Old state

In fact, both of them have no relatives or reasons here, especially Yang Zigui, who knows very few people in this world, plus he is suspicious, and even fewer people believe him.This time the one to be entrusted was his treasure, so he had to speculate in detail and repeatedly.

Finally, I went back to Qingtian Town.

For some reason, Qingtian Town is like a paradise in this troubled world. The people outside walk in a hurry, their faces are indifferent, and there is a sense of sadness about today and no tomorrow.But the people in the town live a peaceful and stable life, with children running around everywhere.

Except for Mr. Wang who was decapitated, there were no villains in the town.

So there is nothing to fight.

As for the child's three-legged cat, he is already invincible in the whole town.

So sending him back was considered a safe place.

After sending him back and entrusting him to old man Wei's neighbor, Lin Zigui left the town in a hurry.

He's going to do something very dangerous,

Although he didn't know exactly where the villa was, he knew where the people in the villa were.

Yang Zigui is a devil, but not a fool, he will definitely not wait to be brought in, so he must die?

What he wants is to do mental calculation without intention.

Simply put, it is a sneak attack.

January is coming out, and although the weather is still as cold as ever, the heavy snow has melted, and there are more and more sunny days. Even the bare willow branches, reflecting the bright sunlight, look a bit better.

Qingzhou Prefecture is located in the north, not too far from the extreme north, so it should be cold.

However, it may be that the weird old man Wei's fruit had a miraculous effect, Yang Zigui was surprised to find that he could not feel the cold.

This is also a good thing, it is outrageous to wear fox fur during a sneak attack, if you are not afraid of the severe cold, it is fine to go in unlined clothes.

Yang Zigui thought while shaking his fan.

He tidied up the yard where they lived for half a month, but there was nothing to tidy up. He searched for a long time from house to house, but in the end he only had his own fan, and the soft sword was still hidden in the fan.

The child's luggage is all in Qingtian Town. After all the twists and turns, whether the things are still there is another matter.

A child of this age should have a lot of toys. Even if he doesn't have toys, he still needs clothes.

This kid in their family has nothing.

Yang Zigui smacked his lips, feeling a little distressed.

If he killed someone this time, even if he offended that organization, he would definitely not be kind.

It just so happened that Yang Zigui also had a place he wanted to go.

Children also need opportunities to experience.

The former leader of the Devil's Cult was thinking with a fan in his hand.

Now the Demon Cult is not his responsibility, he just needs to take care of that brat.

This is much easier than before.

Feeling that he finally got rid of his hard work, Yang Zigui looked at the sky and went out with his fan in his hand. He was going to find the prefect of Qingzhou.

In the royal manor that I went to before, the uniforms worn by those dead guards were not available to ordinary wealthy people.

That's the uniform of officers and soldiers.

The soldiers of Qingzhou Mansion are in that livery.

And the man in the silver mask standing next to Lord Wang that day, the one called Yinsan, could command those soldiers.

Since this is the case, the prefect of Qingzhou must be related to the villa, maybe he is from the villa.

The magistrate of Qingzhou didn't know that he had been targeted, and he was still conscientiously playing the role of a good magistrate who was diligent and caring for the people, correcting official documents by lighting an oil lamp.

In fact, what is pressed on the desk is a ledger, densely packed with all kinds of rare jewels.

Liu Hui, the prefect of Qingzhou, is short in stature and has a tall desk. He sits on a tall chair with the soles of his feet dangling in the air, his two calves dangling, and the upper half of his short body leans on the desk, his pair of mung bean eyes staring closely at the ledger. , the little fingers slid line by line, with a greedy light in his eyes.

Standing behind the screen, Yang Zigui felt that this scene was a bit hurtful.

He casually took out a knife and put it on Liu Hui's neck: "Master Liu, I just asked you to borrow something."

Then Liu Hui is a literati, and he has no power to restrain a chicken.The sudden appearance of this knife scared him enough: "Young man, young man, if you have something to say, I will give you whatever you want, give me everything."

Usually the more greedy people are, the more they cherish their lives.

Dead, didn't these things all make wedding dresses for others?

Yang Zigui held a knife in one hand and waved a fan in the other: "I want to go to the villa later, I hope Master Liu will tell you the truth."

That Liu Hui turned pale: "This, this..."

Yang Zigui saw his retreat, waved his fan and said with a smile: "If Mr. Liu is in trouble, then keep your most precious thing. I think Mr. Liu is good at this, why don't you let me play for a few days? "

This is a naked threat.

That Liu Hui's face turned bitter, it's not that he didn't want to say, those people are very skilled in martial arts, if he knew that he leaked the secret, how could he survive?

Yang Zigui laughed a few times, and slowly moved the knife away: "I still want to save Lord Liu's life, if that's the case, let's forget it."

Liu Hui was startled, looked up at him, just met those red blood-stained eyes, only felt a "bang", and lost consciousness.

This is a kind of magic way, and it can also be regarded as the art of searching for souls.

Yang Zigui has always suspected that this move has surpassed the realm of kung fu, how did his ancestors learn it?

But it does work.

Yang Zigui looked away after reading what he wanted to know.

This middle-aged man is really hurting his eyes.

However, this person is still useful.

He took out a jar from his body, poured it over, and a small insect flew out.

Yang Zigui found a pen and paper on Liu Hui's desk, dipped in the ink next to it, wrote a note, and handed it to Xiao Chong, asking him to find someone.

Qingzhou, leave it to Wushuang Hall.

After dealing with these matters, he took his fan and left.

Take advantage of the dark to sneak attack.