Laohuai Lane.
At dawn, many people had gathered in a small courtyard, many of whom were wearing plain clothes and looking sad.
"So many days have passed, and the whereabouts of the captain are still unknown. Most likely...most likely he is gone."
"It is important for a person to die and be buried in peace. Although the Captain's bones have not been found, we should set up a mourning hall for the Captain to recall his soul."
"That's right! How brave is the captain? How can he be allowed to become a lonely ghost?"
As they talked, a group of people began to assign tasks, those who cleaned the yard, those who bought coffins bought coffins, and those who invited people invited people.
Just when everyone was about to go out to buy everything needed for the mourning hall, a figure blocked the door.
The person was twenty-three or four years old. He wore a black gauze hat on his head to cover up his bald appearance. His small eyes always glanced randomly, even when he was talking to others.
Who else but Yang Si?
He pointed at a group of people and yelled: "Get out! Get the hell out of here! Who said he's dead?"
"Lieutenant Yang, everyone knows that you have a deep affection for me, but today, I have to tell you the truth, I am really gone!"
The one who spoke was Xu Chao. His eyes were red. If he could, he would tell the truth, but it was related to Ning Hou's reputation. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to tell the truth!
"I don't care where you heard the news from. I only know that if you want to see him alive, you want to see his body if you die. If you don't see his body, he is not dead!"
As Yang Si spoke, he pushed Xu Chao and others out of the yard and closed the door with a bang.
When he turned around, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
He wiped away his tears and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Damn it, I... I can also cry?"
Others may think that Yang Si is a careless person, or even feel that he is heartless, but how can he forget the people who are really good to him?
Some things can only be cherished more when they are lost, because he has been alone since he was a child, and no one has ever really cared about him or cared about him, so he cares very much about Wang Cheng, who saved him, and Zhen'er, who gave him a new home.
"Damn it! Are you really dead?"
Yang Si squatted on the ground with his back looking at the door, suppressing his voice and neighing like a beast.
In fact, even if Xu Chao didn't say anything, he would have guessed that Xu Chao was not the only one who had seen Wang Cheng use the thunder technique, and he was one of them.
The dignified Ninghou's guardian envoy Bai Hu, the martial arts master personally takes action. Will Wang Cheng be his opponent?
After a long time, Yang Si stood up. As if all the energy in his body had been sucked away, he weakly walked into the room.
The room was empty, because no one had lived here for many days, and it was stained with a layer of dust.
He didn't have the mind to care about this. He took out several jars of monkey wine that had been put away from the room and poured them into his mouth.
A large amount of wine was poured into his mouth, and a lot of it entered his trachea. He choked and burst into tears again.
I changed to taking small sips and drank slowly and carefully, not necessarily tasting the wine, but savoring the past.
He drank from morning to afternoon, until all the jars of wine were finished, and he lay on the table drunk.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.
He stood up from the stool unsteadily, rubbed his groggy eyes, yelled "Ghost", and sat back down.
He pointed at the man in black standing in front of him and said, "You... are you a human or a ghost?"
"Try slapping yourself." The man in black said.
Yang Si actually slapped himself in the face. The pain caused him to grin and cover his mouth and said, "It's true! You really are Wang Cheng!"
He looked at Wang Cheng with his sneaky little eyes and said, "Damn it! I knew you wouldn't die that easily. Even if everyone in the world is dead, you might not die."
"Why do you say that?" Wang Cheng sat down and said.
Yang Sidao: "I met a fortune teller before. He told me that I was destined to be lonely and precarious for the first twenty years. In the future, I will meet a noble man. As long as I follow him, I will be destined to prosper in the future!"
Seeing that he was still drunk, Wang Cheng thought that he had drunk too much again, and asked with suspicion: "Is this happening? Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"
"You didn't even ask! Let me tell you, that fortune teller is really good. He even figured out that your fate is very tough. Anyone who goes against you will definitely end up in a bad end!" Yang Sixing vowed, and then Almost swearing.
Wang Cheng sneered: "You might as well say that I am the lone star of the evil god!"
He didn't want to continue chatting with Yang Si here, so he went straight to the topic: "Why are you here with me? Why don't you go back to live in your mansion?"
"I didn't want to come here to see if you are dead." Yang Si said angrily.
Wang Cheng patted him on the shoulder. Although Yang Si didn't elaborate, he could tell that he had been thinking about him these days.
"I said, what's going on with you? What happened that night?" Yang Si couldn't help but ask.
"It's hard to describe in words!"
Wang Cheng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "There are some things that I haven't told you yet. It's not that I can't trust you, but if I tell you, it will only make you more worried."
