Zongwu: Seven Heroes Escort the Escort, Defeat Wanwan with One Shot

"How do you know that old woman has the ability to suppress the enemy?"

After leaving the town, Wang Zhenwei still couldn't figure out how Huang Rong convinced the other party.

"When you were leaving, didn't you see that old woman talking to the person next to her?"

Huang Rong said with a smile on her face, looking at Wang Zhenwei.

Wang Zhenwei struggled so much before, but now he still fell into her hands and took her with him to escort the convoy.

"I saw it.

Of course Wang Zhenwei saw it.

"Did you hear what they were saying?"

Huang Rong asked.

"say something····"

Wang Zhenwei was only thinking about buying and changing shoes at that time, so he didn't pay attention to what they were talking about.

"The old woman was telling people that her daughter married a scholar more than ten years ago. The scholar was a teacher in another town at first.

Later, due to family reasons, no one from that place went there anymore, and the scholar became unemployed.

Then he went to a restaurant to work as an accountant.

The restaurant had good profits, and the shopkeeper saved money for a few years. With the help of his family, he went to open a bigger restaurant without interest, and took the accountant with him.

He was gone for three or four years.

As a result, they lost contact."

Huang Rong and Wang Zhenwei explained.

When Huang Rong said this, Wang Zhenwei also understood.

After that, Huang Rong told the old woman that they could write a letter for her and help deliver it. The old woman must be very happy to hear that she could contact her daughter over there.

"So, you still need me, right? Without me, you can't take this escort mission."

Huang Rong looked at Wang Zhenwei with an expression that said,"Why don't you thank me now?"

"By the way, did the old woman tell me where to send the letter?"

Wang Zhenwei asked another question. Except that the letter was delivered to him, all other matters were communicated between Huang Rong and the old woman.

"The old woman said that her daughter and son-in-law came back to see her once before they left, and told her the name of the new restaurant they opened.

Huang Rong thought for a moment and said

"what name?"

"A restaurant called Songhelou"

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The destination of the escort was not too far from where Wang Zhenwei and his team were. Even if Huang Rong dragged her feet along the way, it only took six days to reach the outskirts of Wuxi.

However, when they arrived, the sun was about to set.

"Let's go into the city first and see if we can find the restaurant called Songhelou."

Wang Zhenwei, wearing ragged clothes with some mud on them, said as he looked at Huang Rong, who was still dressed so beautifully behind him.

""Okay, I'll listen to you."

Huang Rong was very well behaved at this time.

She had to be well behaved, because she was afraid that Wang Zhenwei would really abandon her, or, in a more serious situation, stab her with a gun.

However, it was not her fault.

It was just that she was a little late on the way, so she didn't have time to find an inn in the next town the next day. In the end, she could only find an inn halfway.

However, who would have thought that the inn opened on the official road was actually a black shop.

And those damn guys actually paid attention to it. Wang Zhenwei's head.

You say, a black shop that doesn't even have a first-class master dares to rob a first-class master, a master at the level of a grandmaster. Isn't this courting death?

So, Wang Zhenwei sent them to death directly.

Then, when the two were rushing on the mountain road yesterday, they encountered a heavy rainstorm. As if to make matters worse, the mountain also had a landslide and mud-rock flow.

If Wang Zhenwei hadn't used his master's strength to force a way out of the landslide and mud-rock flow, I'm afraid the two would have been buried directly underneath. , they would not be able to get here today.

As for why these things were not blamed on Wang Zhenwei, but Huang Rong.

According to what Wang Zhenwei said, if you listen to me, the two of us walk faster, then we can reach the next town before dark the next day, so that we don’t have to find an inn outside to stay, and we won’t encounter black shops.

The same is true for yesterday’s mudslide.

If they walked faster, they should have arrived outside Wuxi the night before.

At that time, even if there was a heavy rainstorm, they would have been in Wuxi City, enjoying the beautiful scenery when it rained, instead of being in the wild and fighting for a chance of survival with God.

Huang Rong, who has always been eloquent, was persuaded by Wang Zhenwei this time.

Because according to the strength of the two of them, as long as they hurried on their way, it could be completely avoided.

It is precisely because of this that Huang Rong has become very well-behaved now.

Because she doesn’t know if Wang Zhenwei is still angry with her.

When Wang Zhenwei stepped into Wuxi City, what he felt was not the prosperity of the city, but····

"There are too many beggars here."

Wang Zhenwei looked at the beggars coming and going on the street and found that these beggars were completely different from the beggars he had seen before. They were timid, pale and thin, and could only walk in the alleys, fearing to disturb others and cause others' disgust.

The beggars in Wuxi City, although not strong, were not much different from ordinary people in physique. Moreover, they walked with vigor and light steps, and it was obvious that they were martial artists.

"I'm afraid these beggars are from the Beggars' Sect."

Huang Rong approached Wang Zhenwei and whispered

"Look at that guy, he has two bags hanging on his body, he must be the second bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

Huang Rong pointed at a man with patched clothes but a ruddy face.

Behind him, there were several beggars in tattered clothes.

"I think so."

After Huang Rong's reminder, Wang Zhenwei also remembered that most of the beggars here were not ordinary beggars, but disciples of the Beggars' Sect, which was also the sect with the most disciples in the world.

"But why did they all come to Wuxi City?"

Wang Zhenwei didn't understand. Even if there were many Beggars' Sect disciples, it was impossible for them to be in one city.

You know, this is not the headquarters of the Beggars' Sect. At most, it can be regarded as a branch temple.

"Maybe the Beggars' Sect has something to do here recently."

Huang Rong guessed.

"No matter what he does, as long as it has nothing to do with me, let's go and ask where Songhe Tower is."

After taking a few glances, Wang Zhenwei lost interest.

The Beggars' Gang, this group of people would not ask him to escort, why should he care about what they do.