Yang Dong conducted some more tests on the man. It's a pity that this man is just a personal guard and has limited information.
After Yang Dong made insinuations for a while, he still didn't spit out any valuable information. So he waved his hand and asked his two subordinates to make arrangements.
So with the man's expression of heroic sacrifice, he was taken away by two West Factory spies with a sneer.
At this moment, Yang Dong was the only one left in front of the tea stall.
Yang Dong's eyes closed slightly, and he began to think about the current situation in his mind.
Obviously, the deaths of these Houjin Cavalrymen were most likely related to that sect. It's just that there is too little information about the sect at present. I will have to find a way to ask Bingbing later. She may know more inside information.
Then there is Wan Yanyue, who still has to find a way to save her. After all, although that little girl has a stubborn temper, she still looks good. The only shortcoming is that there is some peace... Ahem, the main reason is that with this little girl here, there will be room for cooperation with Hou Jin.
So, Wan Yanyue can still be saved. But how to save it still requires some thinking. With the people he has on hand, it is simply unrealistic to storm Guyuguan, even with black technology like gunpowder.
If she was really held hostage by her two sisters, then the young master would be helpless.
Wait, there's something wrong with this!
That girl Wan Yanyue is not stupid. How could she not leave a backup plan for herself?
According to her situation at the time, the best choice was Hulunke. After all, he is his uncle, and the Hulun tribe is so powerful.
Judging from the meaning of the guard just now, Hulunke obviously knew Wan Yanyue's plan.
In this case, why didn't Hulunke show up?
Could it be that...he was bribed by the eldest princess and the second princess?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong frowned slightly, rubbed his eyebrows, and then slowly shook his head.
"This is not right!"
Hulunke and the two princesses were destined not to pee in the same pot. Because behind the two princesses are the support of two other big families.
If Hulunke cooperates with the two princesses, the status of the Hulun tribe will be affected.
No matter how stupid Hulunke is, he will understand this truth.
But if Hulunke didn't cooperate with the two princesses, why didn't he show up?
Just as he was thinking, a soft voice suddenly came from his ear.
"Mr. Yang, are you a little tired? Can my servant give you a squeeze on your shoulders?"
"Yao Jia, why are you here?"
Yang Dong looked confused and was about to turn around when he felt a pair of soft little hands pressing on his shoulders. While kneading it gently, he said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone:
"These days, Mr. Yang is always in the carriage with Sister Bingbing, and this servant has no chance to serve Mr. Yang."
"But Mr. Yang... doesn't like this slave anymore?"
Before he finished speaking, Yang Dong felt water dripping on his neck. So he immediately turned around, and after a slight hesitation, he gently held Yao Jia in his arms.
"What are you talking about? You are so sensible, how could I not like you?"
As soon as he said this, the tears on Yao Jia's cheeks fell on Yang Dong like broken beads.
"But... Yang Gong always thinks that the slave is still young and does not allow the slave to get close to Yang Gong."
"Mr. Yang, where do you think this slave is young?"
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her jade hand, grabbed Yang Dong's generous palm, and pressed it on her chest.
The next second, her cheeks were as red as blood, and her breathing began to become rapid.
Yang Dong subconsciously moved his fingers, secretly amazed in his heart.
I didn’t expect that this girl Yao Jia has grown so big! She wears looser clothes on weekdays, but the young master didn't notice...
"Ahem...you are indeed not young anymore, but you are still young."
After kneading it twice, Yang Dong retracted his palm with some reluctance. When Yao Jia saw this, a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes.
"Mr. Yang, you always talk about your age, but in ordinary people's homes, people as old as slaves have already given birth to children."
"Mr. Yang, actually this slave is really capable!"
Yao Jia said, and suddenly a hand went deep under her body, driving straight into Huanglong.
Yang Dong's body trembled, and he stood up straight away.
"Yao Jia, you..."
"Mr. Yang, I can do this~"
Yao Jia's cheeks were rosy and she started to move very stiffly.
Yang Dong felt the soft little hands and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Don't tell me, this girl Yao Jia is really good at her craftsmanship. But...why does this feeling feel so familiar...
Wait, isn't this the technique I taught Bingbing two days ago?
Could it be that... Yao Jia has been secretly hiding and watching?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong's heart couldn't help but tremble.
Speaking of which... it seems that apart from that night in the palace, I haven't enjoyed anything in a long time...
Ahem, Yang Dong, Yang Dong, what are you thinking about?
Yao Jia is just a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old...
…
Half an hour later, Yang Dong walked ahead refreshed, followed by Yao Jia with a blushing face.
But at this moment, there was a faint blush of satisfaction on Yao Jia's cheeks.
Seeing this, Yan Bingyue looked deeply at Yao Jia and couldn't help but smile.
"Brother, are there any clues about the deaths of these Houjin Cavalrymen?"
"The brats down there, I suspect that the Cult is responsible for it. By the way, Junior Sister, have you ever heard of this Cult?"
"The Cult?"
When Yan Bingyue heard this, a solemn look flashed in her eyes.
"Senior brother, are you sure it was someone from the Guild Cult who did it?"
Yang Dong immediately shook his head and said straightforwardly:
"I'm not sure, it's just some guesses from the brats down there. But...there is indeed something weird about this matter. It's like the tongues of those Houjin cavalry were all cut out."
"Is this happening?"
Yan Bingyue's cheeks turned slightly white when she heard this.
When Yang Dong saw this, he knew that she must know some inside information, so he immediately asked:
"What do you know about this sect?"
Wan Yanyue's face changed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she still said solemnly:
"Senior brother, I don't know. This sect is taboo among people in the world... In fact, it's not just people in the world. The imperial court has always killed the existence of the sect without leaving any survivors!"
"But the Cunning Cult has been repeatedly banned because their cultivation techniques are too terrifying. People in the Cunning Cult, regardless of their personal qualifications, only need to be able to steal the luck of others to enhance their own strength."
"Therefore, many ordinary people who have no martial arts qualifications want to practice by seizing their luck. Among them, from the common people to the princes and nobles, they are actually hidden cultists!"
