Blind North has assigned tasks to almost everyone, which is very in line with his image, throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, most of the fortune tellers and military advisors appear in the image of blind people.

It's just that the profession of military advisor is more competitive and there are fewer positions, so most of the blind people are fortune tellers.

These, in Ah Qiu's comics, are actually not shown, in Ah Qiu's comics, this is a demon who has set up a private court and prides himself on being the embodiment of justice.

It's just that, after all, people are not pieces of paper, and it is impossible to have two sides, so in this world, when everyone is free from the shackles of comics, the characters become vivid.

Next, everyone began to prepare.

Feng Siniang first instructed a few small helpers in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that the old lady was going to pick up the guests in person, and there was a feeling that a certain little star in an island country suddenly announced that he would go to the sea to make a film.

Xue San squatted at the wellhead in the courtyard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen his knife.

However, it is a small dagger and small pliers that are grinding, which are probably the standard items of the gentleman on the beam.

Zheng Fan walked over with some curiosity, squatted next to him, and asked:

"Where's your sword?"

Zheng Fan remembered that in the comics, the image of Xue San was carrying a big iron sword behind him, and the author of Qin Siyu liked this contrast very much.

Xue San raised his head and smiled at Zheng Fan while sharpening his knife, and replied:

"Back to the Lord, no."

"Gone?"

"When you come to this world, everyone has nothing on them except the clothes they are wearing."

Zheng Fan nodded, it turned out to be like this.

At the moment, I feel a little sorry in my heart, what these people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts if they were thrown in reality.

"The Lord can go to the front hall and sit down, drink tea or drink, and after tonight, we will be able to return to the Lord what the world is like."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Zheng Fan didn't go to the front hall, to be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown, sitting in the front hall, and in the afternoon, the guests would come, looking at the guests who were dressed very differently from modern times, this sense of unknown could make it difficult to breathe.

But he couldn't help but want to explore the unknown.

Maybe, it's not used to it, it's like a normal person watching a horror movie, painful and happy.

Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed, everyone outside was busy and making preparations, Zheng Fan took a nap.

This night, I slept a lot longer than expected, and when I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.

"I can really sleep."

Zheng Fan laughed at himself helplessly.

In fact, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could help himself, otherwise he would be called "Lord" by them one by one, and his face would always be panicked.

But Zheng Fan knew that he didn't seem to be able to help, and if he forcibly wanted to help, he might even be unhelpful.

Perhaps, they would be happier if they took a nap in the house and let them use themselves as mascots.

Leaving the room, I walked into the courtyard, and just then, I saw Ah Ming again.

Ah Ming was standing in the shadow of the cellar door, holding a small file in his hand, as if trimming his nails.

When sensing Zheng Fan coming, Ah Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:

"Lord, Fan Li has already followed a caravan of the barbarian tribe to the desert in the afternoon, Xue San has also gone to squat, and the blind man went to find the wife of the captain who patrols the city in the afternoon and has not come back yet."

Ah Ming continued to cut his nails as he spoke.

"Hmm."

Zheng Fan answered, and then, after hesitating, asked:

"How can I help?"

Ah Ming was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be some meaning in his eyes, and said:

"Actually, Lord, you have already helped a lot."

Zheng Fan was a little speechless, he thought that Ah Ming meant that he was not making trouble, he was helping.

Who knows, Ah Ming continued:

"The auction over there is over, but there are some troubles."

"What's the trouble?"

"The higher bidder pays a little too much."

"So ........."

Zheng Fan never doubted the charm of Feng Siniang, men's tastes are different, some like petite and some like big, some like cooing and wooing;

But Feng Siniang, as a perfect mature woman imagined by Qin Siyao, her smile is definitely extremely attractive.

One of the most clever ways to tell if a man is or not is to put your index finger between a man's upper lip and nose, and if there is anger, prove that he is.

"That person, there is also an entourage, which is said to be an entourage, but it is more like a bodyguard.

This boy came to Hutou City a few days ago, and asked two women to enter the inn in the kiln in the east of Hutou City, but the two women walked into the inn and were carried out, one is still alive, and the other has died.

He paid the money to the kiln, and the kiln was fine. ”

According to the previous arrangement, Feng Siniang opened the door to pick up customers this time because she wanted to catch a big fish, and her purpose was to torture the "world view" of this world from the mouth of this big fish.

Then, for the sake of safety, this fish must be disposed of, and when the "world view" sharing is over, Liang Cheng or Ah Ming will wear the clothes of the big fish and swagger out of the inn with a "done" posture to wash away the suspicion of the inn.

