Lin Pingan had just woken up from the emotions of grief, anger and shock, and instantly fell into shock again.
Because the middle-aged man turned around.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and murmured as if he was dreaming: "Boss Shen, is that you?"
Yes, Shen Laicai is Nangong Cheng. Xuanwu Nangong City of the Ming Dynasty Night Watch Wuyingsi!
Shen Laicai nodded, and with his fingers like the wind, he instantly touched Yun Yeshu's chest and abdomen, and the gurgling blood suddenly slowed down.
Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Sylvia Lin's mouth. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lin Pingan.
"Let's get to know each other again, my name is Nangong Cheng."
He said seriously to Lin Pingan: "Nangongcheng, the night watchman of the Ming Dynasty!"
Lin Ping'an looked at Nangong Cheng expressionlessly. He didn't know what the Ming Night Watch was. He only knew that his Wan'er was dead.
He turned around silently, knelt on the ground, held Wan'er's body in his arms, and tears fell silently.
This was Lin Ping'an's first anger and sadness in this world. He gently touched Wan'er's little face, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Nangong Cheng sighed, stretched out his hand and patted Lin Pingan, and said in a deep voice:
"Everything here will be discovered soon. Young Master cannot stay for long."
After saying this, he waved one arm and picked up the unconscious Sylvia Lin, and pulled Lin Ping'an up with the other hand.
Lin Ping'an was confused, holding Wan'er in his arms, and let Nangong Cheng pull him out of the house.
In the dark night, a black carriage was waiting there quietly. Nangong Cheng opened the door, stuffed Lin Pingan in, and then got into the carriage himself.
The driver waved his long whip, and the rapid sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the dark night, and the carriage rushed into the boundless night like the wind.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at a manor on the outskirts of the city. It was dark all around, with only a little candlelight shining through the manor.
Nangong Cheng held Sylvia Lin in one hand and Lin Ping'an in the other, and quickly walked into the manor.
Only at this moment did Lin Ping'an regain his composure. He looked at Sylvia Lin's closed eyes and asked:
"She won't die, right?"
Nangong Cheng waved his hand, and immediately a woman in smart clothing picked up Sylvia Lin, then turned around and said:
"That sword stabbed Miss Yun Shu in the right chest. It might have damaged her lungs, but it would not have caused death."
Lin Ping'an knew medical skills and naturally knew that what Nangong Cheng said was true. He looked at Wan'er in his arms and said in a deep voice:
"You reminded me today, but unfortunately I..."
At this point, Lin Ping'an choked up again.
Nangong Cheng patted Lin Ping'an and said, "I didn't expect them to take action so quickly. I have to be blamed for this."
Lin Pingan suddenly raised his head, stared into Nangong Cheng's eyes and asked, "Is it Huang Taiji?"
Nangong Cheng did not answer directly, but said slowly: "The Viper is the Dajin Niangan people, and the Niangan people were established and governed by Huang Taiji at the suggestion of Fan Wencheng."
Seeing the confusion on Lin Ping'an's face, Nangong Cheng told the origin of the Dajin Stickman in detail.
After listening to Nangong Cheng's story, Lin Ping'an nodded slowly and said bitterly: "It is indeed Huang Taiji!"
Seeing Lin Pingan holding Wan'er tightly in his arms, Nangong Cheng finally couldn't help but said:
"My condolences, sir. News of Viper's death will soon reach Sticky Post. You must leave Shengjing immediately."
"Leave Shengjing, where are you going?"
Lin Ping'an asked in confusion.
"Go back to Ming Dynasty!"
Nangong Cheng replied: "Young Master will leave immediately. My night watchman will protect you along the way. As long as you enter the Ming Dynasty, you will be safe."
"Why did you save me?"
Lin Ping'an looked at the anxious Nangong Cheng and asked hesitantly.
He has now figured out that Shen Laicai is just Nangong Cheng's pseudonym, and the so-called partnership in business is just to get closer to him.
