The bait refers to Sun Maorong, Mu Huaichuan still knows Shen Sitang, if she doesn't let her keep an eye on Sun Maorong in person, she is afraid that she will not feel at ease.

In the dungeon of the torture hall, Sun Maorong changed into a set of light gray clean clothes, and Shen Sitang saw that he was generous to death, and stuffed him with a dagger.

Sun Maorong looked at the dagger in his hand and was obviously stunned, he looked at Shen Sitang in surprise and gratitude, his eyes flashing with tears.

"Deputy Envoy Shen, I scolded you like that before..."

He never thought that Shen Sitang would give him something to defend himself.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Shen Sitang forgot about his scolding, and he would regret giving him a dagger if he mentioned her again.

Sun Maorong left from the main gate of the Inspectorate, and now his identity is a fine work in southern Xinjiang who surrendered to the imperial court, and it is understandable that they let him go.

However, it is still necessary to do a full set of plays, Sun Maorong is a fine work in southern Xinjiang, even if he is released, it is impossible to trust him, and the Inspectorate sent two deputy imperial envoys to escort him back to his house and guard him.

The two deputy envoys were He Xinyuan and He Zhao, so they naturally stayed in the Sun Mansion.

Sun Maorong and his family hugged each other, and the family cried and cried, of course, there would be complaints, but more worry.

Sun Maorong's wife was afraid that something would happen to him, so she guarded him all the time, she knew that Sun Maorong was from southern Xinjiang, but she didn't know that he was a fine worker in southern Xinjiang, and her father-in-law, who had shared the bed with her for 30 years, had been hiding her, but she couldn't care about hating or resenting, because Sun Maorong's kindness to her was true, they were husband and wife, and they were a family.

Sun Maorong knelt in front of his wife and kept apologizing and repenting, how could he be virtuous!

He is content, even if he dies immediately, his life is worth it!

Sun Maorong accompanied the family to have the last dinner, and then he stayed alone in the study for a long time, and when he came out again, he said that he wanted to go for a walk in the backyard and not let others follow, but his son and daughter wanted to say something, but was stopped by his wife.

Mrs. Sun may have understood his intentions, Sun Maorong must go, he will not survive if he stays here.

In Mrs. Sun's opinion, Sun Maorong wanted to escape, she was willing to fulfill him, and she hoped that he could live more than separating her, but what she didn't know was that Sun Maorong had long lost the idea of life, and he just wanted to use his life to exchange his family for safety.

Sun Maorong didn't take anything, and quietly left through the back door of Sun's mansion, and in the dark night, he clutched the dagger hidden in his sleeve and walked briskly on the deserted street.

"Whew!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, a sharp arrow came through the wind and pierced Sun Maorong's arm, although Sun Maorong is not a martial artist, but as a fine worker, he also practiced fist and foot kung fu when he was young, just now he heard the sound of sharp arrows, fortunately dodged in time, otherwise this sharp arrow pierced his heart!

Sun Maorong didn't care about the injury on his arm, he was in a state of extreme panic, and continued to run forward while observing the surrounding situation, for fear that there would be another hidden weapon to take his life.

At this moment, a round of scimitars flew towards him, and it was about to cut his neck, Sun Maorong couldn't dodge in time, so he immediately pulled out the dagger hidden in his sleeve, only to hear the sound of the blade clashing on the deserted street, the scimitar swept over Sun Maorong's neck in a thrilling way, and Luffy turned back. ….

The owner of the scimitar held the handle of the knife in the alley in the dark part of the street, and flashed behind Sun Maorong, and with a bang, Sun Maorong's back was cut through a long hole, and the cherry red blood instantly stained his gray clothes.

Sun Maorong immediately turned around, followed by the cold light of the scimitar blade flashing in his eyes, and Sun Maorong's eyes widened.

When he reached middle age, his fist and foot kung fu had long been wasted, and he had escaped two deadly attacks, but he couldn't dodge the third time.

Just when Sun Maorong thought that he was going to die, Shen Sitang flew with a long sword in his hand, and the owner of the scimitar was forced to retreat, but he could dodge the sharp blade of the long sword.

Shen Sitang stood in front of Sun Maorong and said in a low voice, "Stand back."

Sun Maorong's eyes were hot:

"Deputy Envoy Shen, be careful." With that, he folded his arms and stepped aside.

Shen Sitang's long sword was aimed at the black-clothed masked man holding a scimitar, this long sword was taken from the cold weapon arsenal before going out, and it was very convenient.

The black-clothed masked man's eyes were grim, full of strong killing intent, and suddenly the scimitar in his hand came out of his hand, and the scimitar flew towards Shen Sitang's face.

Shen Sitang's cultivation had reached the heaven-level, and he saw her leap up, and with a slight tap of her toe on the scimitar, she stabbed at the man in black with her strength.

The sharp sword cut through the night wind, and before the man in black could react, the tip of the sword had reached his throat, and the man in black flashed panic in his eyes, and the next second the scimitar flew back in time, and he quickly took it and placed it in front of him.

The long sword was hindered and could not advance for another half a minute, but Shen Sitang did not stop, but stabbed forward hard, and the man in black retreated step by step, and suddenly his toes pressed against the brick crack, and the scimitar pushed forward.

The sharp sword in Shen Sitang's hand arched upward, and she reacted extremely quickly to withdraw the sword, and then the sharp sword swept, slashing through the arm and chest of the man in black.

The sword was as fast as the wind, and the man in black couldn't dodge it at all, and a long hole exploded in front of him.

The man in black realized that he was not Shen Sitang's opponent, his eyes swept over Sun Maorong not far away, and he rushed to the side, and the scimitar came out of his hand again, and it was actually towards Sun Maorong.

"Be careful!"

Shen Sitang reminded loudly, and at the same time rushed away, picking open the scimitar when it was about to pierce Sun Maorong's face.

The scimitar flew back into the hands of the man in black, Shen Sitang was about to fight with him, but a sharp arrow broke through the air, Shen Sitang dragged Sun Maorong to the side to dodge, only to see that the sharp arrow pierced straight into the wooden door, which was where Sun Maorong was standing just now.

More than one killer!

The second sharp arrow quickly flew in, and Shen Sitang took Sun Maorong to dodge again, while looking at the roof.

Mu Huaichuan's figure swept by, and then a man in black was thrown down, the man was carrying an arrow, obviously the person who shot the arrow just now.

Shen Sitang looked at the black-clothed man holding a scimitar and grinned, as if to say, "Coincidentally, we are more than one person!" ，

Seeing this, the masked man in black stuffed his fingers into his mouth and whistled, and soon Shen Sitang heard the sound of chaotic steps, some coming from the rooftop, and some from the surrounding alleys.

After a while, Shen Sitang and Sun Maorong were surrounded by more than a dozen black-clothed people.

Shen Sitang secretly scolded the people of southern Xinjiang for being shameless, what kind of ability is it to bully more and less!

Mu Huaichuan flew down, stood in front of Shen Sitang, and said in a calm tone: "You take Sun Maorong first, and leave it to me here."

Shen Sitang glanced at the large number of black-clothed masked people and asked in a low voice, "Can you do it?"

Mu Huaichuan glanced at her and sneered disdainfully: "It's okay to have a few more."

Hearing this, Shen Sitang was no longer polite to him, grabbed Sun Maorong and ran, and shouted at the same time, "Then this place will be handed over to you!"

Mu Huaichuan only felt that a wisp of wind was blowing, and Shen Sitang took Sun Maorong and ran away, he suddenly felt aggrieved, and his eyes swept fiercely towards the man in black in front of him.

Knowing the return of the goose