In the quiet night, Moss Village is like a monster with a huge mouth, waiting to be devoured at any time.

The breeze is gentle but pervasive, and the chill can be felt along the collar, and with a few birdsong from time to time, the environment is definitely scary enough.

Zhang Zhen swore that if the moon hadn't been good tonight, spreading a shallow layer of silver light on the earth, he would have turned around and left, and even a ghostless theist like him was afraid of this dark environment.

Zhang Yan tightened his collar, and jumped over the low wall of Moss Village, and Wu Peng naturally followed.

Moss Zhuang Zhang Lu has been here a few times, but all of them are in the backyard, which is where beggars like Yuanbao and them live, I have heard Yuanbao mention it before, the front yard is the resting place of the beggars' high-level leaders, and sometimes it is also used to entertain distinguished guests.

Think about it, too, the beggars are also a big faction, naturally indispensable interpersonal relationships, and it's normal to usher in the send-off, if a guest comes to visit, you can't let the guests squeeze into a bed with the flowers, right?

This is the first time Zhang Lu has come to the front yard, although it still has nothing to do with luxury, but it is much cleaner and tidier than the backyard.

Zhang Lu hid his body in the dark, and he looked at it and confirmed that it was safe at the moment.

Wu Peng, who was next to him, said softly, "Donor, please come with the poor monk."

Wu Peng had just taken two steps before he was stopped by Zhang Yuan, and Zhang Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Monk, have you ever been to Moss Village?"

As soon as the words were asked, I thought that Wu Peng was a Shaolin disciple before, and it was normal to be a guest in Moss Village.

Who knew that Wu Peng shook his head and said, "The poor monk has not come."

At this moment, Zhang was puzzled and asked, "Then do you know the road here?"

Wu Peng shook his head again and said, "Naturally, I don't know it, but the poor monk's nose is quite sensitive, and there is a little medicinal smell in the air here, and a few of the medicinal herbs The poor monk also used it when he was boiling his muscles and bones, Yu Zhaosen suffered a lot of internal injuries in your hands that day, presumably the meridian bones were broken a lot, and these injuries are definitely effective."

Zhang Zhen tried hard to sniff, but after trying hard for a long time, he couldn't smell any medicine in the air, he shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that you, a monk, are still dogs."

Wu Peng quickly turned his neck and squinted at Zhang Yuan, "The donor is scolding the poor monk?"

Zhang Lu hurriedly waved his hand, now he urgently needs Wu Peng's nose, what if Wu Peng gets angry and doesn't do it? I only heard Zhang Yan say: "No, absolutely not, I'm praising you, it's just that I don't have any culture, praising people sounds like scolding, next time I will definitely change it, I really can't think of any good words, just replace it with a sentence that is too damn awesome."

Wu Peng clasped his hands together and shook his head and did not speak again, but walked forward directly.

Zhang Lu naturally followed him.

After the two of them went around and around, they finally stopped outside the door of a wing room, Wu Peng turned his head to look at Zhang Lu and said, "It should be here."

Zhang Lu nodded, walked to the door, and pushed the door open with only a slight push, the smell of medicine in the room was strong, which was accompanied by the smell of blood, Rao is Zhang Rong's sense of smell was not as good as Wu Peng, and he could smell it clearly, the room could not shine in the moonlight, it was even darker, and it took him a long time to get used to the situation in the house.

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Zhang Lu lightly spared the table in the room and walked to the back room.

There was nothing in the back room except for a bed, and there was a man half-lying there on the bed at the moment.

This person didn't seem to be asleep, and he didn't seem to be very surprised in the face of Zhang Zhen and Wu Peng, who broke into the house, he coughed twice and said, "Ahem, alas, I really can't hide."

Although he couldn't see this person's face clearly, this voice was extremely familiar, it was Yu Zhaosen. Even if Zhang Lu wore a mask, Yu Zhaosen still recognized him, not to mention that he was followed by Wu Peng.

Zhang Lu didn't do it immediately, but said, "Come out and mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back, your hands are covered with blood, and today is the time to repay."

Yu Zhaosen sighed, leaned his head against the wall, and said, "Even though I am not in everything, it was all before, and now

My meridians are all broken, and my martial arts are all lost, and I am already a wasted person, isn't that enough?"

Zhang Lu laughed angrily at Yu Zhaosen's words, "Heh, do you think that's enough? How many people have lost their lives because of you? How many women have lost their innocence because of you? You resold armaments, how many soldiers at the border have lost their lives because of your actions? You have trafficked people, how many families have been separated because of you? Do you think enough is enough? There are still a lot of disabled people in the backyard of this moss village, all of whom I rescued from Tumen, you go and ask them, is that enough? I'll tell you, of course it's not enough! Even if you have ten lives, you can't pay for your sins in this world!"

Yu Zhaosen coughed twice, and then said fearlessly, "So what? Zhang Lu, this is Moss Village, a place for the beggars, I am the master of the Nine Gates, and I am also a member of the beggar gang, do you think you can take me away from here? Or you just kill me here, I promise you, you can't get out of Moss Village, even if you are lucky enough to get out of here, there are tens of millions of beggars in this world, do you think you can live a stable life?"

Zhang Yan didn't say much, but gritted his teeth in anger, and directly picked up Yu Zhaosen's collar and dragged it out.

Now Yu Zhaosen has long lost the strength to resist, now he doesn't want to use force, even it is difficult to walk, he was dragged out of bed by Zhang Zhen like this, Xu touched the injury, he couldn't help but howl miserably.

Zhang Lu secretly said in his heart that it was not good, in such a quiet night, Yu Zhaosen's miserable howl was heard so truly, I am afraid that this time it will attract the masters of the beggar gang.

But when Zhang Lu walked out of the door, he didn't see anyone coming to chase and intercept him.

This made him feel strange, he lowered his head to look at Yu Zhaosen, and said, "Did you see it? The enlightened people help the unenlightened and have little help, and no one came to save you just now when your voice was so loud, so presumably you didn't mix well in the beggar gang?"

Yu Zhaosen tilted his head to the side, and didn't say much, he neither begged for mercy nor called for help, so he was a party figure at the beginning, if he spoke out at this time, it would be sorry for his prestige for many years.

Zhang Lu dragged Yu Zhaosen forward like this, all the way through the corridor, as long as he passed the front yard, he was out of the moss village.

It's just that he has just come out of the corridor, and Zhang Lu actually found that there are many beggars in the front yard by the moonlight, and it seems that they are not not not saving Yu Zhaosen, but have arranged all their forces here to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Night rivers and lakes.

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