It seems that I don’t want to chase anymore.
He slowly stopped, holding his knees, breathing heavily. Fatigue came over him like a tide, and Zhang Suohao forced himself to support his body and prevent himself from falling. He knew that once he fell, he would not be able to stand up.
He raised his head and looked around cautiously. At this time, Zhang Suohao was standing on an ordinary street. The streets were deserted in the dark night. Only Zhang Suohao stood here alone.
There are no weird bats, no perverts in tights in the night, and no weird men with red masks hanging upside down by spider silk.
Just plain darkness.
He leaned against the wall, not caring about the stains on his sleeves. Zhang Suohao smashed the wall hard, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
Chihu is a good person.
Zhou Li is still a good person.
Li Kuan is also a good person.
Damn you Dead Man Knife is a good guy too.
All good people.
What's wrong with this world? Why are there so many good people? Do you have Good People Syndrome?
At this time, Zhang Suohao was so angry that he was shaking all over. His whole body was sweating in the hot weather, and his hands and feet were cold. Can this society get better? How can we bad guys survive to make you satisfied? Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily. This country is full of people who hate... The oppression of evil people, when can evil people truly stand up?
Looking at his bloody hands, Zhang Suohao felt dizzy. Running for a long time caused insufficient oxygen supply to his brain. At this time, his whole body was light and airy, as if he was about to become an immortal.
Am I already dead? Now this is my last fantasy of being beaten to death? Or am I crazy long ago, on the first day in the city?
I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!
Slowly kneeling on the ground, Zhang Suohao trembled, covered his mouth, and burst into tears.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Suohao felt the coldness of the ground, and then he realized that he was not dead yet, but still alive. Struggling, Zhang Suohao got up from the ground. He raised his head and looked around at a loss.
In such a big Beiliang, where is my place?
military camp.
Yes, military camp.
Suddenly, Zhang Suohao realized that he still had a hundred imperial guardsmen and Hou Jue as hostages, so he was not in a desperate situation yet.
Like a long drought, Zhang Suohao cheered up and began to move toward the military camp in the dark. He believed that Manager Zhang would definitely discover his disappearance, and the Imperial Guards in the military camp would definitely come to search for him. As long as you can persist, there is hope for a comeback in everything.
As long as, as long as you can enter the military camp.
"Sir Chihu, please."
At the door of the military camp, Manager Zhang smiled and made an invitation gesture, and said respectfully: "The young master has already given instructions. If you visit here, you can enter the depths of our military camp."
"Out of order."
Qianhu shook his head and said calmly: "If I were the only one, I would go in, but..."
Looking at the three people around him, Qianhu sighed, threw a token to Manager Zhang, and said:
"The Dead Man's Knife has rebelled."
Manager Zhang took the token and was stunned when he saw "Hao" engraved in gold on it. As the manager of the Zhang family, he naturally understands the importance of this kind of personal token. Not to mention stealing it, unless Zhang Suohao ran naked on the street, he would never let the token leave his own.
so···
"Dead Man's Knife really defected?"
Frowning tightly, Manager Zhang hesitated and said, "My young master, how are you doing now?"
"In the restaurant, Dead Man's Sword suddenly shouted the name of the King of Han, attacked the young master of the Yin family, and knocked out the guard. It happened that I was in the restaurant at the time and rescued him. When Death's Sword saw what had happened, he fled quickly and went South of the city. Your young master went to the county magistrate's house to take refuge, and is preparing to return to the military camp at dawn."
After listening to Qianhu's words, Manager Zhang frowned and said hesitantly: "This... Dead Man's Sword is so bold? But what's the point of doing this?"
"have no idea."
Shaking his head, Qianhu said honestly: "He only has half a brain, and it's too chaotic to guess."
"Too."
Nodding, Manager Zhang said solemnly: "The camp was built deep in a cave. Dead Man's Knife knows about this. If he wants to attack the camp, he will definitely release voodoo."
"The camp cannot be abandoned."
Shaking his head, Qianhu said calmly: "If the Dead Man's Sword unites with the King of Han and engages in a head-on confrontation, will you, one hundred imperial guards, plus me, be enough?"
Manager Zhang shook his head. Even though he was a manager and was not familiar with the art of war, he also knew that the Dead Man's Sword and the King of Han's own one hundred imperial guards were definitely not enough.
"So, we have to use a strategy."
Turning sideways, revealing the petite white-haired boy behind him, Qianhu said, "This is the third young master of the Tang family. You can call him Tang San. He is my friend. He specializes in poisons, and is especially good at detoxifying them."
"Hello, Third Young Master."
Manager Zhang nodded towards Tang San.
"These two are my men. One is good at using longbows and likes to shoot volleys. His name is Feitian Sniper. From now on, he will be responsible for guarding the sentry."
Revealing Zhu Qianyun, whose face was covered on the side, and the half-person-high zanma sword behind her, Qianhu continued:
"She is good at knife skills. She can cut people like numbness and kill countless people. She is also a monster transformed by the Two-Spined Ape. You can just call her Brother Two-Spined Ape Sword. She is responsible for patrolling around the camp with your people."
Although he didn't understand why a girl would be called such a trash-sounding name, Manager Zhang didn't say much, nodded and signaled.
"So, Lord Chihu, are you ready...?"
Facing the cautious Manager Zhang, Qianhu smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him:
"Don't worry so much. No matter how fast the Dead Man's Sword is, he can't prepare a poison that even the three young masters of Tang's syndrome can't remove. We just have an information gap. When the time comes, you can ask everyone to take the antidote and pretend to be poisoned. Wait for the opponent to enter and then blow up the opponent's entrance passage to catch the turtle in the jar."
"Isn't it beautiful to have such a plan?"
Manager Zhang was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "If a thousand households help me, I will be able to go anywhere!"
"In that case, let's get ready."
Qianhu felt that the success was a bit too much, but Zhou Li had told him before that if it went well, it would prove that Zhou Li's plan was correct and he could just implement it.
"correct."
Suddenly, Qianhu seemed to remember something, knocked his head, and said to Manager Zhang who was about to leave: "Where is the Hou Jue you arrested before being imprisoned?"
"It's in the barracks of the third cave."
Manager Zhang talked about everything and said directly: "This kid is very tough-talking and he is from the King of Han. We have nothing to do with him and we don't dare to punish him. By the way, Mr. Li Kuan sent Hou Jue to prison this morning. I asked for the red ball on my body, saying it had a clue, but I don’t know what’s going on now.”
After speaking, Manager Zhang looked at Qianhu and said helplessly: "It would be great if Mr. Qianhu could pry his mouth open."
"Well, I'll go take a look later."
Qianhu looked calm and calm on the outside, but his hands behind his back were tightly clenched.
Don't be afraid, my son, dad will come to save you soon.
(End of chapter)
