That night.
The moon is dark, the wind is high and the clouds are heavy.
At the edge of the eastern sky, thunder could be seen faintly rising and extinguishing.
A heavy rain is coming and the night is dark.
It was already curfew time, and every house in the city had already closed its doors and locked its doors, but the west city gate of Pingye was quietly opened. A pair of city soldiers were guarding the soldier's cave next to the door. The leader was a big man covered in armor. It was Cheng Liang who belonged to one hundred households in Fusi, Pingye Town, and who had met Yan Xinglie during the day.
Russia.
Amidst the chaotic and intensive sound of horse hooves, more than a hundred knights were seen filing in with open fire weapons.
This group of people were dressed in different clothes. They were not officers and soldiers, but they didn't look like thieves.
Although there are many warriors with ferocious faces carrying swords and guns, there are more Fangshu people wearing cassocks, Taoist robes and colorful clothes.
If there were Lao Jianghu present, such as Liu Laodao, he would probably turn around and run away immediately after just one glance.
The dwarf lying behind a knight was ridiculously short in stature, but the knight in front of him was riding a horse. His movements were stiff and rigid. The skin exposed outside the armor was faintly revealed when illuminated by the fire. The metal glowed, clearly not a living person, but an iron corpse refined by magic.
Could this dwarf be the "grave-sitting boy" from western Hunan?
The rider next to him held a copper lamp in his hand. Instead of emitting any light, it absorbed all the surrounding light. Under the ring of fire, this person's place was a bit darker than the surroundings. In the haziness, only a long and thin figure could be seen sitting silently on the saddle.
This must be the notorious "strange shadow" in Huaiyin.
On the other side, a great monk was sitting on the saddle with his breasts exposed, holding a disheveled woman in his arms. The woman's waist was slender and wrapped around the monk like a snake. She had a beautiful appearance, but her mouth was a bit sharp. From time to time, it made a "hissing" sound that sounded like a snake's cry. It turned out to be a Qingcheng woman. Then this monk must be the sad wind monk who loves all kinds of banshees.
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Counting them down one by one, they were either gangsters roaming the green forest or notorious leftist monks. In short, they are all people with names on the Zhenfu Division's reward list.
Although they were all surly characters, their actions were quite orderly. They poured into the city without making any noise, and just dispersed on the spot, vaguely guarding a young man who looked like a prince from a wealthy family in the middle.
"The villain becomes a beam, and pays homage to the envoy Zuo."
Cheng Liang stepped out from the crowd, took a few steps forward, and prostrated himself on the ground from a distance.
However.
What followed was an awkward silence. Then there were a few faint sneers, and even a knight deliberately rode past his head.
Cheng Liang's expression changed, but since he had turned his back on the traitors and betrayed his friends for glory, there was no way he could tolerate this humiliation. Therefore, he lowered his body more and more, like a dog wagging its tail begging for food.
This respect finally earned him the favor of his "master".
The young man known as "Zuo Shi" winked, and an old man who was following him stepped out from the crowd, dismounted and helped Cheng Liang up.
"Master Chengxiang has been able to achieve such great achievements not long after joining the religion. It's really embarrassing for me, an old man like me."
Cheng Liang quickly got off the donkey along the slope, cupped his hands and said:
"Don't dare to take credit for doing things for me."
The old man laughed and said a few times, "You are to be feared later in life," then calmed down and asked about Yan Xinglie's situation.
"That Yan Xinglie was deceived into a house by me. He was afraid that I would teach him something, so he didn't dare to go out for a moment. In the name of protection, the villain has sent people to monitor him. So far, there has been no abnormal movement."
Cheng Liangfang told the situation one by one, but a questioning voice came in from the side.
"I heard that the bearded thief has a Taoist priest beside him. I don't know if your subordinates were fooled by illusions."
Cheng Liang glanced sideways and saw that he was a man and woman wearing rouge and colorful clothes. There was undisguised contempt and hatred on his face. He thought for a moment and remembered that there was a flower-picking thief named Sang Chong in the White Lotus Sect. He liked to disguise himself as a woman and sneak into people's backyards to rape women. Later, he was caught by the Zhenfu Department and was jailed and tortured to extract confessions. It must be this person who rode past just now. Why was he released again?
His expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hands and explained:
"I've got the talisman weapon under my command. Whether it's illusion or escape, there's no way to hide it."
The man was still about to speak, but was interrupted by the old man.
"Using Fanzi's methods to deal with Fanzi, wonderful, wonderful..."
The old man stroked his beard and praised a few words.
"Cheng Xiangzhu."
"My subordinate is here."
"You are the landowner of Pingye. Do you have any good tips you can teach me this time?"
