The time soon came, and Qian Youcai officially set off with everyone.

He was the only one in the team of ten who carried a sword.

The rest of the people held the red lacquer killing rod in their right hand and the oil-paper lantern in their left hand, and followed in pairs behind Qian Youcai.

The outer city is under curfew, and the lively streets become quiet during the day.

The door of the restaurant and inn is closed, and only the lanterns and candles flicker in shadows.

Walking on the streets, from time to time, you can see the blood killers wearing red armbands, squatting in groups with braziers and squatting in the streets and alleys.

To the east of the city is the territory of the Bloodkillers, who have the right to travel during the curfew.

Of course, nominally these guys are "helping to defend" on the street, but in reality they are only consolidating the control of the gangs.

The patrol team and these gang members did not interfere with the river water, and even on the way, there was a deputy hall master of the Blood Killing Gang who pulled Qian Youcai to talk on the side of the street.

Zong Xian and Jin Zhuyue walked at the back of the line, and no one spoke again.

The previous warning from Jin Zhuyue attracted his attention.

Facts have once again proved that art comes from life.

The gentleman in reality is much more outrageous than those in the novels of his previous life!

"I made a move and got the tacit approval of Master Qi."

"It's just a mere fist fight, so Mo He won't be able to spend this kind of money, right?"

"But Jin Zhuyue's warning also has some truth, she is a gang child, she is not very old, but she has a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes..."

"No matter what, from now on, I have to guard against it first!"

Zong Xian thought in his heart, and decided to talk to Master Qi when he went back tonight.

Since he has thighs to hold, there is no need for him to think hard about solving it himself.

When his fists are harder, he will recover this grievance debt from the Mo family sooner or later!

The patrol walked around several main streets to the east of the city and then headed for the east gate.

Qian Youcai said hello to the night guard of the city, and then the small door was opened.

The patrol team went out of the city from the small gate and will first rush to the nearest Qian'er village area.

There are not many lights in the walled area in the dark night.

In the distance, the barking of wild dogs could be heard from time to time.

The gusts of cold wind were less blocked by the city walls, and they swept across the earth.

The patrol team carried lanterns to illuminate the dirt path beneath their feet.

In the darkness ahead, the outline of the walled area could be faintly seen, like a twisted corpse lying on the ground, desolate and bleak.

Occasionally, you can see a few shacks with bonfires on the side of the road, and a few ragged, scrawny paupers huddled together to keep warm.

"Our future patrol routes will be the same as today."

"First of all, the five main streets in the east of the city go to the square, and then go out of the city to the walled area."

"From the nearest Yan'er Village area, go all the way to the northeast to inspect the loess ditch village and the Dimao'er village, the north to the east canal of the Anping River as the boundary, and the east to the foot of the Yan'er Mountain."

Qian Youcai was quite familiar with the patrol work, he untied the small wine bottle on his waist and took a sip unhurriedly, wiped his mouth, and then explained to everyone.

In a few words, the patrol area in the east of the city was clearly explained.

"During this time, the gangs in the walled area have become more and more restless."

"The rats of the burglars seem to be doing something too."

"But we don't have to worry about it!"

"It's okay to walk along the patrol route for a while, as long as you don't make trouble in front of us, those sneaky cats will be treated as a fart and let it go!"

"What's really a shocking thing, that's what the leaders of the "Zhuang" word camp in the inner city need to worry about! ”

These words basically speak the unspoken rules of the patrol team outside the county government.

To put it more transparently, it's fooling.

Walking in the forefront, the two and a half children came from the Broken Heart Finger Martial Arts Hall, and when they heard Qian Youcai say this, they couldn't help but slap their mouths.

"Old Qian, according to what you say, let's patrol and not do anything serious at all?"

"Our senior brothers are still counting on honing their martial arts in the patrol team!"

The words of these two boys made Lao Qian laugh.

In the end, he is a young man with strong blood.

"Hehe, it's not like I'm not doing anything serious."

"Didn't we say it, if someone really does something in front of us, then they will definitely take action!"

"But the people in the village are all elves, we basically won't encounter any incidents, maybe there are gangs that will invite us to have a few drinks and warm up by roasting the fire."

Lao Qian said in a relaxed tone, and after speaking, he hummed a little tune out of tune.

The silence of the crowd returned, and the curiosity and longing for this errand suddenly faded a lot.

Under the guidance of Qian Youcai, the patrol team was not slow, and soon entered the Qian'er village area, passing through the dirty and dilapidated shantytown lanes.

Zong Xian is no stranger to the Qian'er Zhai District, whether it is that begging day or Wang Hangou who was crushed his throat, he has a complex memory of this place.

After these days of literacy and literacy with Qi Yunyan, he now knows what the note in the money bag he found from Wang Hangou is.

It was a name card for joining the gang, and the silver was the helper's fee.

He had heard that Wang Hangou's ruffians were going to join the Sanshui Gang, but now everything was right.

Zong Xian shook his head slightly, no longer thinking nonsense, and continued to move forward with the team, while silently looking around.

No one knows what is hidden in the dark of night.

The leisurely money and talent and monotonous patrol soon relaxed everyone.

However, Jin Zhuyue, who was beside Zong Xian, always maintained a high degree of vigilance, staring at the front with a cold expression, and sometimes looking behind her vigilantly.

didn't walk for long, Zong Xian's ears suddenly moved.

At the end of the alleyway in front of us is the weekday market in the village area.

At this moment, there was a faint and restless call.

"Pure Lotus is born, and there is no disaster in bliss!"

"Pure lotus is born, and there is no disease in bliss!"

"Pure Lotus is born, Bliss takes refuge!"

"Dedicate to the lotus lord and enjoy blessings..."

The voice became more and more obvious, and even Qian Youcai stopped.

He untied the gong hanging from his waist.

"Bang bang!"

Knocked three times hard!

The sound of gongs echoed in the night, and spread far along the alleyway.

After striking the gong, Qian Youcai's expression became more serious.

Turned around and explained.

"It's the Pure Lotus Sect..."

"Those guys are wicked, let's wait and get over!"

With that, he froze in place, as if waiting for something.

Everyone talked about it and took the opportunity to take a nap.

"Check it out!"

Jin Zhuyue suddenly put down the lantern, pulled Zong Xian's sleeve, and whispered in her ear.

They were at the end of the line, a few metres behind.

Zong Xian didn't move, but looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"The Pure Lotus Cult is good at demagogizing the poor."

"Always use the form of a living human offering to intimidate believers."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito fly, and the hot wind blowing made Zong Xian's ears itch.

"Fire sacrifice for the living?"

"You want to be chivalrous?"

He also leaned into Jin Zhuyue's ear and whispered.

I saw Jin Zhuyue nodding seriously.

This made Zong Xian speechless for a while.

In troubled times, there are always 3578 cults that take the opportunity to confuse sentient beings.

The more chaotic the world, the stronger the cult's ability to brainwash.

Through all kinds of strange rituals, gatherings, supplemented by food distribution, etc., preaching can soon gather a large group of pan-believers, and it will be troublesome to be overwhelmed!

Zong Xian didn't want to meddle in things, so he directly shook his head and refused.

Seeing that he was unwilling, Jin Zhuyue stomped her feet slightly, took a few steps back, quietly turned over the shanty next to her, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.