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Chapter 1152 The Entrustment of the Wilderness Witch 9
The glass floor-to-ceiling windows were hit by the fragments of the carriage, and they were not shattered immediately, but cracked into swirling lines, blocking the sight of several people.

Suddenly no one spoke in the barbecue restaurant.

Only the fat sizzled on the pan.

The musician was too nervous, his hands had already dented an iron skewer into a hook. He didn't know it, but when his sight was suddenly blocked and it was a critical moment, he immediately dropped the iron skewer and ran towards the door. There was unconcealed concern on his face.

His actions seemed to be a rallying call, causing other customers in the barbecue restaurant to rush to the door!
They want to know what happened outside, what happened to the king, how the royal family will deal with it, and how this accident will end...

In short, watching the excitement is a kind of nature, regardless of race.

But there are also some people who choose to stay away, pointing at the musician's back in passing, obviously recognizing the worst liar in town.

Lan Shuying stood up when she saw this, her voice was a little higher than normal chatting.

She said to Hai Li: "Look, our friend is too anxious, he is always like this, curious about everything... this is not good." Curiosity was the first to run out.

Hayley realizes she's exonerating the musician.

The performance of the musicians is too abnormal.

He shouldn't care about the king, because they are so bad!
They bought the news from the hotel owner: the musician was once the most important court musician of the king, until he was suddenly kicked out by the king on a stormy night!
Drive him out of the palace and take his iron rice bowl;
But it was not to execute him, or force him to leave the royal city.

How can outsiders know how he offended the king?You can't ask for death, you can only live and suffer.

But they also remembered that some of the words the musician had sung first in the street, with the strength of his drink, knew his resentment against the king.

The king didn't need to bother too much, an order could make the musician unable to leave the royal city, and he could only live in poverty.If he did something stupid, like turn himself into a little animal and be served at the dinner table... the king would be happy to laugh at him.

Something happened to your sworn enemy, shouldn't you celebrate?
As a result, what the musician did just now looked like his wife had been bombed.

So suspicious.

Hayley looked at the musician suddenly a little strangely.

……

The wreckage of the carriage was shrouded in flames.

Choking smoke spread outward.

The crowd was chaotic and crowded.

Some want to get closer to see the excitement, while others are anxious to leave to avoid disaster.Everyone has different goals and couldn't help pushing and shoving.

The clowns on stilts forgot to throw oranges, the stilts were hit by someone, and the clowns who lost their balance screamed and fell into the crowd, making the scene even more chaotic.

"Hahahaha! Carnival night!"

"Good luck! Good luck!"

This was supposed to be the clown's line when he handed out the oranges.

Obviously, it wasn't them who spoke.

They heard it in several nearby streets. The voice was extremely piercing. In the chaos, they didn't know who was calling, but they had the answer: it was an assassin!
The chill suddenly spread all over the body!

Lan Shuying sensed a dangerous aura.

"Come here!" she yelled.

Hailey followed her without hesitation.

I don't know where the trust comes from.

They left the glass windows and hid in the corner farthest from the street.

As soon as I stood firm here, I saw several red balls coming from different directions, and they exploded the moment they touched the glass window!The explosion sounded up and down, and all the shops along the street suffered, and the assassins hidden in the crowd were deliberately creating chaos.

"It's an orange!" Haili's eyes were sharp, and the bomb was wrapped in the orange.

Tonight, oranges are the most popular thing. Think about how many corpses would be added to the street if the residents saw "oranges" and looted them without knowing it...

Lan Shuying shook off the shards of glass on the cloak, and the chill had disappeared.

——If they hadn't left just now, they would be blown to pieces like glass windows by now.

Like...the guy pretending to be the king in the carriage.

Through the empty windows, there was a clear view beyond the carriage.

Lan Shuying concluded that this was a game set up by the king.

After the carriage that the "king" was riding in was bombed in the street, the guards had no intention of approaching at all, they were very calm, and led by the captain, they spread out to search for something, and they didn't even care about the queen driving behind.

Hai Li's face changed slightly, and she said with emotion: "I'm sorry for that substitute."

To die for the king, such a tragic death, no one cares about it.

"It's really not a thing. He knew he was going to be assassinated, so why not put a dummy in the car, and watch the bombs blow up all over the place, ruining the festive atmosphere." Hai Li wantonly complained about the king in the chat room.

At this time, Lan Shuying noticed a sneaky figure.

It was a slightly obese man. With his back bent, he approached the wreckage of the carriage in a low-key manner, and suddenly snatched the half amputated arm from behind the wheel, and ran away.

There was actually something else in the man's arms.

For example, arms, stumps, broken bones and pieces of flesh wrapped in various cloths.

There was a cloth bag dripping with blood on his shoulder, and there was a spherical object in it, dangling with his movements.

Lan Shuying only saw his back, not his face.

But one thing is easy to identify - he wears a chef's hat on his waist.

A chef who collects broken limbs in the chaos.

When the things he picks up are connected with his profession, it always feels weird.

Lan Shuying shook her head.

Maybe she was thinking too much.

The Wangcheng seems to be in good order, and there should be no such thing as someone picking up a corpse and making it into pork buns.

……

It's been a few days since the last anticlimactic Tangerine Festival.

The two rabbits are no longer tourists who come to Wangcheng because they have exceeded the "visa" time. They must find a job to stay.

Lan Shuying immediately went to buy a batch of small commodities.

She packed the merchandise in two carts, and Hailey and she each pushed one, and walked around the streets.

It doesn't matter how much they sell, they mainly want to prove to the management office:
We have serious jobs now!
Besides, the job of shopkeeper has one advantage, it is supposed to carry goods around.In this way, they can not only understand the local laws and living habits, but also inquire about the whereabouts of the soldiers by the way.

The invisibility cloak has a time limit, and every day that passes, its countdown reminds her: time is running out, act as soon as possible.

In addition, new coordinates are broadcast again.

When she went out this morning, she saw two familiar figures above Wangcheng:

Goshawk and Snow Eagle have already chased them over.

The police want to catch her as a murderer, and she and Hayley need to help the Witch of the Wild find soldiers.

After Lan Shuying tasted the sweetness of the invisibility cloak, she was more willing to help the witch. When the time comes, she will take the tinder box and exchange it with her for a permanent invisibility cloak, so that the police will always eat ashes and be happy.

(End of this chapter)