Hart had now driven away from the city of the Imperial Capital, and instead of taking the main road, he walked on a country road.

In this era, all roads were basically dirt roads, and it rained so much these days that the roads were muddy, and there were many horse-drawn carriages coming and going in the imperial capital, and the ruts made the roads potholed and uneven.

The winter chill had not yet subsided, Hart buttoned all the buttons of his coat, pulled the collar high, and the hand holding the reins was shrunk into his sleeve as much as possible, but even so, the night chill still penetrated deep into the bone marrow through the clothing.

The wilderness in the dead of night is always unsettling.

The law and order in this era was not very good, and it was not uncommon to encounter robbers on the streets.

But he couldn't help it by night, if he wanted to return to his hometown, he would need to take the sea route, but the latest ship would be around five o'clock in the evening.

If he had gone during the day, he would have had no ship when he got there, and he would have to stay in that harbor for the night, but he had absolutely no place to put so many things, and when he got up the next morning, he was afraid that these things would be emptied.

So he had to travel at night, and when he arrived at the port, it was just daytime, so he could catch the ship.

And the night road must be walked, instead of walking at night in the back, it is better to take a night road at the beginning, after all, it is close to the imperial capital, even if the security is not good, those robbers and the like will be more restrained, and dare not kill people indiscriminately.

While Hart was in a state of distraction, there was a rustling sound from the hedges on either side, and by the moonlight he could see the leaves shaking, but it was not the wind blowing.

Hart's heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't dare to breathe, so he could only let the horses slowly move along the path.

There was silence all around, save for the clatter of axles running over the uneven dirt road, and his heart beating as the carriage moved forward.

Suddenly, a dark shadow burst out of the hedge, and Hart's breathing instantly stopped.

But when he saw it clearly, he realized that it was just a slightly larger rabbit.

Hart's tense nerves relaxed, and he laughed inwardly at himself for being too sensitive.

He raised his head and looked ahead again, and at this moment, two cold muzzles were quietly facing him in front of him.....

Hart's expression did not change, he exhaled a breath softly, although he had been afraid of encountering robbers on the road, but at this time, he was much calmer, after all, he had already rehearsed it in his mind many times.

He calmly controlled the carriage and slowly stopped, while the two men with guns pointed at him approached vigilantly, their faces covered with cloth so that it was impossible to see their appearances, but they were thin, one tall and one short.

He seemed to be very young, because the hand holding the gun was trembling slightly, he didn't look skilled, and his eyes showed a little timidity.

Seeing this, Hart already had some confidence in his heart, these two young people should not be professional robbers, but they couldn't live anymore, so they chose to rob, such people generally only seek money, not life.

The two robbers slowly approached Hart's carriage, and when they came to him, the tall man at the head spoke viciously in a deliberately rough voice.

"Give me all the money and spare your life!"

Hart took out the money bag from his bosom and threw it over, and handed over a large amount of cash and possessions to his wife and children to take away, and the cash he carried with him was carefully calculated.

Neither too much flesh pain, nor too little, to anger these robbers.

The short man took the money bag, which he opened and rummaged through, looking pleased.

"Brother! There is a lot of money, and the people who came out of the imperial capital are really different. ”

Listening to the voice is even younger, at most teenage years.

The tall man also glanced at the money bag, but quickly turned around, the muzzle of the gun still aimed at Hart, his eyes wary.

He pointed his gun at something behind Hart.

"What's in there?"

"Some clutter, not something of value."

The tall man glanced at the short man, who stepped forward and began to try to take off the reins of the horses, apparently they wanted both horses.

Seeing this, Hart was about to remind the horse that he was not very obedient to strangers, when he heard a long neigh, and the horse's head flicked to one side, knocking the short man directly to the ground.

But if it was just that, it wasn't a big deal, and the worst thing was that the bandit's face scarf slipped off because of it, and his appearance was clearly seen by Hart.

In Britannia, felonies are basically punishable by hanging, and roadblocks are one of the felonies, so roadblocks and robberies are basically outlaws.

If there is a high probability that Hart will survive just now, then from this moment on, he will definitely die.

After a brief moment of silence, Hart reacted, and immediately reached under his seat, where there was a flintlock pistol that had been preserved.

"Peng !!"

A spark burst out of the dark night.

The two horses neighed and ran forward with the carriage in fright.

The tall man looked at the carriage that was running away, and then at the short man who had fallen to the ground, his flintlock pistol in his hand, the muzzle still emitting a faint smoke.....

The two of them glanced at each other, and each could see the fear and panic in each other's eyes.

It was the first time they had killed someone.

But they didn't speak, the tall man pulled the short one, and the two of them fled like frightened rabbits.

....

The carriage had been running for several kilometers before it stopped, and Hart was leaning back in his seat, unconscious, his foot tangled in the reins, otherwise he would have been thrown off by the jolt.

Some of the clothes on his left arm were stained red with blood, and some blood dripped down his arm.

I don't know how long it took, Hart slowly opened his eyes, endured the severe pain and got up from his position to lean on the cargo, he tried to open his eyes and look around, and then at his own carriage.

He looked at his bloodied hands, a little confused.

"I.... Not dead? ”

"No, you're dead."

The sudden sound in his ears startled him and he turned his head sharply, and the white bone mask came into view.

A piercing chill also rushed from his tail vertebrae to his brain.

It was a man who didn't know if he was a human or a ghost, wearing a black hooded robe, swaying lightly with the cold wind of the night, black smoke and dust drifting around the hem of his clothes, and on his right hand, he grasped a huge scythe that emitted a cold glow.

Looking at this classic appearance, how could Hart not know what this existence in front of him was.

He trembled and tried to get out of here, but his feet were caught in the reins and he couldn't leave where he was.

He stretched out in a panic to untie the reins, while the Grim Reaper on one side watched him silently, motionless.

It also seemed that because he was too flustered to untie the reins, after a while, he finally realized that he could not escape at all, and despair gradually took over his mind.

He looked at the Grim Reaper, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled.

"I also have a wife and a minor child."

"That's true of a lot of people who have died in this world." The Grim Reaper patiently said, "But it's the rule, and no one can defy it." ”

Hart's fingers trembled uncontrollably, he raised his hand, grabbed his hair, and began to cry bitterly.

After some time, Hart's mood gradually eased, and he looked up at the Grim Reaper.

"When are you going to take me?"

"The moment you're completely dead." The Grim Reaper said, "Your lungs have been pierced and you won't survive." ”

Lungs pierced?

Hart raised his hand to touch his chest in confusion, and then looked at the only wound on his body: the arm had been grazed by a bullet and was not even left in the arm.

"Lord Death." Hart was a little puzzled and said, "Are you mistaken?" I didn't have any injuries in my chest, I just scrapes. ”

The Grim Reaper also seems to realize that Hart is a little too energetic now, and humans with pierced lungs can't communicate with him like this.

Under the mask, he frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"Is your name Hart Valentine?"

Hart nodded.

"Is there anyone around here who travels with you and has the same name as you?" Death asked.

Hart shook his head, "While my name isn't that uncommon, it shouldn't be that coincidental. ”

"That's right, it's time, Hart Valentine."

As he spoke, he raised the scythe in his hand, as if he couldn't wait, intending to take Hart away directly.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Hart shouted in horror, "Something must be wrong!" ”

"You can't go wrong with the Book of the Dead." Death said indifferently.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Book of the Dead appeared in his hand, and then it opened as quickly as a bird flapped its wings, revealing words that only he could read.

He looked at the words on it and read it.

"Hart Valentine, died..."

His complexion suddenly froze, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Hart in front of him incredulously.