"The church members brought by Zuo Envoy are all highly capable people. This action must be unswerving, but..."
He changed the subject.
"Yan Xinglie is an old man in the army. If he rides forward on horseback, he will inevitably disturb the grass and startle snakes. It is better to dismount and sneak away, and then surround him heavily. If so..."
"Yan Xinglie cannot escape even if he has wings!"
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"Boom."
Pale lightning cut through the sky, and the heavy rain swept across this small corner of Pingye City like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
More than a hundred people were hiding under the eaves, standing in the street, or crouching on the tile roofs, like a big net surrounding a small courtyard.
The people in the small courtyard were not at rest. Some dim candlelight shone through the windows, reflecting two silhouettes, as if they were drinking at the opposite table.
"Brother Yan, you have no chance of escaping this time. Why don't you hand over the saint and capture her without mercy? Why bother that Taoist and risk his life in vain?"
Cheng Liang wiped the rain off his face, but there was no response from the yard, only the silhouettes on the window panes were still looking at each other indifferently.
"Elder."
Bai Lian Zuo Shi finally couldn't bear to speak. Previously, he was afraid of accidentally hurting the saint in the room, so he asked Cheng Liang to persuade him to surrender after the siege was formed. Now looking at this situation, Yan Xinglie was determined to resist stubbornly. So he had no choice but... He made a gesture... and sent someone to test it out first.
After receiving the order, the old man looked around the field, but was shocked to find that everyone around him had moved their eyes away in unison, apparently fearing that he would be hit.
It is said that this group of people are all famous masters, one is arrogant and the other is arrogant and violent. If there is no Zuo envoy to control the formation, how can they be kneaded together? I didn't expect...
"Yan Xinglie's majesty is here!"
The old man sighed and turned his attention to Cheng Liang.
Cheng Liangpi smiled but said "Old bastard" secretly, and then turned his eyes to the only subordinate beside him.
The subordinate looked stunned for a moment, and when he looked around, his face fell. This group of people was originally assigned to monitor the courtyard, but just now they were deemed to be incompetent, and the others were chased away. Only he, the general flag, was left.
"grown ups."
He was also on duty in the Zhenfu Division, so he didn't know Yan Xinglie's reputation. He raised his head to beg Cheng Liang, but he was met with a face that was pale by lightning, like an evil ghost.
He shivered.
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The unlucky general flag trembled and stood in front of the door. The wooden door in front of him seemed to be made of steel and iron, and it seemed to be extremely heavy. He hesitated for a long time, but did not push it open.
He glanced furtively behind him.
At the gate of the yard, his boss Pingye, who was in charge of the government, put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist slowly, and the meaning was self-evident.
Forget it, dying early or dying late is a death.
Zong Qi gritted his teeth and rushed through the door.
"ah!"
A crack of thunder followed by a scream.
In the pale thunder light, Cheng Liang pulled out his waist knife with a choke; the old man pointed at the wound and moved slightly; the bronze lamp in the hand of the strange shadow shined brightly; the boy sitting on the tomb retreated deeper into the shadow, leaving only his iron The corpse knight's pupils are scarlet...
Even the left envoy Bai Lian held the fan bone in his hand so loudly that he gave an order for everyone to forcefully break in.
The general flag stumbled out again.
Cheng Liang stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out to the courtyard.
"What's going on inside?"
The general flag looked strange.
"dummy."
"What?"
"Ran."
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The Bailian cult members who broke into the house seemed to disturb "Li Changan" and "Yan Xinglie" who were drinking with empty cups. They both turned their heads, and on their strangely white cheeks, the two clusters of bright blush looked particularly dazzling and mocking.
Cheng Liang was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was shock, anger or fear, so he just drew out his knife and slashed at him randomly.
After a few moments, there were only two paper figures floating on a pile of broken wood.
The two people actually staged a golden cicada's escape under his nose.
Angrily, he glanced around the room and saw a linen bag lying in the corner.
With unfounded hope, he stepped forward and untied the bag, only to find an old man covered in fishy smell was tied inside. His eyes were protruding and his face was gray, obviously he had been dead for a long time.
"Where are the people?!"
The looks from the White Lotus cultists behind him stabbed Cheng Liang's back. Before his own neck was pulled away for questioning, Cheng Liang grabbed the unlucky general flag first.
"Where did it go?!"
"Sir, I really haven't seen Yan Xinglie coming or going. Not to mention him, there are only a few people passing by, including Wu Erlang who sells cooking cakes, and the cow smell who collects dung..."
Poor Commander-in-Chief was so frightened that he could not speak coherently.
"...There is also a sheep dealer. His sheep are so big that they are almost as big as a cow!"
