The young master raised his head tremblingly, thinking that he was secretly peeking at the two living dead in the main seat above. He knew the guy he was looking for was up here.
But the sight of the people around him added a lot of pressure to him. The commotion made him lose the courage to speak, and he didn't know what to say.
He escaped from the city lord's mansion at night, took his brother's belongings and body with him, and followed his instructions to come to Xicheng to find a guy named Fang Zhuo.
He knew about Xicheng, the base camp of the rebels, a group of guys who wanted to resist the city lord. He also heard about Fang Zhuo, the leader of the rebel group.
The senior brother's order simply told him to join the rebels, there was no difference. The young master is stupid, but he is not blind enough to do whatever others tell him to do. After all, according to the battle situation, the rebels have little chance of winning.
But the problem was that he saw with his own eyes the guy who harmed his senior brother and somehow escaped from him. Although he didn't know what was going on.
But at least one thing is certain. The murder of senior brother is closely related to the city lord Qin Ming. It can even be said that many people who disappeared inexplicably in the city may have something to do with Qin Ming.
Based on what he had seen, those missing companions were most likely dead, killed as quietly as his senior brother.
After all, under the rule of the city lord, so many living dead suddenly disappeared, and some people openly killed soldiers on duty in the camp, and it was the city lord's henchmen who did it. The amount of information was so overwhelming that the young master was a little overwhelmed, and he was so frightened that he fled from the camp in a hurry.
The only thing he couldn't figure out was why Han Yue, who killed his senior brother, didn't kill him.
Fortunately, his bad luck seemed to have ended yesterday. He ran away in a hurry and didn't encounter any pursuing killers. The few soldiers I encountered on the road were fooled away by his armor.
Finally, after a lot of hard work, we arrived here, the rebel headquarters located in the west of the city.
When he got here, he woke up and realized that it was not that easy to see Fang Zhuo. Especially since he was still wearing this armor, it seemed suspicious.
The young master also tried his best to persuade the sentry at the door to inform him, but he was kept waiting for a long time before he successfully came in and saw the target person.
However, the test has just begun. The "friends" here don't seem so friendly. Young Master quietly touched his chest, where the things his senior brother had given him were hidden.
Of course, what he thought was a conspiracy could not escape the eyes of other living dead.
What...thing is hidden there? He Ming looked at the young man below with a cold expression, thoughtfully.
"I...it is true that I don't know Fellow Taoist Fang Zhuo. However, one of my relatives does. He asked me to come here to find you." Young Master said with difficulty. He now has little hope of making the other party believe in him, but he still wants to save it.
This senior brother only asked her to come here to find a living dead named "Fang Zhuo", and also threw something for him to hand over, but he didn't tell him anything else. The information is surprisingly clear.
An old enemy is an old enemy, and he is going to play tricks on him before he dies. This guy is really a bad guy. As if he thought of something, a glimmer of water flashed in his eyes, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes.
"What's the name of your relative? Tell me, maybe I really know him." Fang Zhuo quickly captured the moment when the child was about to cry, and he felt that his imagination was putting too much pressure on himself, which actually made the child cry.
I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and calmly threw myself off the stairs.
When things have developed to this point, they are pretty clear about everything. The young and aloof young master in front of him could not be a messenger sent by Qin Ming, nor could he be an undercover agent.
Because he can't hide things from his eyes at all. Even Ningxia, who is less than ten years old (pseudo), is much more mature than him. There's no way Qin Ming would send a little guy who can't speak clearly and has a loose mouth to act as a microphone, right?
So everyone relaxed their vigilance and no longer treated each other with an attitude of guarding against thieves.
Of course, Fang Zhuo did not forget his strange premonition before. He always felt that the young man in front of him might bring different news to them.
"Senior brother's surname is Zheng, his name is Jie, and he is from the Qingyu Sect. I wonder if the seniors have any impressions."
"Yes... sure enough." Fang Zhuo murmured, a little surprised and a little clear, as if he had already guessed it.
"He...well, forget it, I've already guessed it." Fang Zhuo originally wanted to ask how his senior brother was doing, but stopped in the end. Thinking about it, if you don't see me, but you send your junior brother here, there is no other reason for death.
The young master held it in for a long time, his eyes were sore, and he couldn't hold back from crying: "Senior brother, he is dead. He was beaten to death by others."
Too many things happened this night, one after another. Young Master didn't even have time to react to one thing before he was dragged into the next link.
The scene at this moment was like a gap, causing his entire emotional plate to burst open, letting his emotions burst out like a rushing river. Wow, I couldn't help crying.
"Good boy. Don't cry. Calm down first and talk calmly." The living dead around him were all waiting for the other party to vent their long-pent-up emotions.
Fang Zhuo also motioned to Xiao Bing to bring a chair and tea over, trying to coax the little boy.
Just like that, the young master was sitting on the chair at the bottom. There was a hot tea cup and a plate of sugar cakes on the desk at hand. He blushed and accepted the stranger's kindness.
He felt that everyone who he originally thought was hostile seemed to be a lot more friendly and no longer stared at him with various scrutiny and evaluation eyes.
This is an opportunity. A chance to prove yourself.
"Can you tell us your name?" Fang Zhuo thought about it and decided to start with the safest topic.
Besides, this is very important. He can't just call others names like this, right? The name is very important. It is the beginning of trust. Fang Zhuo never ignores this link.
"My... junior name is Li Jiaotu, and I am from the Qingyu Sect." The young master seemed to be too shy and felt a little embarrassed to say this.
Oh oh oh! Pepper picture. That's a mythical beast, the Dragon God. Ningxia was a little surprised that some parents would give their children such names.
No matter in modern society or in the world where Ningxia is now, there is such a saying. If the child is given a name that is too big, he will not be able to support him. On the contrary, it is easier to make a living with a bad name.
For example, this dear friend in front of me just took the title of Shenlong. He probably wouldn't be able to bear it and it would be a blessing in disguise. I really don’t know what his parents think?
Apparently everyone in the rebels thought so too, with subtle expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Why did the boy wave his hands in confusion and said anxiously: "No, it's not what you think. This name was given to me by another of my elders."
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