In front of Wanhua Tower, a huge stage has been set up. The four courtesans gathered under the stage, but no one got off the carriage because the commotion caused by the cries coming from many directions had been faintly heard. Got here.
People were crowded together and had difficulty moving, so they had to whisper to each other. As various rumors spread, the scene gradually became uncontrollable.
The guards from the four major brothels stood guard around the four courtesan's carriage, but they were still inevitably pushed by the tidal force of the crowd, causing the carriage to sway endlessly.
The few stewards who were still in the Wanhua Building were a little quick-witted. They took the stage to summon their energy and shouted, saying that Li City was the head of Li County and nothing would happen, which made the people in the audience feel slightly at ease. .
Sure enough, it didn't take long before the sound of horse hooves came from a little further away from all directions, and there was a loud shout, which instantly suppressed all the noise in the street and reached everyone's ears. "Everyone stay where you are! The city's garrison is listening to the order, and those who make some disturbances to the people and dare to resist will be killed without mercy!!"
The cold and overbearing military order immediately calmed down the originally agitated crowds on several nearby streets. Gradually, the noise subsided and the scene cooled down.
Then, people could hear the shouts still coming from several directions, and among the sound of horse hooves, silence returned.
Then, the voice that shocked the whole audience sounded again, "Today, the commercial district is temporarily under martial law, and the people in the city are gradually dispersing!"
After all, the people in Li City knew the rules and regulations. After hearing the voice, the crowd on the outside of the street began to leave. Only those who had managed to grab a seat near the high platform of Wanhua Tower reluctantly looked at the oiran who carried the four directions. carriage, hesitating.
The stewards of Wanhua House and other three-party brothels were somewhat surprised that the chaos had calmed down and the garrison still made such a decision. However, the people did not fight with the officials, so they had to reluctantly take the stage and face the common people from all directions. After bowing and promising to resume the oiran singing and dancing competition in three days, many people who had stayed behind near the high platform gradually dispersed.
Just when the dense crowd of people on the streets with Wanhua Tower as the core began to leave, a sturdy man wearing a coarse short coat suddenly appeared in an alley not far from Wanhua Tower. He was a silversmith.
I saw him holding the tomahawk in his hand on his waist, looking at the blood splattered on the walls of the street, the river of blood on the ground flowing to the ditch aside, and the bodies that were cut by sharp weapons. The corpse was broken into several pieces, and he frowned slightly. Then, he took a step forward and stepped onto a broken carriage. The carriage seemed to have been slashed by a huge sharp sword, and the entire roof of the carriage flew off. One of the four walls was broken, and the carriage looked soft and comfortable, very similar to someone's carriage he knew, but at the moment there was no one inside, and there was no blood.
The silversmith looked in the direction where the carriage was smashed, and saw a huge hole in the house there. He ducked through the hole and cleared away the remaining bricks and tiles with his wave of his hand. Then he came out of the larger hole on the other side of the house and saw a woman in thin black armor with messy hair and bloodstained face curled up in a corner of the courtyard, unconscious.
The silversmith walked in front of the woman, quickly drew an arc in the air with his fingers, and a drop of sticky dark golden ball appeared on his fingertips. He pointed it at the center of the woman's eyebrows, and the woman opened her eyes in a daze. His eyes immediately widened, "Quick, quick...cough cough cough...save my lady quickly!!"
The silversmith nodded and placed his hand on the woman's abdomen. The dark golden light flowed into the latter's body, making her breath become slightly calmer. "Have you seen the appearance of the person who made the move? Do you know him? That person arranged for today. Is this game just to kidnap your young lady?"
The woman's eyelids felt as heavy as if she hadn't slept for several nights. Her head was buzzing, and a hypnotic voice made her close her eyes. She could only hold on and murmur, "I don't know him, that man is so dark and sinister." , not only kidnapped my young lady... but also the young master... Luo... Yunhe..."
After saying the last word, the woman's eyes had closed again, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan, but the silversmith still understood it. He looked back and didn't know when it came out.
There now, a figure covered in black tights, looked into his eyes and said, "She is seriously injured. Send her to the hospital earlier, maybe she can be saved."
After saying this, without waiting for the man in black to reply, the silversmith disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in the shadow of the top of a tall building in the commercial street. He just closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, and disappeared again in a flash. , appeared again this time, but in an attic with open windows. There were two girls in the attic who were talking about secret boudoir whispers. They were shocked when they saw the silversmith's appearance, and were about to scream, He was knocked unconscious by a dark golden light.
The silversmith did not look back at the two girls lying on the bed, but looked somewhere outside the window, frowned, jumped out of the window, and then disappeared again the next moment...
After several extremely concealed jumping trajectories, the silversmith, who was more cautious than ever before, finally appeared under the sun, but he was in mid-air!
He curled up and took out the battle ax from his waist. Like a tiger waiting for prey, he slashed out at a low-altitude cloud in front of him! !
This ax made no sound, but after cutting through the small white cloud, it exploded with a thunder-like explosion, rolled up the clouds and shot into the distance, pulling out a long and thin path of clouds in the sky!
The silversmith who had used the ax disappeared in an instant and crashed directly into the clouds. The arm that had been forged all year round and was as thick as steel punched forward and aimed at a man in cloak hiding in the clouds. He hit the figure wearing a large black cloak on the back! !
The figure in black had just dodged a blow when he felt a huge force coming from behind him. In a hurry, he still stretched out his right hand, and a faint light flashed on it, killing two of the three figures in front of him. They entangled them together, pulled them in front of them, and then threw one of the girls in a red skirt behind her, pretending to throw her into the whirlpool of power and let her turn into mud!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the silversmith quickly stopped most of his strength, and at the same time turned his fist into a palm and grabbed forward!
Just when the zhenqi in his palm was about to wrap around the girl in red, he saw the girl suddenly retreat and was dragged back to the figure in black at an extremely fast speed! !
As soon as the silversmith's grasp was empty, he did not hesitate. The zhenqi in his palm surged forward again. He grabbed the only one of the three people around the figure in black who was not in the opponent's hand and held it in his hand. He lowered his head to look, but It was a woman from the ANBU. At this time, the woman's mask had disappeared, revealing a pale but delicate face.
"Ho ho ho," the figure in black stood in the void, quickly retreated a hundred feet, stepped on a flying sword emitting black light, and raised it with the index finger of his right hand, and two more rays of light turned into silk threads and wrapped around his body. The throats of two young men, a man and a woman, could not be seen clearly, their faces hidden in the darkness under their cloaks, and they could only hear their hoarse voices, "Silversmith... you want them two to live..." .Or die...?!"
