The messenger of embroidered clothes has a special communication channel. The low-level messengers pass messages through inns and flying pigeons. The gold medal embroidered clothes can send messages through gold medals, similar to pagers in previous lives.
However, there are also limitations. First, the messages transmitted each time are limited. Second, each transmission consumes huge resources. Non-urgent matters must not go through this channel.
Zu An read the message he received. It was Zhang Zitong who sent it to other places through the local embroidery messenger channel of Yijun. Because the seventh gold medal died unexpectedly, she now has the highest status in the entire Yijun local embroidery system. Although it is against the rules to use it.
, but it’s not difficult to do.
The above content roughly tells that they found out that Mr. Huo will be out of the palace tonight. She wants to seize this opportunity to take Mr. Huo captive to interrogate information about the case of the seventh death of Gold Medal. Because he can't be found, this is the only way.
Notify him.
Zu An was speechless, thinking where did this woman get the confidence to catch Mr. Huo? Wasn't the loss she suffered last time enough?
However, he also realized that this time was indeed a good opportunity. After knowing that Mr. Huo had been hiding in Prince Yan's Mansion all year round and never left the house during the previous investigation, it was rare to come out now. No wonder Zhang Zitong couldn't help it.
So he went to Zhang Zijiang and Xie Daoyun to explain a few words, and then quietly went down the mountain.
After a day of Dao sect competition, night has gradually fallen, but I am not afraid of being discovered.
After leaving the Zishan area, we rode the Hot Wheels towards Yi County.
On Purple Mountain, Master Jianhuang opened his eyes and looked at the faint light of fire on the horizon: "The meteor fell to the ground, a sign of great misfortune. The sky is indeed about to change."
At this time, a bright little bald head from outside the house stuck out: "A sign of big breasts? Master, are you talking about Miss Pei from Biluo Palace?"
Master Jianhuang was so angry that he picked up a wooden fish and hit his head: "You will be punished to copy the Heart Sutra a hundred times!"
"Obviously you said it yourself." The little monk said aggrievedly while holding his head and running away, but what he got was a more ferocious blow.
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Zu An flew all the way and arrived at Yi County in a short time at the speed of a hot wheel.
He went straight to the secret stronghold of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger, and happened to find several people inside packing their bags, obviously preparing to go out to fight.
However, Zhang Zitong is an exception. She does not wear her usual embroidered clothes or night clothes. Instead, she wears extremely cool clothes. Her thighs and waist are looming, her face is covered with a fringed veil, and her clothes are decorated with sparkling pendants everywhere.
Just like the dancing girl from the Western Regions I saw on the Internet in my previous life.
And Xiao Jianren and other embroidered clothes messengers couldn't help but glance at her. It was obvious that this outfit was too damaging to straight men like them.
Seeing his arrival, several people inside were startled: "See Mr. Eleven!"
Zhang Zitong thought to himself that he was always so elusive and his level of cultivation was unknown.
Zu An glanced at the audience and saw Xiao Jianren and others also looking ready to go. He frowned slightly, and then asked Zhang Zitong: "Didn't you learn enough lessons from the last time you almost failed in Prince Yan's Mansion?"
Zhang Zitong bit his lip, but there was a bit of stubbornness on his face: "It was true that I was reckless last time, but this time is different. He was alone. We can ambush him with more attacks and less. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know what to do next time.
When will there be any clues about the case of the Seventh Master? I asked them for help, and I hope that the Eleventh Master will not blame them."
Zu An snorted coldly: "Last time I dealt with Mr. Na Huo, even if you guys try to fight with more than less, you will probably just give him away."
Zhang Zitong's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to defend, but he didn't dare.
Zu An then asked: "Where is Mr. Huo going when he leaves the palace this time?"
Zhang Zitong's expression was a little strange. At this time, Xiao Jianren on the side helped to answer: "He will go to the largest Ruyi Fang in the city today."
"Why didn't he go to Xiaoyao Tower?" Zu An was a little curious. The name Ruyifang sounded like a place of fireworks, and the best place in Yi County should be Xiaoyao Tower.
However, he immediately realized that there seemed to be some disagreement between Prince Yan and Xiaoyao Tower. As a guest of Prince Yan's residence, it was normal for Mr. Huo not to go.
"He has been silent for so long. Why did he suddenly go to Ruyifang this time? Is there any fraud?" Zu An then asked, because he put a lot of effort into investigating Mr. Huo some time ago. If he liked to visit brothels, he would have been there long ago.
I wouldn't wait until now if I find out.
Xiao Jianren's expression was vaguely angry: "Because the old guy has special hobbies. He likes...younger ones. Ruyifang just got a batch during this time."
