As soon as he saw the silver ticket on the table, Jiang Yang's eyes really showed a thick greedy color, and he grabbed the silver ticket in his hand, counted it twice, and then raised his head, his eyebrows trembled comically, and he shook out an elongated voice:

"Brother Wu, don't you - earth - Tao - wow-"

When the words landed, a pair of dark eyes appeared in front of Wumeng's eyes, their eyes were clear and calm, as if the person who was drinking just now did not exist at all.

He couldn't help but feel his heart beat again, and under the shrinkage of his fingers, the bamboo whistle had already left his sleeve, but before he could make any more moves, Jiang Yang suddenly slapped the table, which shocked him slightly, and even a roar of anger exploded in his ears:

"The surname is Wu, but I sincerely do business with you, a gentleman, but you take this marked silver ticket to Lao Tzu, what's the matter, this is to empty gloves and white ......"

"Boom!"

Before the words were finished, the sword roared suddenly, and a mysterious light split the face, cutting off the aftersound, the lights and candles in the room were dimmed, and the curtain by the window rolled up into the air, hazy night, and also hid the figure that should have been gathered under the candlelight.

"Look for death!"

Behind him suddenly burst out of a loud shout, but it was the guard standing on the side to meet the enemy, Wumeng only felt a strong force knocked himself out, a dull pain in his chest and abdomen, and the loud noise and chaos in his ears came from the sharp sound of Jin Ge fighting, followed by the sound of tables and chairs toppling over, cups falling to the ground, and then shouting and muffled snorts, sharp crumbs rubbing his side, "snorting" endlessly.

Umeng was prostrate on the ground in the dark, his heart beating like thunder, and he only reacted after a few breaths, and the sharpness that scraped his cheeks should have been split wood slag, burst broken porcelain, etc. At this time, there seemed to be a coolness oozing from his face, presumably injured, but he didn't touch it, but quickly brought the bamboo whistle to his lips.

"Whew-"

The bamboo whistle emitted a hollow air sound, and it was powerless to reach far, and the light veil by the window quietly fell, the moon was like water, and the pond birds flew in fright.

Umeng blew twice harder, the bamboo whistle was still like empty wood, he knew that this thing must have been destroyed, so he discarded it with his hand, and even heard a distant sound of hurried feet, mixed with the sound of wooden wheels crushing the ground, and other than that, the four fields were silent.

I don't know how long it took, the sharpness like a sword finally dissipated, but Wumeng was terrified, and he always felt that the light that came from the split face was still in front of him.

After about ten breaths, the five senses that had been blinded by the sudden change were finally restored, and Wumeng condensed and found that the opposite side was already empty, and the guard who was standing behind him was lying on his side under the window at this time, with blood gushing in his throat, his eyes wide open, and he was already out of breath.

That trick is their man!

Looking at the black hole wound on the back of the corpse's shoulder, Wumeng's eyes were gloomy, and he caught a glimpse of a throwing sword not far from the corpse, and his mood fell to the bottom.

He didn't expect the opponent to be so strong, the female swordsman and the second girl named Meng Chun combined to kill His Royal Highness the Prince's personal guards in an instant.

Turning over and getting up with a calm face, Wumeng walked quickly to the window, pulled out the long knife in the hand of the dead guard, and was about to go out of the house to call people, and suddenly froze.

There seems to be something attached to the tip of the knife!

Umeng immediately turned the blade of the knife upside down and found that it was actually a corner of clothes, so he hurriedly took off the piece of cloth and looked at it in the moonlight.

Above the black coat, blood dripped down.

The female swordsman was wounded.

Wumeng remembered that the new female swordsman was wearing a very conspicuous black brocade robe, and the fabric in front of her was also brocade, which must have come from this woman.

Pinching the corner of the garment stiffly, the clouds rolled in Wumeng's eyes, and his face was extremely ugly.

The two guards are both from His Royal Highness the Prince, although they are not close to each other, but they also represent the will of God and the prince.

Now that the clue has been broken and the people have run away again, on the contrary, they have broken one of the prince's guards on their side, and Umon can already imagine the situation when His Royal Highness the prince is furious, and the long knife in his hand can't help but tighten his grip more and more.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not have a good temper, and if he did not gain anything this time, he was not sure if he would be able to withstand the Prince's wrath.

However, it is too early to worry about these things now, and Jiang Yang and the others have only escaped for more than ten breaths, and they may not be able to catch up.

Shaking his sleeves, Wumeng cheered up, strode out of the back building with a knife, and when the pale white Yuehua gathered his upper body, he was shocked to find that his front placket had been broken, and there was an extremely deep sword mark on the soft armor of the body, and half an inch down, it would reach his body.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out in his heart.

The power of a sword, splitting the armor and cutting the throat, the female swordsman is really good, no wonder her bamboo whistle has not been blown for a long time, and she must have been destroyed by the sword qi.

At this time, Umeng couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness for the rest of his life, and walked quickly through the garden with a knife, informing the guards guarding the gate to warn him immediately.

The guard was unaware of what was happening in the back building.

The front and back buildings of the Sanchun Pavilion were separated by a small courtyard, and there was the sound of flowing water and pianos, and the sheng songs on all sides, and the guard only vaguely heard a few sounds, and thought that Wumeng and they were still wrestling with each other, but they didn't know that the change had happened, and his companion died on the spot.

The guard's bamboo whistle was finally not broken, and when Wumeng's subordinates heard the noise, he calmly ordered everyone: "There are four people on the opposite side, and the female swordsman is very skilled, although she is injured, she should not be underestimated." ”

His subordinates took the order and left, Wumeng was the one who commanded the overall situation, and he would not risk his life, but still returned to the back building to sit in battle.

Soon, a man in a strong suit rushed over, and reported with a forked hand: "Governor Qiyu, there is a secret door on the west side of the courtyard wall, and people ran from there, and our people have chased after it." ”

Wumeng had already expected it, and was not surprised when he heard this, so he only asked: "Where are the maids and others from the Sanchun Pavilion?" ”

"Back to the master, I also ran away."

Wu Meng's face sank, and he waved his men back, quickly recalling the past in his mind, and quickly figured out the cause and effect.

Needless to say, this Sanchun Pavilion must be related to the theft of silver mines, and it has been prepared in advance. As soon as he and Jiang Yang had just finished drinking, the bustard's mother and others had all secretly escaped from the secret door.

At that time, Umeng's manpower had not yet laid a net, but it gave this group of cheap people a chance to escape.

Wumeng stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, looking at the clouds floating in the sky, the moon was hidden among the clouds, and his face was also cloudy.

The street of private prostitution is full of dark alleys, and it is easy to hide a few people, even if these few are insiders, their knowledge must be limited, and they run away, and Wumeng doesn't care. What he is most worried about at the moment is Jiang Yang and his gang.

If you can't catch this big fish, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince arrives in person later, he may not be able to set off a storm in this private prostitution street where all parties are intertwined.

Unless troops are sent to suppress it.

However, the soldiers of White Frost City, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can not be deployed.