"Tch! What annoys people like you the most, who keep nagging you all the time, why I don't tell you. It's for your own good, and it's not to kill Ning Hou. What can't you say?" Yang Si said disdainfully.
Wang Cheng stared at him and said seriously: "What if I told you just to kill him?"
"You...you're not serious, are you?" Yang Si suddenly stood up from the stool again.
"Have you forgotten why I wanted to enter Ninghou Mansion? If I miss this time, I will never have this golden opportunity again!" Wang Cheng said.
Yang Si had a serious look on his face. He also knew a thing or two about why Wang Cheng wanted to enter Ninghou Mansion.
Although Wang Cheng didn't tell him specifically, he could tell that Wang Cheng and Ning Hou had enmity.
From this point of view, it makes sense for Wang Cheng to have a life-and-death battle with the guardian White Tiger under Ninghou.
Wang Cheng almost cried when he saw his ugly face. He pretended to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry, you won't be allowed to interfere in this matter. However, you have been in close contact with me. No matter whether this matter succeeds or fails, you will be punished." It’s implicated, so we have to make arrangements in advance.”
"How to arrange it? You have said it yourself, no matter whether this matter is successful or not, I will be implicated. I don't have the strength like you. If Ninghou has any martial artist under his command, I will die!" Yang Si said with a sad face. .
"Now that I have thought of this, I will definitely arrange a way out for you!"
Wang Cheng patted him on the shoulder. Seeing that he still looked dead, he changed the topic: "Didn't you want to quit for a long time? This is an opportunity!"
Sure enough, Yang Si immediately became energetic after hearing this, and then he thought of something and ran out of the yard as fast as his buttocks were on fire. Wang Cheng called him several times without stopping him.
Late at night.
The gray dirt alley is silent, and the darkness of night is always the theme of this alley.
No one living here would be willing to light a lamp at this time, and oil is very expensive.
The luxurious compound was also dark at the moment, and it was very quiet, even the dogs were no longer barking.
Suddenly, a man in black appeared in the courtyard. Seeing that there was no one around, he ducked into the west courtyard.
Just as he entered the West Crossing Courtyard with his front legs, another man in black appeared on his back legs. Compared with the previous man, his physique was obviously much stronger.
His face was covered with a piece of cloth, and his head was also wrapped in black cloth, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Under the night, these eyes were like ghost eyes, searching for hidden prey.
After a while, he also entered the West Cross Courtyard, and then appeared in the kitchen where he usually cooks and cooks.
He looked around, but did not find the man in black before, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a water vat, a rice vat, and some firewood. The place where people can hide can be seen almost at a glance.
Where have people gone?
Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the earthen stove with his exposed eyes.
He walked to the stove and picked up the pot, but he instantly became extremely disappointed.
I didn't see the imaginary entrance or exit. Like all pot bottoms, the bottom is solid.
"wrong!"
He suddenly thought of something, looked at the bottom of the pot again, and grabbed the bottom of the pot with one hand.
With a "bang" sound, a square iron plate was sucked up, revealing an entrance below that could allow one person to pass through. He rushed into it without thinking.
There were rows of steps below the entrance, which were deep and long. He walked carefully all the way without touching any of the traps.
This made him more cautious. He finally found the entrance and exit of the underground secret room, but he couldn't let the reports fall on him.
So he directly used his body skills. His feet were more than ten centimeters away from the steps, and he flew almost close to the ground.
Flying all the way to the last stone door of the secret room, just when he was about to push the door open, he suddenly stopped.
The person who can dig out such a secret room passage is definitely not simple. How could he be allowed in so easily?
So, he groped around on the walls on both sides of the door, and sure enough he found a mechanism.
After pressing the mechanism, the stone door quickly rose up with a "click", and dazzling light shot out from the secret room.
With a flash of his body, he entered the secret room and saw a young man in black looking at him with a sly look.
"It's really you!"
He recognized this person at a glance. He was the owner of this "mansion", Yang Sa, who was about to be promoted to captain under Ning Hou. People who were familiar with him called him Yang Si.
"Who are you? How did you find this place?" Yang Si looked panicked.
"I haven't asked you yet, how did you discover the treasure hidden here?" The man in black lowered his voice, his voice hoarse, sounding like an old man in his sixties or seventies.
Yang Sidao: "You don't care how I found out! I can tell you, you'd better not mess around. I am a popular person in front of Marquis Ning. In a few days, I will be promoted to Captain Xuanwei!"
His voice was stern, but his eyes were darting around, showing that he lacked confidence.
The masked man in black sneered: "Hmph! Don't say you are not Captain Xuanwei yet, so what if you are? It's not like you haven't killed anyone before?"
"Die!"
