I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Shopkeeper Song wanted to continue to retreat, but his feet suddenly slipped and he fell down.

He held his breath and moved his eyes upward inch by inch. The white soles of the soap-colored official boots have been soaked red with blood, and bright cotton embroidery patterns are exposed under the dark brown leather armor.

The official uniforms of Dayu are mainly dark-colored, and the colors are always thick and elegant. Among all the officials and soldiers in Xijing, there is only one place where fine and beautiful embroidery patterns are added to the official robes.

Shopkeeper Song felt awe-inspiring and had no chance to take any chances.

He showed an almost weird smile to the visitor, and then quickly twisted the gilded green deer candlestick. The two-foot radius around the candlestick fell rapidly, taking him with it and disappearing from the ground.

The visitor shouted angrily and rushed forward, but the round pit had been covered with a thick iron plate. No matter how hard it was knocked, it remained unchanged at all.

Rapid footsteps sounded, and several more people rushed in. The leader frowned and said, "Deputy Envoy Zhang, where are the people?"

Deputy envoy Zhang stomped the iron plate angrily and made a loud "chirp" sound: "That man named Song is actually a gopher. I didn't check for a while, but he took advantage of it and ran away!"

"But what should we do now?" A look of panic appeared on the visitor's face: "Tang's envoy repeatedly warned before taking action that this person must be silenced. But if he runs away, how will we report to Tang? Are you sending orders?"

"Look at how cowardly you are!" Deputy Ambassador Zhang gave him a cold look and strode out of the room: "Don't say that you can get this person back even if he runs away. Even if he is really gone, if Deputy Ambassador Tang... The deputy envoy is responsible for taking the blame. Now move this iron plate away quickly, the deputy envoy will not believe it. Where can he escape in this important place in the capital!"

There is a passage about twenty meters deep underground. Shopkeeper Song took down the torch from the wall, brought it to the candlestick and lit it. He quickly changed into a blue linen short, picked up a burlap package, and walked into the tunnel without looking back.

He built this tunnel secretly, and even the adults above didn't know. The people involved were all silenced by him under various names afterwards, just to escape with their lives at the critical moment.

He walked diagonally upward for about two cups of tea before he saw the exit. There were faint voices coming from behind, but he was not worried and calmly turned a mechanism on the wall at the exit.

The rolling sound of the machine sounded in the distance, and a one-meter-thick rock slab slowly fell behind him, blocking the passage tightly.

It is true that this rock slab cannot stop them for long, but the time he needs does not last long.

In just a quarter of an hour, he would disappear into the vast sea of ​​people. The package contained a prepared biography and enough money to allow him to disappear and enjoy his old age.

Shopkeeper Song climbed out of a dry well. This place is an abandoned small courtyard. It is located near the south gate of Xijing. As long as you turn around a street, you can join the crowds traveling during the Lantern Festival.

It was almost midnight, and the tourists from Wuling had already left the city one after another. As long as he mixed in among them, the sky would be brighter from now on.

However, he could not push open the door of the small courtyard.

"Song Yang?" A man fell from the sky.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a tall and majestic figure, bright black eyes, and a strip-shaped object wrapped in white cloth in his arms. His voice was gentle and melodious.

Shopkeeper Song didn't look surprised, with a habitual smile on his face: "I'm afraid I got the wrong person, little brother. I'm not Song Yang, and I don't even know that person, and..."

Zhang Qing smiled slightly: "That's right."

"Huh?" Song Yang was a little surprised: "If that's the case, then please..."

The figure in front of him seemed to be shaking for a moment, and a breeze blew against his neck, bringing a slight chill, but that person was still standing in front of him.

At this moment, a stinging pain came from his neck. Song Yang wanted to ask why, but he couldn't say a word.

He exhaled hard, but his lungs could no longer fill up. He could only spit out pink blood foam and lost consciousness in the extreme burning pain.

Zhang Qing's body rose and fell like a falcon, and his eyes as bright as stars shone brightly under the reflection of countless Kongming lanterns in the night sky.

"Look, Mom, there is an uncle in the sky!" A five or six-year-old girl pointed at Zhang Qing and shouted excitedly.

The light and moonlight fell on her and her mother together, illuminating the layers of patches on their clothes.

The excitement and bustle tonight belong to other people. The mother and daughter each carried a backpack and walked close to the street, picking up all kinds of debris discarded by others. Abandoned masks, broken lanterns, and leftover food from tourists.

Zhang Qing bent his fingers slightly, and a strong wind blew his mother's hair down, covering her eyes. With his other hand, he gently popped out a small object in the direction of the little girl.

The little girl looked at the golden nudity suddenly lying in her palm and being shaped like a boat. She was stunned for a moment and then jumped up. She put the golden nudity in front of her mother and waved it: "Mom, we Now that you have money, you can find a doctor for Aweng!"

Zhang Qing smiled slightly and disappeared in a few flashes.

As soon as he came out of Zuijin Cave, Luo Qianhuai's feet became weak and he sat down on the ground.

Mr. Mo stretched out his hand to pull her up, and she tried to actively cooperate, but all the bones and muscles in her body refused to obey and she could not stand up.

Mr. Mo didn't hesitate at all, he bent down and picked her up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Jia, who had been cowering like a quail behind Wei Lan, rushed out.

When he was on the gambling ring before, he thought he was dead.

The snow leopard was bigger than he imagined, with sharp teeth and claws, and its movements were astonishingly fast.

Although he tried his best to hit the snow leopard several times, he was unarmed and could not inflict a fatal blow to the opponent. Instead, he inspired its ferocity and left scars on his body. .

If it hadn't been for the young hero in front of him, he would have been buried in the belly of the leopard.

When he thought of this, his whole body became cold.

I thanked him with tears of gratitude for saving my life, but unexpectedly heard my cousin's voice. Only then did he realize that the person who really saved him was Yin Yin, and the cold-faced young master standing side by side with her turned out to be the young master Jieyou who was praised by everyone in the world!

He had always felt that he was brave enough, but in front of Mr. Jieyou, he only felt that he was as majestic as a mountain, and he didn't even have the courage to speak.

But that was all before seeing the scene just now. My cousin hasn't arrived yet. I heard her mother mention it before, and she seems to have taken a liking to Mr. Tao Qi. We should arrange to see him in the next two days.