"Scum!" Zhang Zitong couldn't help but curse.
After hearing this, Zu An glared at Zhang Zitong: "The imperial court explicitly prohibits these things, what do you Yi County embroidered messengers do for food?"
Zhang Zitong was a little ashamed: "In the past, the investigation was strict when the Seventh Master was here. With the accidental death of the Seventh Master, the entire Yi County embroidery system has been somewhat stagnant, and Ruyifang has some background..."
Zu An took a deep breath: "After arresting Old Man Huo this time, Ruyifang should also be sealed up."
"Yes!" Zhang Zitong looked excited. With the gold medal embroidered clothes backing them up, they naturally had no worries when doing things.
After a while, she suddenly realized: "The Eleventh Master also wants to take action himself?"
Zu An said angrily: "If I don't take action, how can I let your dignified court silver medal embroidered clothes pretend to be a dancer to seduce him?"
Zhang Zitong's face turned red. This was indeed her plan.
Xiao Jianren breathed a sigh of relief: "If eleven people take action, they will surely be captured."
"Stop flattering and tell me the specific situation." Zu An snorted.
"Let me tell you, I know more about the situation in Yi County..." Zhang Zitong came to his side, opened a map, and introduced it to him in detail.
From such a close distance, you can even feel the elasticity of her skin, and the air is filled with her sweet fragrance.
Zu An listened carefully to the entire action plan and asked some detailed questions. Before setting off, he said to Zhang Zitong: "Go and change your clothes. The embroidered messenger does not need to betray his appearance to perform his mission."
Zhang Zitong's face turned slightly red: "Yes!"
She quickly hid in the back room and began to change her clothes. After about a few minutes, she came out again and returned to her usual heroic self.
Xiao Jianren and others on the side looked in admiration. The Eleventh Master is indeed the Eleventh Master. He did not have any mood swings in the face of the temptation just now, unlike us, who are so useless.
Soon, the group of people arrived near Ruyifang under the cover of darkness. Everyone else took their places, while Zu An stood on a high place and watched everything silently.
Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong couldn't feel his position at all, and had to sigh again that the Eleven people were unfathomable.
About half an hour later, Mr. Huo appeared in the field of vision. He had obviously changed his attire deliberately, presumably to hide it from the people in Prince Yan's palace.
The Embroidered Clothes Messenger did not take action on the street. After all, in a place like Ruyifang, there were people coming and going everywhere, so it was basically impossible not to disturb other people.
Mr. Huo arrived at Ruyifang, and soon an old madam welcomed him in with a smile and led him to a private room.
"Wait a moment, sir, the little girl you want will be here soon." The madam took a piece of silver and walked away happily, twisting her plump buttocks.
Mr. Huo felt disgusted and snorted: "How can such a fat woman compare to a slender and delicate girl?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but swallow, took out a pink pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp.
Soon he felt a warmth spreading across his lower abdomen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He would soon be able to show off his power over the little girl.
But his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the teacup on the table: "Poisonous!"
He stood up in a hurry, when the window next to him suddenly opened, and several people in embroidered clothes rolled in. At the same time, four hooks instantly entangled his hands and feet.
To deal with a master like Mr. Huo, ordinary embroidery messengers are no longer useful. This time, Zhang Zitong, Xiao Jianren, and two local silver medalists from Yijun came.
They cooperated closely and gave each other almost no time to react.
The Embroidered Clothes Messenger's soul seducing rope is so powerful. Once an ordinary practitioner is locked, all his vitality will be unable to move, and he can only be slaughtered by others.
As expected, Mr. Huo was shocked and his whole body softened.
But at this moment, the pattern on his forehead suddenly came to life, as if it had turned into a living eye.
"Don't look into his eyes!" Zhang Zitong exclaimed.
But it was still too late. The expressions of the four silver medal embroidered clothes became dull for a moment, and then they stood frozen on the spot and fell directly into sleep.
Mr. Huo sneered, slowly took off the hook on his body, then twisted his whole body, opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of tea, forcing out the poison just now.
"A few silver-medal embroiders are just trying to arrest me?"
While talking, he came to Zhang Zitong and looked at her frowning face up close: "She is really beautiful, but she is a little older..."
The pink pill he had just taken took effect, and he suddenly swallowed: "I have never done silver medal embroidery before. You are beautiful and have long legs. I will make an exception for you to celebrate this good day."
Just as he was about to reach out to touch the opponent, suddenly a joking voice came from behind him: "Do you know that those who open champagne at midfield always end badly?"
This chapter has been completed!