Originally, as long as it was aimed at that big fish, and men were often the least vigilant when they were at a woman's bedside.

But if there is an extra guard entourage out of thin air, there will be a lot of variables, plus Ah Ming said that this person shouted the highest price, and he belongs to the one who crushes the whole audience, the richer the person with status, the stronger his entourage escort may be.

The demon jumps, but don't take it off.

"Or, poison it?" Zheng Fan suggested.

"I have observed, that attendant, after entering the inn, although he has been sitting next to his master, has never drunk or eaten."

This kind of entourage will require itself to be sober at all times, so it is even more difficult to deal with.

Especially, when the group of demon kings under Zheng Fan's hands were still ordinary people.

"Since the idea is too hard, just give up."

Zheng Fan didn't want them to lose.

Ah Ming smiled, his teeth were very white, shook his head, and said:

"The more powerful the entourage, the more things that prove that the master knows, and the more valuable it is for us to attack him, besides, Siniang has already received money from others, so it is impossible to really let Siniang go to sleep with others."

"Yes."

"Lord, if you want to help, you can help me carry this jar of wine, go to the front hall, calculate the time, it's almost over."

"Oh, good."

Zheng Fan's eyes wandered on the ground, and when he saw a small wine jar, he immediately bent down and hugged it.

"It's so heavy........."

"It's incense ash in it."

"This thing, it's used for a sneak attack?"

"Well, the Lord sees the right time, just smash the guard, and leave the rest to me and Liang Cheng."

"Okay, okay."

Zheng Fan nodded vigorously.

"The lord goes first, Liang Cheng is waiting at the staircase in the front hall."

"What about you?"

Ah Ming stretched out his hand and pointed to the south side of the courtyard, where there was a ladder that led directly to the second floor of the front hall.

"I went into Siniang's house from the ladder and helped Siniang control the big fish first; The guard is in the room of the outhouse, and when you do it, I'll sneak up from behind him in the back room. ”

"Okay."

Although in the comic story, Zheng Fan has "killed countless people", "is full of blood" and "committed heinous crimes", but to be honest, he is just a keyboard warrior, well, he may have more imagination than ordinary keyboard warriors.

He didn't even kill a chicken, but he killed people...... Forehead...... This really killed, he killed himself.

Zheng Fan entered the front hall with a small wine jar, Liang Cheng was indeed standing at the staircase and waiting, when he saw Zheng Fan walking with the wine jar, Liang Cheng seemed to be a little surprised, and in addition to the surprise, he was also a little angry.

"Who asked the Lord to come to you, Ah Ming?"

"I asked for it myself." Zheng Fan replied.

Liang Cheng frowned, and it could be seen that he was quite dissatisfied;

Zheng Fan was a little uneasy, so he could only continue: "I listened to your orders, and ran away after smashing the incense ashes." ”

He felt that Liang Cheng thought that he was useless and could only get in the way, so he was not satisfied.

But Liang Cheng's next cold words surprised Zheng Fan:

"The safety of the Lord cannot be compromised."

Is this, caring for me?

"I'll run away if I smash it, it'll be fine, besides, isn't there still you."

It seemed that seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly, which was to express his agreement.

Immediately, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Zheng Fan naturally followed with the wine jar, but in fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.

Fan Li followed the caravan to the desert and opened up the vision of the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and letterheads, and the blind man went north to seduce the wife of other generals, these are actually enough, right?

But the inn here plans to get information directly by destroying the mouth, and it's good if it succeeds, but what if it fails?

However, Zheng Fan can also understand in his heart that these guys were originally monsters who killed people without blinking an eye and even took pleasure in torture and killing in comics, and when they did things, many times, they really only focused on the results, and did not care about the process and means.

Normal people do things when they have enough strength, but crazy people don't have to do things first despite their strength!

And now that the action has begun, the arrow is on the string, there is no time to think about anything else, the wind Siniang has already welcomed the guests into the boudoir, can't you really let Feng Siniang let that man sleep, right?

…………

In the yard,

After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,

Ah Ming still stood at the door of the wine cellar for a while longer.

Yes, he still had the little file in his hand, but it wasn't as Zheng Fan thought before, he was trimming his nails.

but

Again and again, he stabbed the tip of the file into his palm.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The wounds were pierced one by one,

Followed by

One by one, the wounds are healing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Finally, Ah Ming stopped his continuous self-harming behavior, raised his head, and looked at the moon, which was not very bright tonight.

He smiled.