On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

No one has ever said that there is another person from Zhenwei Escort Agency on the island, and Yan Ruyu doesn't know about it either.

She knew nothing about the identity of this so-called Song escort leader and the status of Zhenwei escort agency.

Unexpectedly, the first crisis on the island would appear so quickly.

Several people looked at each other and got ready.

Beibei followed beside the mustache, stuffed two pieces of silver, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, I am different from them. I am new to the escort agency. I followed the path of escort Geng, just because I want to see the world."

"Is this Mr. Song easy to get along with? You don't know, in the escort agency they always think that I am incompetent and look down on me. I have never heard Mr. Geng mention Mr. Song. If there is anything going on between them, then I won't go. See you."

The mustache got the money and was very happy. Seeing that Beibei was sweet-tongued and a little cautious, his defensiveness receded a lot.

"Boss Geng doesn't come often, and Captain Song comes often. He is mainly responsible for transporting medicinal materials and people. I heard that he was injured this time when he was looking for medicinal materials. He injured his throat and arm, but he is much better now. This time When Dr. Wu went to the escort agency, he wanted to go back with him, or maybe Dr. Wu would let him take care of him for two more days, so maybe he would go with him."

Beibei nodded and quickly exchanged glances with everyone.

While talking, he had already arrived outside a courtyard. This courtyard was a bit strange, not square, but a bit like a hexagon. Yan Ruyu looked around and saw that there were several similar courtyards around, but only this one was lit.

Like a combined shape, only this corner is illuminated.

Yan Ruyu guessed that some kind of formation must have been set up here.

When they arrived at the door of the courtyard, Mustache called the door, and Beibei said: "How about we meet tomorrow? It's so late, maybe he has gone to bed early, so it won't be a good idea to disturb him again, right?"

The mustache looked at him twice: "You are both from the escort agency. People from the same place must live in the same courtyard. This is the rule."

"You don't even know this?"

Beibei sighed: "Well, they are ostracizing me everywhere. There are not many people who have been to the island, so they won't say such things to a small role like me, maybe they are just waiting for me to make a fool of myself. "

The mustached man nodded slightly and said nothing more.

At this time, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and the mustache said: "Song Guard Chief, open the door, your escort agency is here again."

Yan Ruyu took the opportunity to hand over three anesthetic needles to Yin Ding. These were hidden weapons specially made by her secret guards. The needles were thin and had a small groove in the middle. The extremely pure anesthetic was injected into them, then sealed, and then shot out when needed. The bit of wax also melted quickly, and the anesthetic took effect quickly.

This time, just to be on the safe side, I used three.

I had used the silver ingot once before. As soon as I received the needle, I understood what Yan Ruyu meant. I held it between my fingers and waited for the door to open.

Beibei was in the front, following beside the mustache. Yin Ding took a step back and retreated into the shadow behind the door. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have been able to spot him at the moment.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe leaned toward the bright spot, attracting the attention of the people inside.

The door opens and everyone gets ready.

There was a person standing in the door. He was tall and thin, wearing a robe and a cloak. He was holding a lantern in his hand. A faint light shrouded him. His eyebrows were thick, making his face even paler. His eyes were big, the eye sockets were a little deep, and there was a hint of light. The meaning of fatigue in some diseases.

He faced this way and with a glance, Yan Ruyu could feel the sharpness and intelligence of this person.

Not someone to be trifled with.

Yan Ruyu's heart sank.

The mustachioed man cupped his hands and said, "Song escort chief, these guys are all from the escort agency and will live with you."

Song Biaotou said nothing, but Yan Ruyu noticed that his throat was wrapped in white silk.

The mustache said: "Song's head hurt his throat and it is inconvenient to speak. Everyone..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Biao took a step forward, holding the lantern high in his hand, and the light suddenly became much brighter.

The faces of Yan Ruyu and others also fell into the eyes of Captain Song, and they became even clearer.

His other hand was slightly clenched in the cloak, and at this time, he put it on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

If he hadn't been unable to speak, Yan Ruyu would have no doubt that the words he had spoken at this time would have been spoken.

Yin Ding stepped out from the shadows, smiled and held his arm that was holding the handle of the knife: "Song, Mr. Song, how are you injured? Both Mr. Geng and Mr. Chief are thinking about you."

As they spoke, their eyes met. Song Biao was stunned for a moment when the silver needle between his fingers had already pierced his arm.

Song Biao suddenly felt dizzy, dizzy, and a little unable to stand.

Beibei took a step forward at the right time: "Teacher Song, my subordinate will light the lamp for you."

With one hand, he caught the lantern that was about to fall to the ground in Song's hand, and with the other hand, he supported Song's head, preventing him from suddenly falling to the ground.

Huo Changhe said: "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

Everything was happening between lightning and flint, several people cooperated well, the light was dark, and the mustache did not notice the thrill just now.

"It doesn't matter, you guys have a good rest and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He turned around and left, and Yan Ruyu immediately said: "Quick, enter the hospital."

Bodyguard Song was already unconscious and was carried into the yard. Huo Changhe locked the door with his backhand.

Entering the courtyard, Yan Ruyu quickly looked around: "This courtyard is just a formation. There should be others in other courtyards. Wait until he wakes up and ask carefully."

Huo Changhe nodded: "They only have eight guards in total. If they take action, there is nothing to be afraid of. I just don't know if they have other cunning tricks or other signals to communicate with the outside world."

"Well, there is also the female corpse just now, which is really weird." Yan Ruyu turned on the light in the room brighter, "ask him first, and then discuss it based on the situation."

Beibei asked: "Princess, he hurt his throat, can he still speak?"

"Can't speak, but can write." Yan Ruyu glanced at Song Biaotou's hand, "He should be able to write."

The silver ingot cut off Song Biao's head and tied him up again.

He looked at his knife against the light: "It's just an ordinary steel knife, strange."

Yan Ruyu asked: "What's weird?"

"I always feel," Yin Ding sheathed the knife, "This man doesn't seem to be using such an ordinary knife."

Huo Changhe nodded: "That's true, this person has a breath of energy."

Yan Ruyu stared at escort Song's head and saw that his eyelids were trembling slightly and he slowly woke up.

Song Biaotou opened his eyes, quickly passed over the other people's faces, and finally landed on Yin Ding.

Yin Ding patted the knife in his hand and said, "Looking for your knife? Don't worry, I'm not interested in one of this quality."

Beibei hummed: "You can't speak because your throat is injured, right? Can you write? I'll write whatever I ask you. Do you understand?"

"Nod when you understand."

But Captain Song didn't look at Beibei at all, his eyes were still locked on Yin Ding's face.

Yin Ding has simply changed his appearance. If you look at him coldly, you can't see his original appearance in the dark light. However, he has a special figure. If you are an acquaintance, you can still see the original shadow if you look closely.

Captain Song spoke slowly: "I'm not looking for a knife, I'm looking for you."