It seems that I don't chase it.

Slowly stopped, holding his knees, gasping for breath. Exhaustion came over like a tidal wave, and Zhang Sohao forcibly supported his body to prevent himself from falling. He knew that once he fell, he would not be able to get up.

Raise your head and look around warily. At this time, Zhang Sohao was standing on an ordinary street, and the streets under the dark night were empty, only Zhang Sohao was standing here alone.

There are no weird bats, no straitjacket perverts in the night, and no red-masked geeks hanging from spider silk upside down.

There is only ordinary darkness.

Leaning against the wall, not caring about the stains on the sleeves. Zhang Sohao slammed the wall hard, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out.

Chiho is a good person.

Zhou Li is still a good person.

Li Kuan is also a good person.

Fuck you dead man, the knife is also a good guy.

It's all good people.

What's wrong with this world? Why so many good people? Do you have good Habitat Syndrome?

At this time, Zhang Sohao was trembling with anger, his whole body was cold in a cold sweat on a hot day, his hands and feet were cold, can this society be good, how do we bad guys live before you are satisfied, tears flowed down uncontrollably, this country is full of oppression of the wicked, when will the wicked really stand up.

Looking at his bloody hands, Zhang Sohao felt dizzy. The long running made his brain lack of oxygen, and at this time he was light and fluttering, as if he was about to become an immortal.

Am I dead a long time ago? Now it's all my last fantasy of being beaten to death? Or did I go crazy a long time ago, on the first day I entered the city?

I can't tell, I really can't tell!

Slowly kneeling on the ground, Zhang Sohao trembled, covered his mouth, and burst into tears.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Sohao felt the coldness of the ground, and he realized that he was not dead, he was still alive. Struggling, Zhang Sohao got up from the ground, he raised his head and looked around blankly.

Where is my place?

Barrack.

That's right, barracks.

Suddenly, Zhang Sohao reacted, no matter what, he still has a hundred Royal Forest Army, and Hou Jue as a hostage, and he has not yet reached the point of despair.

Like a long drought and a rainy day, Zhang Sohao cheered up and began to move towards the direction of the barracks in the dark. He believed that Steward Zhang would definitely find out about his disappearance, and the Imperial Forest Army in the barracks would definitely come to search him. As long as you can persevere, there is hope for a turnaround.

As long as you can enter the barracks.

"Senhe-sama, please."

At the door of the barracks, Steward Zhang made a gesture of invitation with a smile on his face, and said respectfully: "The young master has already ordered, if you visit here, you can enter the depths of our barracks." ”

"Not in order."

Chiho shook his head and said calmly, "If it's just me, I'll go in, but..."

Looking at the three people beside him, Qianhu sighed, threw out a token to Steward Zhang, and said:

"The Dead Man's Knife has mutinied."

Steward Zhang took the token and was stunned when he saw the "Hao" engraved with gilt on it. As the steward of the Zhang family, he naturally understands the importance of this personal token. Not to mention stealing, unless this kind of token is for Zhang Sohao to run naked on the street, he will definitely not let the token leave his own.

So...

"Did the Dead Man's Knife really defect?"

Frowning tightly, Steward Zhang hesitated: "My young master, how is it now?" ”

In the restaurant, the dead man's knife suddenly shouted the name of the king of Han, attacked the young master of the Ling family, and stunned the guards. It just so happened that I was in the restaurant at the time, and I rescued him. Seeing that the matter was revealed, the dead man's knife hurriedly fled and went to the south of the city. Your young master went to the county commander's house for refuge, and prepared to return to the barracks at dawn. ”

After listening to Qianhu's words, Steward Zhang frowned tightly and hesitated: "This... How dare the Dead Man's Knife be? But what's the point of him doing this? ”

"I don't know."

Shaking his head, Qianhu said honestly: "He is half a brain, too chaotic to guess." ”

"Yes."

Nodding, Steward Zhang said solemnly: "The camp is built in the depths of the cave, and the Dead Man Knife knows about it, if he wants to attack the camp, he will definitely release voodoo." ”

"The camp cannot be abandoned."

Shaking his head, Qianhu said calmly: "If the Dead Man's Sword unites with the King of Han and goes head-to-head, will your hundred Royal Forest Army, plus me, be enough?" ”

Steward Zhang shook his head, even though he was not familiar with the art of war as a steward, he also knew that the dead man's knife and the hundred royal forest troops of King Han himself were definitely not enough.

"So, we're going to use stratagem."

Turning sideways, revealing the petite white-haired young man behind him, Qianhu spoke: "This is the third young man of the Tang family, you can call him Tang San." He is a friend of mine, who specializes in poisons, especially in detoxification. ”

"Three less is good."

Steward Zhang nodded at Tang San.

"These two are my men, one is a longbow wielder, likes to volley, and is called the Flying Sniper. From now on, he is in charge of the sentry. ”

Revealing Zhu Qianyun, who was covering her face on the side, and the half-human-tall horse chopping knife behind her back, Qianhu continued:

"She is good at knife skills, slashing people like hemp, killing countless people, and she is a monster transformed by a double-thorn ape, you can just call her Brother Knife of the Second Thorn Ape. She's in charge of patrolling the area around the camp with your guys. ”

Although he didn't understand why a girl would call such a name that sounded like a waste, Steward Zhang didn't say much, nodded and gestured.

"So, Senho-sama, are you preparing..."

Facing the cautious Steward Zhang, Qianhu smiled, patted the other party's shoulder, and comforted:

"Don't worry so much, no matter how fast the Dead Man's Knife is, it will be impossible for him to formulate a poison that the three young men of the Tang Clan can't dissolve. We just have a bad message, when the time comes, you let everyone take the antidote, pretend to be poisoned, wait for the other party to enter, blow up the other party's entrance passage, and catch turtles in the urn. ”

"Isn't that a beautiful plan?"

Steward Zhang was overjoyed, and said again and again: "There are thousands of households to help me, and there will be no disadvantage!" ”

"In that case, let's prepare."

Qianhu felt that the smooth was a little too much, but Zhou Li had told him before that if it went well, it would prove that Zhou Li's plan was not wrong, and it would be okay to implement it.

"That's right."

Suddenly, Qianhu seemed to remember something, knocked on his head, and said to Steward Zhang, who was about to leave: "Where is the Hou Jue you arrested before?" ”

"It's in the barracks of the third cave."

Steward Zhang talked about everything, and said directly: "This kid has a very hard mouth, and he is a person from the King of Han, we have nothing to do with him, and we don't dare to be punished." By the way, Lord Li Kuan asked for the red ball on Hou Jue's body this morning, saying that there was a clue, but I don't know what happened now. ”

After finishing speaking, Steward Zhang looked at Qianhu and said helplessly: "If Lord Qianhu has the ability to pry his mouth open, it would be really good." ”

"Well, I'll check it out later."

Qianhu was light on the surface, but the hands behind his back were tightly clenched.

Don't be afraid, Dad will come to save you soon.

(End of chapter)