"Hush! Don't scream. This dagger has been boiled in golden juice. It only needs to make a small opening to cause blood poisoning and pain to death!"
Zhang Zhao quickly took out a short gray-black knife from the mahogany box and said to Cao Yanming, who was about to call someone.
'Well...! Cao Yanming, who had just stood up to shout, quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
Gold juice is human and animal feces. In ancient times, people liked to use this stuff to add some virus damage to weapons. In fact, it increased the chance of tetanus and sepsis infection.
It sounds like nothing, but these diseases were absolutely incurable in ancient times!
Moreover, suffering from tetanus and septicemia is far more painful than being stabbed to death. Cao Shishi and Cao Yanming naturally knew how terrible these two things were.
"Call my cousin to come and listen!" An evil smile appeared on Zhang Zhao's lips.
"Ah! Ah?" Cao Yanming was dumbfounded. What kind of trick is this? Holding a short knife boiled in golden juice and pointing it at him just to hear him call him cousin? What kind of thief are you?
"Hurry up! What are you waiting for? Madam Suo Shi is your grandmother? If you are told to scream, just scream!"
Cao Yanming's father, Cao Yuande, is Cao Yijin's eldest son, and his mother is Zhang Zhao's cousin Suo Shi. Calculating, Cao Yuande is Zhang Zhao's real cousin, so unlike Cao Sanniang, Cao Yanming is really called Cao Shishi. He called me cousin.
"You are Zhang Erlang! You are Zhang Erlang!" Cao Yanming came to his senses, pointed at Zhang Zhao and exclaimed in a low voice.
"That's not polite! Did you call Zhang Erlang? Call your cousin and come and listen!"
Zhang Zhao patted Cao Yanming's head gently with his hand, like an elder doting on a junior, but Cao Yanming was only a little more than a year younger than him.
"You're so tough!" Seeing Cao Yanming's unhappy face, Zhang Zhao put the short knife against Cao Yanming's neck.
"Would you like my cousin to leave you some souvenirs?"
"Second cousin!" The cold dagger slashed across his neck. Cao Yanming suddenly felt like he was dead, and he had to call out "second cousin" with a constipated look on his face.
"Don't pretend to be dead! Get up quickly, I have something to say!" Seeing that Cao Yanming's psychological defense was slightly broken, Zhang Zhao kicked the sole of the scribe next to him.
Mader's eyes rolled white, and her body bent into a shrimp shape. She looked pretty good, but her breathing was a little short.
"Erlangjun is very clever! It seems that what those people in Qixiaohu Village said is true. It was really you who killed Ge Du!"
The scribe jumped up from the ground with a whoosh. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face as he pretended to be dead and was discovered. He was also a shameless guy.
"What are you doing, Mr. Erlang? I think you kidnapped the third lady, right? You still dare to come here now. If Mr. 14 makes a mistake, Princess Yuchi and Mrs. Song won't be able to protect you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, go out and move the guards at the door. I want to catch up with my nephew!" Zhang Zhao ignored the scribe's words and went around behind Cao Yanming to control him.
"My dear nephew, I just want to make a deal with my brother Yuande. If you are obedient, I guarantee that you will be fine. If you don't cooperate, I tell you, cousin, my brain is not very good. If I do anything else, then I will It hurts the harmony between relatives!"
"What kind of place does Mr. Erlang think of this place? There are three hundred elite knights outside. If you are allowed to kidnap Shirojiro out casually, what do you want us to do? Believe it or not, I will give you a loud shout now and you will be decapitated immediately. !" The scribe rolled his eyes and threatened in a low voice.
Hum! Zhang Zhao looked at the scribe's guilty and stern expression and sneered, "My good nephew, you have to remember that if something happens to you later, it will definitely be caused by this person.
Because it wasn’t him who had the dagger pressed against his neck, and he couldn’t save you. It was my cruel cousin, and if he could save you, then he had done a great job. Such a bad person is the most untrustworthy! "
Feeling the cold touch on his neck, he wondered whether the dagger had cut through his skin and whether he was about to suffer from blood poisoning. Cao Yanming, who had not been through many storms, felt goosebumps all over his body and was also frightened. pole.
"Yang Kongmu, save me! Save me!" The voice began to tremble.
"Don't be afraid, Shiro Fourteen. He doesn't dare to do anything, because if he hurts you, he, Zhang Erlang, will also be hacked to death!" The scribe continued to speak harshly.
"Yang Kongmu, right? Do you know what it means for a person who has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years to suddenly change his temperament and kill Ge Du?"
Before Yang Kongmu could answer, Zhang Zhao asked and answered again: "This means that my brain is no longer working well, and it means that I would rather die than be raised like a pig or sheep.
I’ll count you in dozens. If you don’t agree, we’ll kill you. Don’t worry, I’ll have enough time to stab you two to death before the guards outside come in! "
Yang Kongmu stared at Zhang Zhao for a long time, and his expression became serious only after he realized that Zhang Zhao really didn't seem to be telling lies.
"Zhang Erlangjun, what on earth do you want to do?"
"What don't you want to do? But I can't stay in Dunhuang country any longer. If my brother Yuande is willing to give me some convenience, Zhang Zhao wants to go west to join my uncle, Emperor Yuchi of Khotan Jin Kingdom.
Those hundreds of people in the village you brought back need to be pardoned so that they can live! "
Zhang Zhao said his opinion lightly. He said it lightly that he deliberately left hundreds of people in the village behind, just to let Yang Kongmu know that his biggest wish was to go to Khotan.
"Then you can let Shiro Shi go. The conditions are not harsh. I think Yuan Degong will definitely agree!" Yang Kongmu pretended to think for a while and immediately expressed his agreement.
"Fuck you, are you treating me like a three-year-old child?" Zhang Zhao was so angry that he said, "Ma Yaozi!" Zhang Zhao tilted his head towards Ma Yaozi.
Ma Yaozi, who had calmed down, raised his fist as big as a casserole and hit Yang Kongmu on the stomach, making him bend like a shrimp.
"I will give you half a cup of tea, and move everyone to the left of Zhuangzi. If you don't come after half a cup of tea, I will give Cao Shishi a knife. I think he can understand who made him lose his life." It’s guaranteed!”
. . . . .
A few minutes later, Zhang Zhao held Cao Yanming hostage and walked to the sweet spring water on the right side of Zhuangzi. Yang Kongmu did not dare to cause trouble, but he was not very honest either. Colonel Kang of the Yueqi Regiment led a dozen guards with his sword out of its sheath. The arrow was stringed and he followed.
But just when they were about to find an opportunity to rob people, dust rose across the sweet spring water, and dozens of elite knights appeared. Zhang Zhao whistled, and arrows were shot like locusts at a dozen Yueqi, including Colonel Kang and others. People can only run away quickly.
"Ma Yaozi! Yang Kongmu is still not honest! Leave a souvenir for him!" A small boat rowed over from the opposite side. Zhang Zhao stepped back on the boat and shouted at Ma Yaozi.
His face was completely black, and Ma Yaozi, who couldn't get off the pirate ship, could only step forward with a cold face, and stabbed Yang Kongmu in the shoulder. He knew that he was finished now, and he had been tricked by Zhang Erlang.
