a wide net to try his luck, and he was in charge of the Xuanren Prefecture of the Clan, because of the lack of manpower to find Yaruda, in addition to taking out a lot of money as a deposit, and promised that there would be a huge reward after receiving it or not.

At the urging of his brothers, Yaruda had no choice but to agree to the business that was sent to her door. It's just that Yaruda really didn't expect that the city lord of a small city with a small name was so tricky, and many good hands died as soon as he came up.

Of course, the most important thing is that the city lord Huang Zhonghe has already sensed the danger, and now that the city is closed, he will be exposed sooner or later, but if it weren't for his brother really reaching the point of being irrelievable, Yaruda would not have personally ventured out to seek medical advice.

They were brought out of Yaruda's hometown, and of course they went back with themselves completely.

Chu Shishanhe, who had been waiting in front of the window, watched through the gap in the window as Yaruda brought the doctor into the door and closed it again.

There is no doubt that this inn will become the target of public criticism, if it was six years ago, Chu Shishanhe would never have figured out Yaruda's stupidity of almost surrendering, but now Chu Shishanhe can understand, but he can't accept it, it is really stupid to be in the inn.

"Susu, this new auspicious city has always revealed weirdness, let's be careful."

"Okay." Chu Xinsu walked to Chu Shishan River and took a look outside, the street was already empty, and the atmosphere was still extremely weird.

Of course, Chu Xinsu knew that what the taboo was talking about was not this, but the staggering city gate assassination.

In the city lord's mansion, Huang Zhonghe, who is powerful and blessed in this Xinji City, is more than a rage.

If it is left in normal times, the city will be closed, people will be found, and people will be killed. It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one. It's just that it is the time of the Taishou parade, if Huang Zhonghe still wants to continue to climb up, if it is the previous performance, it is okay to say, but at the moment, there is no room for Huang Zhonghe to have a trace of stain on his body.

After all, there has been no war in this Xuanren Prefecture for 3,000 years, and the fastest promoted military merit cannot be earned, so it can only fight for performance.

Zhao Wenwen, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly dared to come when he heard the news of the assassination of the city lord, it was not a thriving scene of harmony between monarchs and ministers, Huang Zhonghe also knew that Zhao Wenwen could not come here with two plans, one was to see with his own eyes whether Huang Zhonghe was still alive, after all, the demon people known as the Eight Jade Gongzi Qinglu were not joking, and the second was that if Huang Zhonghe was not dead, Zhao Wenwen could also burn the hot stove, which was nothing more than running errands, but some words were not suitable for being said thoroughly, and it was better to tacitly chat with him.

Seeing that Huang Zhonghe was still alive and tossing, Zhao Wenwen pinched his facial expression, and shouted with bitter indignation: "My Xinji City is located in the rear of Xuanren Prefecture, although there has been no war for thousands of years, it will not let that damn demon saucer hurt the city lord." The humble post went back and called on the yamen to check all the outsiders in the past three months, and he must give the city lord an explanation with General Lin. After speaking, he nodded to the man who had just entered the door in armor.

The so-called eyes and ears listen to all directions, these are the basic operations in the officialdom, Zhao Wenwen even brought a piece to petition when Lin Shaohua had not entered the door, if he really failed to catch those demon saucers in the end, there would be someone to accompany him and be punished.

Lin Shaohua, the commander of Xinji City, is too lazy to take care of this flamboyant tongue and thinks about climbing up all day long, no matter how big or small the human race is, the civil and military power is to compete, you are a civil official in Xinji City, and you can't control a soldier in Xinji City?

Lin Shaohua bent down and clenched his fists and said in a deep voice to Huang Zhonghe, who was sitting on the main seat: "My lord, the four doors are closed, and all outsiders have made a register, and they are currently being verified one by one in the inn and post house. ”

"If General Lin is not manpowered, just speak, and Zhao will definitely help."

Huang Zhonghe looked at Zhao Wenwen, who suddenly spoke, and suddenly laughed, and at the same time a little helpless.

Lin Shaohua turned a deaf ear and still said to himself: "According to reports, at dusk today, Lu Yili was invited to the inn to save people, and the shopkeeper asked if it was a stroke, and the general has sent 100 people to surround him. ”

Huang Zhonghe was silent for a moment before he said anew: "Send more than three hundred people, wait for midnight to arrest people, and remember to bring Lu with you." ”

"The last general commands."

After Lin Shaohua left, Huang Zhonghe, who was as bloated as a hill, pressed the armrest of the thickened version of the Taishi chair that was the thickness of an adult's arm before getting up, and when he walked to Zhao Wenwen's side, he pressed down the civil official leader of this Xinji City and said: "You kid will stay in this Xinji City for the rest of his life, although the place is small, but fortunately, it is stable, don't always think about going up, go to see the world, don't have that heart, no ability, go out and be eaten, don't always covet other people's contentment." ”