The vicinity of Sungkyung Hall has been under martial law, and all the outsides are from the mighty and majestic soldiers from the Ming Dynasty.

Park Shan strengthened his courage again and comforted himself with a whispering to himself: "My benefactor said that with this small card, he can exchange for anything he wants."

But he was really scared when he looked at the murderous Ming soldiers. Could it be that they would draw out their swords and cut themselves off as soon as they approached?

When Park Shan thought of this, he felt a little panicked.

But when he thinks about it, he will have money to buy sacrifices for his dead relatives and buy good four-color sacrifices, he will make up his mind and die if he dies.

Even if I die, I will admit it. If what my benefactor said is true, then I will make a lot of money.

He plucked up his courage to step forward and walked towards Sung Kyoung-kwan.

As soon as he approached the 50-meter range of Sungkyung Hall, he shouted loudly and almost scared Park San.

"Stop, take a step forward, kill without any hesitation."

The owner of this voice was speaking Korean language, but he was a little unfamiliar with it.

Some sounds are not so accurate.

But don’t worry about whether it is accurate or not, at least Park Shan understands it.

He was so scared that he was shocked and kneeled down with a thud.

"The envoy of the Heavenly Kingdom, don't kill me. The villain is just a wanderer who makes a living by begging. He comes here to be entrusted by others and has no ill intentions."

He spoke very quickly, but Du Xiang didn't listen carefully, and he could understand it in half.

As a trusted chief of staff, Du Xiang is doing his job well.

Even the security work was personally inquired about.

Now, he led his men to patrol the post and saw that the boy Park Shan, who was hesitant for a while, then walked forward with great strides.

Suddenly, I felt suspicious and asked casually the translation that followed me, how to say the sentence I just said.

Under the guidance of the general translation, Du Xiang, who was learning and selling, yelled at Park Shan with all his might.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, he understood it through the translation.

After translation, Du Xiang understood Pu Shan’s purpose.

The thin guy who only has a skeleton left in his relationship, and it seems that the wind can blow away a little more, was entrusted to come here.

Du Xiang's nerves suddenly became nervous. Who can a lowly person in Goryeo take? He also has to meet his uncle in person.

Isn't this nonsense?

He dared not be careless about Zheng Changsheng's defense work.

"Come on, take him down!" Du Xiang ordered.

Two Ming Jinyiwei, who were like wolves and tigers, pressed Pu Shan to the ground when he went up.

Well, God! Benefactor, how can you lie?

Depending on the posture, the people of the Great Ming Angel will make him crack the rhythm.

Faced with the danger he thought was coming, Park Shan was anxious and remembered the wooden sign in his arms.

I just said that I was entrusted to see Earl Yonghe, but I did not take out the wooden sign.

Now the only wooden sign that can save me seems to be the one I’m going to send to me.

"Don't kill me, I have a sign. The person who entrusts me to say that as long as the Earl Yonghe sees the wooden sign, he will give me everything I want."

Wooden sign? Du Xiang's face became solemn.

Du Xiang waved his hand to stop the Jinyiwei, walked up, stared at Pu Shan for a while: "What wooden sign? Take it and take a look.

The scene just now scared Park Shan so much that he was so soulless that he flew out of the sky.

It was not until the Ming soldiers let him go that he got up from the ground in fear.

But I felt that the crotch was hot, and a warm current flowed down my thighs, and there seemed to be a scent.

Pu Shan, who was sad, didn't care about this anymore and took out the wooden sign that saved his life first.

With trembling hands, Park Shan took out the wooden sign that Kuang Liujin gave him from his arms.

All his hopes are bet on this wooden sign. Whether he dies or lives depends on whether his benefactor has deceived him.

When Du Xiang saw the wooden sign, his face changed drastically.

He grabbed it, and even the voice of his speech changed: "You, where did you get this fast wooden sign? Tell me quickly, otherwise I will stab you with one knife."

This is the waist brand of the Jinyiwei. Each Jinyiwei has a corresponding brand that identifies the identity.

This brand is specially made with the official position and name written on the front, and the back is a set of numbers (Arabic numerals) and units that Boye first created.

Generally, this brand will accompany the owner's life, and every Jinyiwei treats this brand as life.

It can be said that cards are inseparable from their bodies, and cards are in their bodies, and cards are in their bodies, and cards are in their bodies.

The significance here is so great. How could Park Shan know about this? However, as the chief of staff of the Three Thousand Battalions of the Jinyiwei, Du Xiang, who had just taken office for a while, also knew the details.

The front of the sign that Pu Shan gave him reads: Kuang Liujin, the small banner official of Jinyiwei, and the character "天子" is carved on the back.

A secret spy from the Tianzi Group?

Du Xiang's face was so serious that he was about to drip. Oh my God, he was actually a secret spy from the Tianzi Group.

The Tianzi Group was organized by Bo Ye himself, trained by himself, and assigned to perform special tasks.

Although they belong to the Jinyiwei, they are not controlled by the Jinyiwei, and they only obey the orders of Boye.

Now, this waist card that represents life appears in the hands of a Korean man, and in the hands of a beggar.

Needless to ask, this secret spy from the Tianzi Group must have encountered a big disaster.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have handed over the waist card to outsiders.

"Who gave you this brand? Where is the person? Where is it now? Tell me quickly. "Du Xiang is about to be crazy, and his eyes are red.

Well, it scared Park San.

"Mr. Daming Angel, please spare me. This brand was not stolen by me, but my benefactor gave me. I said that as long as I come to the Ming delegation with this fast brand, I can get the reception from Count Yonghe and give me anything I want."

Park Shan finished speaking all this in one breath, closed his eyes in horror, as he was waiting for his last destiny.

But after waiting for a while, before the steel knife was put on, I waited for a sentence: "Follow me, I will take you to see Count Yonghe."

What's the matter? Really, what the benefactor said was true. The benefactor didn't lie to him. He could actually see the Earl of Yonghe with a small wooden sign.

A stream of ecstasy surged into Park Shan's heart.

Doesn’t that mean that you can get a lot of rewards from Count Yonghe?

Then can you buy the best sacrificial supplies for your relatives in another world?

Well, by the way, I can have a good meal...

Although Park Shan was so panicked, he kept thinking about these things in his mind.

Sungkyung Pavilion, red walls and green tiles, are the same color as the royal city.

In the past, he could only stand in the distance and envy the scholars who could enter and exit here, but he never thought that one day he would also enter the Sung-jung-kwan, which represents power.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were so powerful, their clothes were so beautiful, and the long sword hanging around their waists looked mighty and domineering.

Well, there is also the guy-like thing in their hands. What is the black long tube-shaped thing they hold in their hands...
Chapter completed!