"Exchange blood method!"
Nangong Cheng said without hesitation: "This method is very important to our Ming Dynasty. I hope that the young master will take righteousness as the most important thing and teach this method to our Ming Dynasty."
After saying this, he saluted Lin Pingan.
Sure enough, it was the blood transfusion method. Unexpectedly, this method saved his life, but failed to save Wan'er... Lin Ping'an handed over his only relative in the world to Nangong Cheng, choking and saying:
"I hope Master Nangong will bury my sister well."
Nangong Cheng nodded, "Don't worry, including those in your house, I will definitely bury them well."
It was already past midnight, Nangong Cheng clapped his hands, and immediately two men walked in.
"Wuying Division escorts Mr. Lin back to Ming Dynasty, there must be no mistakes!"
He ordered the two men, who immediately bowed and said, "I will obey Lord Nangong's order."
Nangong Cheng nodded, looked at Lin Ping'an again, and said, "Miss Yun Shu is here to recuperate for the time being. When she recovers in the future, I will definitely send her to the young master."
Lin Pingan nodded, looked at Wan'er again, finally gritted his teeth and followed the two men out.
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After walking out of the manor, the black carriage was still waiting there. The two men did not get on the carriage, but each rode a horse. When Lin Ping'an got into the carriage, the two men shouted softly, and the carriage started slowly. , rushed out like lightning in the dark night.
It was already late at night, and the city gates had long been closed. The walls of Shengjing City were not as tall and majestic as those of Beijing City, but it was almost impossible to climb over them.
The carriage stopped in front of a private house far away from the city gate, and Lin Pingan followed the two men into the house.
There was no one in the house. A man in black took out a fire stick from his arms, lit a candle, and then waved to Lin Ping'an.
Lin Ping'an followed the two of them into a woodshed. A man left the woodpile, groped around on the ground with his hand, and instantly lifted a heavy iron lid.
By the faint candlelight, Lin Ping'an was shocked to find that there was a hole under the iron cover.
The cave was so dark that it was difficult to see what was going on inside. A man said to Lin Pingan:
"Master, just climb along this tunnel to the end, and someone will naturally pick you up."
Lin Ping'an asked in surprise: "Don't you two go down with me?"
"The mission of the two of us is to send the young master here."
The man said with his fists clasped.
Lin Pingan nodded, said no more, bowed and went into the hole.
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The cave is very small, barely big enough for one person to crawl forward.
Lin Ping'an didn't know how long he had been crawling. He only felt that his hands and feet were a little numb. In some places, the skin had been broken due to bumps, and a trace of blood oozed out.
Finally, just when Lin Pingan was exhausted, he reached the end of the cave.
After struggling to push open the iron cover above his head, Lin Ping'an suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in, and couldn't help but shudder.
After a while, he crawled out of the hole and looked around, only to realize that he had arrived outside Shengjing City. The tall city wall was far behind him.
The wind and snow had not stopped yet, but the moon hid behind the clouds at some point. Lin Ping'an's eyes were filled with darkness, and his thin body was lost in the darkness and snow, as if it had turned into a black dot.
He rubbed his eyes and finally saw the outline of a carriage not far away. Before he could figure out why the carriage was parked here alone, a figure floated in front of him like the wind.
"Wuying Si Wang Po has met the young master."
The figure saluted Lin Pingan, and then Lin Pingan saw clearly that the person in front of him was actually a man wearing black clothes.
"Are you sending me back to Ming Dynasty?"
Lin Pingan asked.
The man named Wang Po nodded, pulled Lin Pingan to the carriage, and helped him get into the carriage.
A moment later, the black carriage started speeding across the endless land.
Wang Po sat on the carriage shaft, holding the reins tightly in his hands, his eyes particularly bright in the dark night.
It's a long way to Daming Mountain, and his mission is to deliver Lin Ping'an to the designated location before dawn, where another colleague from the Wuying Division will be waiting for him.
