Chapter 47 Brother Zhang, it’s so late, where are you going?


Chapter 47 Brother Zhang, it’s so late, where are you going?

The moonlight was cold and the long street was peaceful again.

With the warlock's soul being detained, the fight was declared over.

"What's this?"

Zhao Duan threw away the handle of the knife, and his tight muscles relaxed, and a large amount of lactic acid accumulated, making his muscles ache.

Killing an enemy with one sword may seem easy, but it is actually not easy.

The cost of the high burst was that most of his energy was expended in an instant, and his fragile meridians of a mortal warrior were subjected to pressure that should not be expected in this realm.

The qi machine was so rough that it hurt him!
“Swallow.”

The girl in the black priest's robe carefully tied the yellow gourd around her waist, and the beautiful grimace on her face closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She turned back and added:
"A kind of town object."

The tone is like saying: "Grass, a kind of plant".

"Similar to a magic weapon?" Zhao Duan used a familiar concept to make an analogy.

Jin Jian said "En" and said: "It's almost the same, but there is a slight difference. Magical weapons can only be made by people. They are similar to swords and are mostly held by warriors.

However, the town objects have spirituality, including both man-made and natural ones. Most of them have strange abilities and are mostly mastered by warlocks. "

I have failed in my studies... Zhao Duan humbly asks for advice:

"This strongman, gourd, and your staff are all man-made objects, right? What is natural?"

Jin Jian nodded first, indicating that his guess was correct, and then said: "If it is born...such as afterbirth, fetal hair, etc.

After the baby is born, the afterbirth should be burned as soon as possible or hidden, otherwise the sorcerer can find it and use the afterbirth to perform a killing curse, which is very powerful. "

When she said this, she had a tone of serious endorsement.

It reminded Zhao Duan of the little girls in his class who had good grades when he was in school.

"That's it..."

Jin Jian looked away with a guilty conscience:

"This person is very powerful, and he is not weak in the realm of gods. A warlock of this level should not be involved in such a small case."

You seem to be explaining the reason why you didn't protect me just now... Zhao Duan glanced at her, and he was stubborn.

The boy Zhu Dian was accepted by the Heavenly Master because of his high talent and great potential. Before he became a "disciple", he was definitely not very powerful in combat.

But this is really strange...

If you only bribe the Zhang brothers and kidnap a few firearms craftsmen... Although the nature is bad, it involves the conflict between the imperial power and the "Eight Kings".

But the case itself is actually very small.

Just send a few little people at will, they are completely competent, and the most they involve is the "mortal" realm.

Even Sun Lianying, no one could have imagined that a "divine chapter" realm warlock would appear.

Cannons to kill mosquitoes... Unless Prince Jing's Mansion has other purposes, or perhaps the warlock has a hidden agenda for lurking in the capital.

Zhao Duan told his guess.

Jin Jian said "Yes" and said with a serious expression:

"This person controls the inheritance and has the same origin as my Tianshi Mansion. I need to bring him back for investigation. If the court wants, he can be handed over again."

This matter was beyond her scope of authority and she needed to report it to the elders in the mansion and even the Heavenly Master.

"That's fine." Zhao Duan didn't mind, Jin Jian defeated him anyway.

If it causes trouble for him, who knows what other tricks the warlock can use.

It is better to be a martial artist, simple and pure, and defeat it with one force.

"I'll take him away first and come back to you later."

Jin Jian squatted down, picked up the body of the black-clothed warlock with his small hands, and said in a reading tone.

Get ready to run away.

Zhao Duan was very interested to discover that under the girl's mysterious and ethereal appearance, some students were bookish and not aloof.

"...Okay," he nodded. The danger was gone and he no longer needed the other party's protection.

Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly: "By the way, do you know where Zhang Changshuo ran to?"

"Huchi...huchi..."

Panting heavily.

The heart beats like a drum.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Changshuo, wearing smelly linen clothes and one of his shoes missing, ran wildly in the darkness.

Starlight shone vaguely, illuminating his face full of panic and fear, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

After the formation was transmitted, he suddenly appeared in an empty house. Zhang Changshuo's cowardly group got into the pile of firewood to escape. He really survived the first wave of searches by the Jinyi people.

