Xue Shou said calmly, "Now that I've done it, it's useless to be afraid."
Zhao Yingrong opened his mouth and was about to say something when a shrill and pitiful scream came from behind him. The scream was like a pair of hands grabbing his heart tightly and roughly tearing it into pieces.
It was obvious that the leg bones of the man behind him were broken inch by inch, but why was he trembling with cold pain all over his body?
Zhao Yingrong composed himself, wiped off the cold sweat, and said timidly: "What if he, he, still refuses to remain silent?"
Xue Shou slowly walked up the steps. The hem of his clothes that was trailing to the floor was stained with wet moss and stained with dirt. He lifted the hem of his clothes in disgust and said in a deep voice: "Then continue to fight."
Zhao Yingrong was stunned: "Then, what should I do if I'm beaten to death?"
Xue Shou stopped, turned around and smiled solemnly: "Then you will die with him."
Zhao Yingrong was so frightened that he was shaking like chaff. He trembled and said, "First of all, sir, please stop joking."
Xue Shou grinned, his white teeth shining coldly: "Then pry his mouth open."
Zhao Yingrong instantly felt that he had fallen into an abyss of eternal destruction, an abyss that he could not climb out of even with all his strength.
For the first time, he felt that the corridor was so long that there was no end in sight, and the stone steps were so steep that it was impossible to go up or down.
He closed his eyes without tears: "Yes."
The two walked out of the underground cave and walked behind the rocks.
Xue Shou pressed lightly on a hole in the rugged rock, and there was a soft creaking sound. The rock firmly blocked the steps extending downward on the ground.
Then water bandits came over and cleaned up the traces left by moving the rocks.
Xue Shou was walking slowly in front, while Zhao Yingrong was always half a step behind him, following silently, not daring to say a word.
In name, he is the leader of Qingyun Village, and Xue Shou is just a subordinate he invited. Apart from knowing more words and being more thoughtful, he is no different from other water bandits.
But in fact, only Zhao Yingrong himself knows what the real situation is, like people drinking water.
He is just a decoration that sounds powerful and looks very intimidating.
What's even more tragic is that he can't even sit properly on the decorations. After all, there are many people who are uglier and more fierce than him.
Xue Shou clearly knew Zhao Yingrong's uneasiness. He stopped, turned to look at him and said, "You know what the captured girls are for. Cheer up and ask the boys to step up their patrols. Nothing can go wrong before we pick the person up over there."
Zhao Yingrong's heart immediately jumped up and down, and he said nonchalantly: "Well, sir, why are there so many girls this time?"
The night enveloped Xue Shou, and it was so dark that his expression was hard to see, but his eyes were particularly gloomy, staring coldly at Zhao Yingrong's face.
Zhao Yingrong staggered back a step, knowing that he had violated a taboo, and stuttered: "I, I, talk too much."
In the dark night, Xue Shou and Zhao Yingrong were completely opposite each other. The one who should have been humble was strong and sinister, while the one who should have been tough was honest, as if he was scared of being beaten.
This scene is so weird no matter how you look at it.
Xue Shou looked at the timid Zhao Yingrong and raised his eyebrows in disgust: "There are many people inside and outside the village now, so leave more people to keep an eye on Gu Chen and the others."
Zhao Yingrong's eyes were a little dull, and he said something stupid: "Then Gu Shenxian is not your master's uncle, so how could he be harmful to you?"
Xue Shou looked at Zhao Yingrong as if he were a fool and sneered: "Uncle, what the hell, uncle!"
Zhao Yingrong was shocked. It seemed that the relationship between Xue Shou and Gu Chen was not as harmonious as what he saw tonight. There seemed to be a deep rift between the two.
He lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelids to block his unpredictable gaze.
It's good to have differences, flies won't bite seamless eggs.
Ah, who is the fly? !
He suppressed the coldness in his eyes, raised his head and said humbly: "But sir, there has been no message from over there for several days. Have they given up on us?"
"This is not your business, just do your duty." Xue Shou said calmly, turned around and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Yingrong looked at Xue Shou's back and narrowed his eyes.
The night was so dark that it was hard to turn away. All the lights in Qingyun Village were extinguished. Only the turrets on the four corners still had a few bright lights swaying back and forth.
Although there were still several empty rooms in the small courtyard, Yao Yao and the four of them still crowded into the main room just in case. The three men slept on the kang calmly, while Yao Yao was aggrieved and beat him repeatedly. Got a floor bunk.
It's a pity that Yao Yao couldn't sleep peacefully even on the hard floor.
The four people had just fallen asleep and opened their eyes one after another, but they all remained silent and looked out the window together.
In the dark night, a very faint light flashed under the window, and then someone knocked gently on the door outside.
Yao Yao, who was sleeping on the ground, raised his head, looked at Gu Chen on the kang, and silently moved his lips: "Here he comes."
