The shopkeeper Song wanted to continue to retreat, but his feet suddenly slipped and he sat down.

He held his breath, his gaze moving inch by inch. The white background of the soap-colored official boots has been soaked red with blood, and under the black-brown leather armor, a bright cotton embroidery pattern is revealed.

Dayu official uniforms are mainly dark clothes, and the color has always been thick and beautiful. Of all the officials and soldiers in Xijing, there is only one place where they will add fine and beautiful embroidery patterns to their official robes.

The shopkeeper of Song Da was awe-inspiring in his heart, and there was no luck in the middle.

He gave an almost eerie smile to the visitor, and then quickly twisted the gilded deer floor candlestick. The two-foot radius around the candlestick quickly fell, and disappeared into the ground with him.

The people rushed forward angrily, but the round pit was already covered with a heavy iron plate, and no matter how much it was smashed, it did not change at all.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and several more people rushed in, and the person at the head frowned: "Deputy Envoy Zhang, where are the people?" ”

Deputy Envoy Zhang stomped on the iron plate angrily and made a loud "smack": "The one surnamed Song is actually a gopher, and the deputy envoy didn't check for a while, and he took advantage of the loophole and ran away!" ”

"But what now?" There was a look of panic on the face of the person who came: "Before the Tang envoy ordered, he repeatedly told him to be sure to seal this person's mouth, but if he ran away, how would we give the Tang envoy an order?"

"Look at your cowardice!" Deputy Envoy Zhang glared at him coldly, and strode out of the room: "Don't say that this person can get it back if he runs away, even if it is really gone, if Deputy Envoy Tang is to blame, he will also have his own deputy envoy in front of him." Now hurry up and remove this iron plate, the deputy envoy will not believe it, where can he escape in this Gyeonggi heavy land! ”

A passage about 20 meters underground. The shopkeeper of Song took the torch from the wall, sent it to the candlestick and lit it, and then quickly changed into a cyan linen short, carried a burlap package, and walked into the tunnel without looking back.

This tunnel was quietly built by him, and even the adults above didn't know about it. The people involved were all killed by him afterwards under various names, just to be able to escape at a critical time.

He walked diagonally upwards for about two tea hours before he saw the exit. There was already a faint sound behind him, but he was not worried, and calmly turned a mechanism on the side of the wall at the exit.

The sound of the rolling of the machine sounded in the distance, and a one-meter-thick rock slab slowly fell behind him, blocking the passage tightly.

Admittedly, this rock slab couldn't hold them back for long, but it didn't take long for him.

In just a quarter of an hour, he would disappear into the middle of nowhere. The package contained a well-prepared biography and enough money to allow him to disappear and enjoy his old age in peace.

The shopkeeper of Song climbed out of a dry well. This is a deserted small courtyard, located near the south gate of Xijing, as long as you turn a street, you can merge into the crowd of people traveling on the Shangyuan Festival.

It was almost midnight, and the tourists from Wuling had already left the city one after another, as long as he mixed in with it, it would be a sea and a wide sky from now on.

However, he was not able to push open the door of the small courtyard.

"Song Yang?" A man descends from the sky.

He looked to be in his twenties, with a tall and imposing posture, dark and clear eyes, and a strip-shaped object wrapped in a white cloth in his arms, and his voice was gentle and pleasant.

The shopkeeper of Song Da was not surprised, and a habitual smile appeared on his face: "Little brother is afraid that he has recognized the wrong person, I am not Song Yang, and I don't know that person, yet"

Zhang Qing smiled slightly: "That's right."

"Huh?" Song Yang was a little surprised: "Since this is the case, then please"

The figure in front of him seemed to shake for a moment, and there was a breeze blowing on his neck, bringing a slight coolness, but the man was still standing in front of him with a good look.

The stinging pain arose from his neck at this moment, and Song Yang wanted to ask why, but he couldn't say a word.

He exhaled hard, but the alveoli could no longer fill, and he could only spat pink blood foam, losing consciousness in the extreme burning pain.

Zhang Qing's body swayed up and down like a harrier eagle, and his eyes as bright as stars shone under the reflection of countless Kong Ming lanterns in the night sky.

"Look, there is an uncle in the sky!" A five or six-year-old girl pointed at Zhang Qing and shouted excitedly.

The light and moon fell on her and her mother, and the layers of patches on the clothes were also delicately illuminated.

The hustle and bustle of tonight belongs to everyone else. The mother and daughter each carried a basket on their backs, walking close to the side of the street, picking up all kinds of debris discarded by others. Discarded masks, broken lanterns, and leftover food for tourists.

Zhang Qing bent his fingers slightly, and a strong wind blew off his mother's forehead, just covering her eyes, and the other hand gently popped out a small object in the direction of the little girl.

The little girl looked at the golden nude lying abruptly in the palm of her hand, pinched into the shape of a boat, and was stunned for a moment before jumping up, and dangling the golden nude in front of her mother: "Mother, we have money, we can find a doctor for Ah Weng!" ”

Zhang Qing smiled slightly, and in a few flashes, he had disappeared.

As soon as he got out of the drunken gold cave, Luo Qianhuai's feet softened, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Mo Gongzi stretched out his hand to pull her up, and she also tried to actively cooperate, but all the bones and muscles in her body did not obey the call, and she couldn't stand up.

Mo Gongzi didn't hesitate at all, bent down and picked her up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Jia, who had been cowering behind Wei Lan like a quail, rushed out.

When he was on the gambling table before, he thought he was dead.

The snow leopard was bigger than he had imagined, with sharp teeth and claws, and it moved incredibly fast.

Rao is he used all his strength, and he also successfully hit the snow leopard several times, but in the end, he was unarmed, and he could not inflict a fatal blow on the other party, but instead stimulated its ferocity, leaving scars on his body.

If it weren't for the young man in front of him, he would have been buried in the belly of the leopard by now.

The thought of this made him feel cold.

I thanked him for saving his life, but I unexpectedly heard my cousin's voice. Only then did he realize that the person who really saved him was Yin Yin, and the cold-faced noble son who stood side by side with her turned out to be the worry-relieving son praised by everyone on the rivers and lakes!

He always felt that he was bold enough, but in front of the son of the worry-relieving son, he only felt that the other party's majesty was as deep as a mountain, and he didn't even have the courage to speak.

But that was before I saw that scene just now. My cousin hasn't reached it yet, I heard my mother mention it before, and it seems that she has been optimistic about Tao Qigongzi, and it should be arranged to see each other in the next two days.