After all the officials were attracted away and the surroundings were silent, he carefully got out, found the direction, and fled frantically.

What a poor scholar. How can he run when he goes out to ride a car or ride a horse out of the city?

After finally reaching the predetermined location, I was already sweating profusely and almost exhausted.

"Master? Is that you, Master?"

At a secluded street corner, a carriage was waiting.

At this time, a servant of the Zhang family held a riding whip, looked at the approaching figure, and called softly.

He is the other person who drove the "dung truck" before.

According to Zhang Changshuo's arrangement, after the two pretended to leave the mansion, Zhang Changshuo went to do some business.

The servant went to rent a carriage, waited here, made a circle, and then sent Zhang Changshuo home.

In this way, even if someone discovers that he has been out, it doesn't matter as long as there is no trace.

"Help me, help me get into the car..." Zhang Changshuo panted.

The servant was shocked and quickly helped him into the carriage:
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

As a servant, he didn't know his master's whereabouts, he just wanted to do some private business.

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"

"Oh, okay, are you going back to your house now?"

"No! You can't go back!"

In the carriage, Zhang Changshuo took a deep breath and looked extremely ugly. He thought for a moment and said:

"Go to the west gate! Hurry!"

When Zhao Duan led people to surround him and the torch light illuminated his face clearly, it meant that he was finished.

Just one charge of "colluding with the suspected warlock warrior" was enough to arrest him and put him in jail for investigation.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot go home now, and it is difficult to escape to a friend's house. The best way is to leave the city as quickly as possible before the news spreads.

Although the city gate was closed after nightfall, as the "white horse messenger", he still had some privileges.

As long as you deceive the gatekeepers into opening the city gate in the name of doing things for the saint, it's not that difficult.

Next, he just needs to find a place to hide and wait for news.

"The best case scenario is that the people in Prince Jing's palace run away or all die. If there is no proof of death, even if there is suspicion, the empress cannot directly convict, otherwise the civil and military officials of the entire court will be frightened and resist..."

"As long as there is no conviction, there is room for maneuver, and my father and uncle can mediate."

"The worst case scenario is to flee to Jiandao and go to Prince Jing's Mansion. Even if I lose my value, Prince Jing will treat me kindly if he buys horse bones for thousands of gold and won't make other people feel bad!"

The horse-drawn carriage rumbled along the cold streets.

In the bumpy carriage, Zhang Changshuo thought anxiously, and his thoughts gradually became clear.

Only then did he remember to take off his smelly linen clothes, ball them up into a ball, throw them out of the shaking car window, and put on the clean gown prepared in the car.

After doing this, he clenched his fists, feeling so confused that his nails almost pierced into his flesh.

In my mind, today's scenes flashed through my mind.

Finally, it settled on a certain handsome face that disgusted him so much.

"Zhao! Du! An!"

Zhang Changshuo squeezed out the name through his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

Until now, he still didn't believe that today's killing was arranged by someone named Zhao. He only thought that it was led by the imperial office.

Ma Yan must have found the clues first, intending to alert the snake, but Zhao Duan just threw out the bait to paralyze himself.

Even though this speculation cannot explain why Zhao Duan led the officers to carry out the arrest.

Instead of edicting thousands of households.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. When I escape to Prince Jing and the dynasty changes, that will be the day I return."

Zhang Changshuo's mind was filled with wild thoughts, and his blood was boiling for the revenge drama he imagined.

Suddenly, the horses neighed, accompanied by the low cry of the driver, and a dull hammering sound.
After a violent jolt, the galloping carriage was forced to stop.

"Ah——" Zhang Changshuo was so shaken that he barely sat up and said angrily:

"How do you drive...ah!"

The angry rebuke stopped abruptly.

The dusty car curtain was opened by a well-proportioned man's hand, and the moonlight splashed down like water, illuminating the face of the visitor.

Zhao Duan looked at his old friend with a smile and said softly: "Brother Zhang, it's so late, where are you going?"

Thank you: 233 coins reward for the character who only knows half of me~
 

(End of this chapter)

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