Leaving the three of them, Feng Yishan pinched his face slightly, and straightened the somewhat crooked human skin mask, the wind and frost overnight made the face under the mask covered with sweat stains, slightly uncomfortable, but it couldn't be seen in the dark.

After a little discernment of the direction, Feng Yishan drilled into a relatively dilapidated alley.

In this kind of dilapidated alley, the people who are generally inhabited are poor and persecuted.

There are not many people in this kind of place, and no one will be worried, and even some people have died, ordinary people usually take the initiative to stay away from here in order to avoid it, and the cluttered people have few eyes, and it is not easy to be exposed.

The houses on both sides of the alley are relatively dilapidated, some of the two door panels are still broken, and the night wind makes a "whining" ghost cry through the holes.

More and more officers and soldiers searched the streets, and as the fighting over there ended, more and more men were engaged in searching the streets.

Feng Yishan understood that time was getting more and more urgent, and when he saw a broken door with half a door concealed, he climbed over the wall and entered, and the door that had not moved at all was still knocking unhurriedly in the night wind.

This dwelling is a typical courtyard house, surrounded by houses on all sides, surrounded by a small garden in the middle, except for a wall at the gate, the courtyard is empty, and the windows of the houses on all sides are also broken, and they are uninhabited.

Secretly relieved, thinking that the locals in this place should all know, should they come here to investigate in detail, so he casually entered a room and sat down on the spot to rest.

In this dark night, he didn't dare to make a fire to keep warm, just by the moonlight, Feng Yishan drew water from the well in the courtyard and washed his cold face, changed his clothes from the package he carried, dug a pit in the black clothes and black pants, and put on the beggar clothes, with a dirty face, it looks the same, but the delicate palms and skin comparable to the rich boy will definitely arouse suspicion once exposed.

The current Feng Yishan didn't care about these at all, found a leeward position, lit a small candle, and under the cover of the house, thinking that it shouldn't be too obvious, he hurriedly opened the thing left by the birthday.

It is a hollowed-out candle with a hole in the middle, one side hollowed out, stuffed into the object, and then sealed with wax oil. It is easy to make, easy to hold, light in weight, and it is brittle, and the master with high internal force can only use the internal force and the strength of the hand to complete. If the candle has been opened in the middle of the process, no matter how well it is handled on the outside, it will leave traces of fracture on the inside, and it is easy to find the greasy in it under the special opening method.

Maybe the time is too urgent, and the birthday son simply smoothed this with the candle by hand, the surface is rough and uneven, the opening marks are obvious, and there is no bronze cylinder specially used to hold the candle when it is fine, which shows the anxiety at the beginning.

Fortunately, this thing does not need special measures indoors, it can be left for a long time, and it will not melt and destroy.

Holding the candle, Feng Yishan recalled the method taught by the old dragon's head, and slowly cut off the edge of the candle along the wave pattern with the tip of the sword.

The candle was cut, Feng Yishan picked it up and looked inside, fortunately, it was still untouched.

Inside, there was a silk silk that had been pulled from the placket, but the size of a palm, curled up together, and a few lines of small letters were written on it in carbon ink:

"The mound of the North Cang, the truth is doubtful, the tomb is divided into eight points, it belongs to the Quartet, its benefit is in the people, its plot is in the sky, Han Yuan a domain, there are beggars to complement each other, to become a tomb, leave a letter, hide in Cuizhu, the secret does not show people, since the seven princes back, and then can not get, Luochuan love and hatred, seven public views, after entering Han Yuan, seriously injured and returned, only the green bamboo, seven dukes are speechless, but there are traces, Han Yuan Jinding. "God of Dancing eBook

After hurriedly reciting these words repeatedly, after Feng Yishan confirmed that they were correct, he directly burned the silk silk, sat in the dark, and thought about it carefully.

Not long after, outside the courtyard, the mixed footsteps mixed with the roar of the soldiers were heard, and they had already searched this remote alley.

Feng Yishan had just had time to clean up the ashes that had not yet been extinguished, and the courtyard gate had already been kicked open, and the smoke and dust of the dilapidated gate were flying, causing bursts of coughing.

"Phew, whoa, man, there really are people here? You're amazing! You can smell it outside the door. ”

The guy who spoke was dressed as a servant of the Tianfu Empire, holding a wind and fire stick in his hand, a horizontal knife at his waist, and holding a torch to look at Feng Yishan who heard the sound.

"Of course, I think back then, I was one of the best detectives in our house, if not, alas, you are a stinky boy, and I will talk about the past again. ”

"Quack!" A brain collapsed, at this time, this person still had the mind to play, and he didn't pay attention to Feng Yishan at all.

Feng Yishan despised them in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, these guys were haunted in groups, and he didn't dare to enter their eyes, and now it was too late to hide, so he could only deal with it first.

"A few, a few military masters, a few military masters, what are you doing!"

Feng Yishan pretended to be frightened as the way the group of beggars spoke before.

In the era of this world, being a soldier and eating food is a good way out for most of the low-level bitter people, under the official standard system and the emperor's supremacy of thought, the status of a soldier is much higher than that of Feng Yishan, a "beggar", so many low-level people have to call "military master" when they see the soldiers. ”

This guy is in his forties and speaks a local dialect, but fortunately, he can still understand it in Fengyishan. looked at Feng Yishan, the beggar, contemptuously, with disgust in his eyes.

"Well, you're the only one, is there anyone else, what are you doing here!"

"Master Jun. Feng Yishan showed his clothes, "I'm a beggar, I have nowhere to go, take shelter from the wind and cold here, that's all, that's all, hehe." ”

"Shelter from the wind and cold, in this ownerless house?" he said, with a strange smile in his eyes, and his words immediately changed, "What beggar, I think you are a beggar, take it away." ”

The gang leader waved his hand magnificently, and although the few officials who came in behind him were stunned, they immediately looked hideous, and pulled out a chain on their bodies to lock Feng Yishan.

Feng Yishan's palm was forced, but he saw that the chain was spinning in his mind, it was just a lock to take the chain of ordinary people, and it was not difficult for him to get out of it, but now he revealed that he knew martial arts, even if he killed these people, but all the soldiers in the city were alarmed, so Feng Yishan pretended to be surprised, and then obediently stretched out his hand to let them tie up the chains.

The captain tied up Feng Yishan, smiled proudly, and took the lead out of the courtyard, these officials were really as Feng Yishan thought, just a rough and simple lock, and they dragged him away without even searching his body, completely treating him as a real beggar.