Gu Chen raised his eyebrows, flicked his fingers, and lit an oil lamp on the desk. Then he said with a half-smile: "The door is unlocked. If you have the guts, just come in."
After the words fell, the door was obviously silent for a moment, and then there was a hesitant "squeak".
The lantern holder walked into the room and looked at Yao Yao sitting on the ground with a quilt in his arms and the three men sitting on the kang in shock.
"Hi, Master Zhao, good evening." Yao Yao hugged the quilt and waved to Zhao Yingrong who walked in, smiling with his almond-shaped eyes as crescent-shaped.
Zhao Yingrong was completely confused. He no longer knew which leg to move first. He was stunned and asked in shock: "You guys, how did you know I was coming?"
Gu Chen hugged the quilt and yawned lazily: "How you know is not important. What is important is that I, we know that the leader of Zhao Village is controlled by others."
Zhao Yingrong grinded his teeth, suddenly exhaled, sat on the bed, and stared at Gu Chen with fiery eyes: "Master Gu Xian is really good at pinching."
Gu Chen choked and looked at Yao Yao, hoping she could say something.
Unexpectedly, Yao Yao sneered at Gu Chen's gaze, lay down on his own with the quilt in his arms, turned over, and continued sleeping like a normal person, leaving him with a look of contempt on his back.
Her current identity is that of a young junior sister who is rough, unruly, and a little bit heartless. If she comes up with some shocking ideas and scares people away, it will be a big deal.
Gu Chen glared at Yao Yao's back, angrily put on the look of an outsider, pinched his fingers, and said slowly: "I can still figure it out, the leader of Zhaozhai is not going to die soon."
Yao lying on his back
Yao snorted and added something in his mind.
The Yintang turned black, there was a bloody disaster, and his life was not long.
Halfway through the words, it seems that Gu Chen is not so conscientious in his duties.
After hearing this, Zhao Yingrong was not as relaxed as Yao Yao. His expression changed several times, and finally his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He lifted his robe, fell to his knees with a thud, and squeezed out two tears: " Please ask the immortal master to save me."
Yao Yao was covered with quilt and sighed boredly.
Martial arts dramas, Machiavellian dramas and even romantic dramas have used the same tired old routines. They are so boring. Could there be something fresh?
Just when Zhao Yingrong was holding Gu Chen's thigh and crying and begging, Xue Shou was not idle either. He was lying on the Kang table, writing something quickly with a pen.
A dim light flickered on the table, and Xue Shou's kind and gentle face was full of sinisterness.
He finished writing a letter, put down his pen, slowly dried the ink, folded the tissue paper neatly and packed it up slowly, sealed it with a wax seal, and handed it to a shadow in the corner: "Send it out overnight, don't alert others. ."
Shadow said nothing, took the letter and put it away close to his body. After a slight movement, there was no trace of it.
After a while, Xue Shou whispered outside: "Come in."
A dark figure walked into the room. This person was tightly wrapped in a long gown as black as ink from beginning to end, only revealing a pair of slender and slightly raised eyes, looking at Xue Shou silently.
Xue Shou coughed lightly: "What's going on over there? We have to pick people up in two days, so why hasn't there been any news?"
When he faced Zhao Yingrong, he could calmly say something ridiculous and do his duty, but in fact he was not as indifferent as he appeared.
He was also afraid that he would become an outcast.
The visitor pinched the indistinguishable throat and said in a neither soft nor hard tone: "When I leave Beijing, everything will be as usual. Sir, just wait patiently."
Xue Shou's face turned pale after being choked by these words, but this person was not his subordinate. He couldn't move and he couldn't reprimand him. Even if he was choked and wanted to vomit blood, he had to chew the blood and swallow it.
He endured and endured before making his voice sound calm as usual, without any anger: "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
The voice of the visitor was sharp and sharp, like the noise made by something rubbing on the ground. It was very harsh and unpleasant: "Master has given instructions, please sit down in Qingyun Village and stay safe. Don't worry about others."
Xue Shou was so angry that he fell over. Not to mention vomiting blood, he was so angry that his heart, liver, and lungs were about to spit out. He gritted his teeth and felt extremely frightened, but he still had to look calm and calm on his face. Come on, he said kindly: "Yes, thank you for the tip."
The visitor beat Xue Shou gently but not too hard. Seeing that Xue Shou endured it with no trace of impatience or anger, he suddenly felt satisfied and nodded happily: "Then, if there is no other instruction, sir, So I went back first."
Xue Shou opened his mouth. He wanted to tell this person about Gu Chen's uninvited visit today, but he felt that Gu Chen couldn't make any trouble, so why did he bother to do so? He shook his head and swallowed the words. He turned back and bowed his hands politely: "Please."
The visitor raised his eyebrows. It was bitterly cold in the mountains. He had only been here for half a month and already he couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't know how he could endure the loneliness. After living in the mountains day by day for more than ten years, he could not stand it anymore. There was no trace of resentment.
