The sudden abnormal aura and light footsteps are not the strength that ordinary little thieves should have.

It's a martial artist.

Jiang Feng woke up like a dream.

It turns out that in the eyes of others, he is also an insider.

Although he was not in Zhenbei Prison at the beginning.

But during that time, he had frequent contact with Uncle Huo, and even Uncle Huo lived on his side for several days, if Uncle Huo was the object of suspicion, and heard or saw things that should not be seen or heard, he would naturally know about getting along for a few days.

As the saying goes, it is better to kill by mistake than to let go.

A little jailer, how could Yang Shangshu take it in his eyes, and kill him.

However, the one who came to kill Jiang Feng was just a martial artist.

Nine pins of skin refining.

Looks like it's really easy to do it.

The other party took the task.

Under the cover of night, he entered Jiang Feng's courtyard.

Seeing a candle flame in the kitchen, he dodged in through the window.

It's like an antelope crossing a canyon and hitting the ground with only a slight sound.

It's just that when he turned around, he didn't see Jiang Feng with a stunned face, but he saw that a fist, with lightning speed, hit the door in front of him, and the speed was so fast that it formed a burst of wind.

The strength is strong, and the power of qi and blood is overflowing.

At that moment, the man realized that something was wrong.

I realized that I was going to kill the jailer.

It's also a martial artist.,And the strength is stronger than yourself.。

"Bang!"

But before he could think about it, he took the punch firmly, his head seemed to be flattened, and when his body fell, he was held by Jiang Feng to avoid making a sound, which aroused the idea of the neighbors.

Jiang Feng was ready to attack, and with all his strength, he punched this nine-rank martial artist to death directly.

He groped quickly on the other party.

Only a few taels of silver were found.

Immediately, under the cover of night, he carried the body and buried him in a fruit forest outside Chaoyang Alley.

After disposing of the body.

Jiang Feng didn't go back, not because he was worried that someone would kill him tonight.

Instead, he realized that things had come to this point, he and Uncle Huo would not die, and it would be impossible for Yang Shangshu to give up, if he knew that the two martial artists who came to assassinate him were all lost, I was afraid that tomorrow he and Uncle Huo would not be able to escape death even if they hid in Zhenbei Prison.

After all, the other party is a household scholar, with plenty of oil and water, and great power, so if he finds an excuse, he and Uncle Huo can come out of the prison, find a place where no one is, and kill them.

So to stay alive.

There are only two paths in front of Jiang Feng.

Or run.

Or break the game.

Run, there should be all kinds of chasing and killing behind, endless chasing, after all, running, it means that there are ghosts.

And this is Rendezvous.

It's Yang Shangshu's territory, how can it be so easy to run.

As for breaking the game?

Or let Yang Shangshu believe that he doesn't know anything.

Otherwise, let Yang Shangshu die first.

"Let's run!"

Jiang Feng thought about it for a while, and felt that it was more practical to run.

As for whether you want to run with Uncle Huo?

"Wait."

Suddenly, Jiang Feng thought of someone.

"Yellow Catcher."

He thought of the yellow catcher head of the Longdu Yamen.

"Yang Qi was imprisoned this time, because Yang Shangshu hated that iron could not become steel, and instructed the Longdu Yamen to punish Yang Qi, which was not only a punishment, but how could he allow Huang Zhutou to send Yang Qi flying fish wine to enjoy it.

I could have imagined it.

With Yang Qi's urine, if he drinks alcohol, he will make trouble in the cell.

Huang Zhutou is scheming, how can he not know.

Knowing that Yang Qi would drink too much and make trouble, he also sent wine to Yang Qi, which clearly showed that he was deliberately harming Yang Qi.

There is someone behind the yellow catcher.

That person is Yang Rusong's nemesis! ”

Jiang Feng speculated, and he didn't know if he was right.

"! Even if I knew that this matter had nothing to do with Huang Zhutou, how could he care about the life or death of me and Uncle Huo. ”

Jiang Feng was a little anxious.

"Go find Wang He."

Suddenly, he thought of another person.

The jailer, the little lieutenant Wang He.

At the beginning, he received Yang Qi and locked Yang Qi in room six from Huang Zhutou's hands.

Compared to these little jailers.

Wang He has been safe and sound.

He has an official rank, even if Yang Shangshu wants to kill him, he will not dare to be blatant, at this critical moment, he should choose to win over Wang He.

Of course, it is possible that Wang He and Huang Zhutou were originally in a group, and it is not necessary to think of a way to frame Yang Qi together.

But Jiang Feng felt that this was unlikely.

Wang He's identity and status are no better than Huang Zhutou, plus his personality is timid, he is a slippery head, so it is not enough for him to take the initiative to provoke Hubu Shangshu, and it is not enough to give him ten guts.

Nine times out of ten, it is just a chess piece at the mercy of others in this turmoil.

"Wang Duwei, if you are offended, I can only gamble with you."

After thinking clearly about the stakes, Jiang Feng decided to go to Wang He.

He wasn't very sure, thinking that his inference was correct, but based on everything he saw, all he could deduce was this, and even Jiang Feng couldn't really be sure if the person who was going to kill him and Uncle Huo tonight was really related to Yang Shangshu.

But he can only think.

He and Uncle Huo have this catastrophe today, which must be related to the turmoil in the cell half a month ago, and it is also inseparable from Yang Qi.

In the final analysis, he and Uncle Huo are both small people, no one cares about life and death, no matter who is innocent.

……

Wang He is an eight-rank bone refining martial artist, and he is also the little captain of Zhenbei Prison, there are several prison chiefs under him, and he is in charge of a large number of small jailers, he can often receive some bribes, and his life is good.

In a position five miles away from Zhenbei Prison, he bought a second-entry courtyard and married a concubine.

The reason why Jiang Feng knew so clearly was not that he usually had frequent contact with Wang He, but that when Wang He married his concubine, these little jailers had given gifts and had dinner in Wang He's courtyard.

It was late at night.

In Wang He's courtyard, only the study is still lit with candles.

The wives and concubines and children were already asleep.

Jiang Feng relied on the seven-grade refining marrow cultivation and flew over the courtyard wall, he wore a hood and covered his face, covering himself tightly from top to bottom.

He went outside the study.

I saw a figure swaying in the study.

Then take out the boning knife that you have brought with you.

After taking a deep breath, he broke down the door.

"Bang!"

Jiang Feng dodged in.

The seven-grade refining marrow cultivation broke out in an all-round way, breaking through the door in an instant, and locking the figure in the study, the boning knife in his hand, and quickly slashed towards the opponent's head.

"There are assassins!"

That person was no stranger, it was Wang He.

Wang He was in the study, not reading, but frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

But looking at his appearance, it is clear that he is restless.

When he saw a dark shadow, he broke down the door.

The agile attack came towards him, and he saw that his cultivation was above him.

Wang He's face changed drastically.

He quickly pulled out a handful of white powder from his bosom and threw it at the shadow, smashing the side window as he shouted that there was an assassin and snatched the door out of the courtyard.

As an eight-rank realm bone refining martial artist, he didn't try to fight Jiang Feng.

I just want to run away.

Jiang Feng waved his hand to fan the white dust, and then rushed out of the study, and under the outbreak of the seven-grade refining marrow cultivation, he quickly caught up with Wang He and slashed at Wang He's back.